so what are we wantonly supposing 

with in this what we’re calling space
never see’n all it’s boundless face
why are we plotting our own disgrace
to leave somehow a visible trace
i’m scared of all that’s unknown
so i’m brewing a make-believe
‘cause this is how i do conceive
this whom i’m portraying it is
so what’s the big secret of being
‘cept jellyrolling my seeming
 and fricasse-ing my scheming
with in this what we’re calling space
never see’n all it’s boundless face
why are we plotting our own disgrace
to leave somehow a visible trace
to where am i following what
does it really matter with all i’ve got
if every where’s just some where else
why am i even caring to dare
so what’s the secret to being
‘cept jellyrolling my seeming
 and fricasse-ing my scheming
with in this what we’re calling space
never see’n all it’s boundless face
why are we plotting our own disgrace
to leave somehow a visible trace
if this is up when then it’s down
is this a smile or grinning frown
aim i spinning or winding down
what does it mean to say i’m free
inside this so-called mystery
so what’s the secret to being
‘cept jellyrolling my seeming
 and fricasse-ing my scheming
‘cept jellyrolling my seeming
 and fricasse-ing my scheming
‘cept jellyrolling my seeming
 and fricasse-ing my scheming

Copyright © 2016 Asili Ya Nadhiri

you just waste’n yo’ damn time
‘cause i aintgon be this who
you always showing here for me
‘cause this sho aint the one i’m want’n
running around acting like it’s me

why come you doing me like this 

how come you there laughing at me
wearing all these different kinda faces
huddling here in the pockets of my eyes
that i keep try’n on one after another
‘cause none of ‘em aint making
aint none of ‘em making me their size
this why i’m always running on
to the next one i’m git’n memorized

and i’m !hate’n! the one
you always having here for me
—this ugly damn face that’s mine
just there wait’n here in behind
that splashing loud addicting glittering
of all them sponsored synthetic druthers
so you spiteful old cheap piece of glass
you can kiss my goddamn ass!
‘cause this one you be showing here
sho as hell aint what i wanna see
i’m-going-out-some-where-right-now!
‘n find a new ‘nother other for this sham
a one who at least for today
i gon be make’n like it them
who i am

Copyright © 2016 Asili Ya Nadhiri

!MeMeMeMeMeMe!Me! . . .

HELL NO! can’t afford seeing you
and i’m doing all i can so
keeping you from seeing me
and doing all them other things
so making how it’s ‘sposed to be
can’t gon be counting no body else
but this one we calling !me!

aint no longer pretending
i’m caring about some how and why
i’m screaming!me!
echoing there in yo’ head
here in your head all the time
deeper on deeper mo’ deeper on down
so nothing here but ME’s be’n heard

this endless perverse-nationing renown
accumulate’n all in up’n’under our ruse
we needing a new brand new kinda muse
dat aint ah’humming and ah’sanging
and ah’drumming no blues

so what’s left for me to be saying
‘cept keep yo’ ass here way on over there
on outa my goddamn way!
‘less’n you gon be here ah’chanting
real real loud about !me!

Copyright © 2016 Asili Ya Nadhiri

so hastily demising

 puke is honing all our guild-ing mouths
river-lettings of cautionary yellowing
soupingly entangling with chunks of
scarlet red hollaring audacious bubblings
running on flooding all the soggy moulds
and rhythmating knolls’n’holes’n’souls
where we’re all just runn’n on here wait’n

imploding echoes are snoring in the belly
of all our rapaciously ajudicating verdicts
our fawning marble-ling institutions
and their yawning substitutions
and common disdaining ablutionings
are desperately devouring each other
for one another’s cracked cup
of some noma-nating brew
on and on and on and on
and always we acting like
this is something brand

Copyright © 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri

11/21/2018

We are simply joyfully and splendidly loving and kneeling at the feet of our FOOLS; we are celebrating our very existence in the constant exaltation and glorification of them. No matter how infinitesimal, we record, magnify, dispense, and glorify their every flatulensationing just like they’re (these odorous wind blown expulsions) them whose attention we are so desperately craving (so decisively addicting ourselves). “TO HELL WITH THE FACTS AND ANY SUBSTANCE; WE CAN ALWAYS BE FAKING THAT PART—WHO’S REALLY GIVING A DAMN!”

Likewise, we are loving our incessant and ritualistic wallowing in their every moral perverse-nationing. In our serpentining trance, we’re most instantly and intuitively rationalizing (excusing) it all, because, just like our FOOLS,we’re too inherently weak and afraid to be ever be seeing our own faces in the mirror

The Ouroboros (also spelled Oroboros) is a name given the symbol composed of a serpent (snake) swallowing its tail.  Some maintain “this composition symbolizes self-reflexivity or cyclicality, especially in the sense of something constantly re-creating itself, the eternal return, and other things, such as the phoenix which operate in cycles that begin anew as soon as they end.  It can also represent the idea of primordial unity related to something existing in or persisting from the beginning with such force or qualities it cannot be extinguished . . . (Wikipedia).”  In my writing I am often using this symbol that also reflects the intimate relationship between Luciferian (Satanic) worshipping and Freemasonry.  The serpent is a very very old symbol used to represent the rational mind.  I contend in the face of all contrary assertions that this symbol most explicitly means:  If the rational mind is left alone and on its own, it will inevitably swallow itself.  In short, we (human beings) are both rational and irrational—the percentage to which we are inclined toward either is not subject to the pronouncement of an equation. Our blinding predilection with “very smart people” who are adept at establishing rules by which to successfully name and maneuver chest pieces (our manmade symbols) seems most problematic.  Reasoning allows all things, and the masking of anything.  Life is not a game;  there is no algorithm by which one keeps a numerical score.  Wisdom is most essential in regards leadership. A wise man is always smart;  a smart man may never be wise.

but what now of they themmm

’bout whom it never is it told

unknowing come they born too

with a share they hummm

of the seer’s tongue

limping aloning alone

in their incessant roam

knowd they un-be-knownst

the unknowing unknown

Copyright © 2000, 2005 Asili Ya Nadhiri

the more I’m learning about you, the more I’m knowing about me; the more you’re learning about me, the more you’re knowing about you . . . LEARNING IS DIGESTING

WORDS BIRDS & STINKING TURDS

(once in the air can cover the world)

We are, at least most of us, avid supporters and vociferous advocates of the popular dictum “everyone has a right to their own opinion.” This just maybe a universal mantra. But what about our completing this saying: EVERYONE HAS A RIGHT TO THEIR OPINION, AND A RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE IMPACT OF THEIR OPINION ON THEMSELVES AND OTHERS

                       The Serpentining Ruse of the Ouroborous

         How do DEMAGOGUES continuously secure the servile and unquestioning allegiance of those individuals who have given up all dreams and hope of rising up out of the miserable existence they and theirs are continuously enduring generation after generation after generation retrogressively to some remote moment of some form of migration?They simply preach  VERY LOUDLY and VERY CLEARLY:  IT IS MOST DEFINITELY NOT YOUR FAULT, IT’S THEIRS (THEM OTHER THEMMS)! YOU ARE AS YOU ARE SEEING YOURSELF ONLY BECAUSE OF THEMMM!!