(this self-devouring coffling
of our serpentining norm
is desperately swallowing us on into
a hollowing entangling porn)

! MeMeMeMeMeMe! . . .

HELL NO! can’t afford seeing you
be 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!

this why no longer this pretending
i’m caring about some how and why
i’m screaming!me!
echoing in yo’ head all the time
deeper on deeper ensconcing on down
rapidly eroding our hallowed ground
so nothing here but ME’s be’n heard

this endless perverse-nationing renown
accumulate’n in all 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 loud about !me!

Copyright © 2016 Asili Ya Nadhiri

*touching is
a longing alouding
of whispering soliloquies
softlying enfleshing
with no trespassing
a sensuous promising
gracefully consuming
nearly ever swallowing
a hungering caressing
with no fingerprinting
wantingly entangling on

**In a quantum/cosmological context, entangling is a most beautifully elegant and timeless concept

audio available at http://www.nadhiriwrites.com

Copyright © 2010 Asili Ya Nadhiri

In my humble opinion, any human endeavor that is not encouraging a greater morality is a wasting of time.

We are being shown a most explicit picture of ourselves (our society) in all its rapidly increasing confusion, and look how we are only exacerbating this “same old same old”:  convoluting the confusion in convolutioning (competing with each other ad infinitum in our effort to simply manufacture intricate new renditions of the same old renditions for the sake of public sales).  All we are doing is assisting that against which we are purporting to be protesting.

*touching is
a longing alouding

of whispering soliloquies
softlying enfleshing
with no trespassing
a sensuous promising
gracefully consuming
nearly ever swallowing
a hungering caressing
with no fingerprinting
wantingly entangling on

**In a quantum/cosmological context, entangling is a most beautifully elegant and timeless concept

*audio available at http://www.nadhiriwrites.com
Copyright © 2010 Asili Ya Nadhiri

In my humble opinion, any human endeavor that is not encouraging a greater morality is a wasting of time.

We are being shown a most explicit picture of ourselves (our society) in all its rapidly increasing confusion, and look how we are only exacerbating this “same old same old”:  convoluting the confusion in convolutioning (competing with each other ad infinitum in our effort to simply manufacture intricate new renditions of the same old renditions for the sake of public sales).  All we are doing is assisting that against which we are purporting to be protesting.

*touching is
a longing alouding

of whispering soliloquies
softlying enfleshing
with no trespassing
a sensuous promising
gracefully consuming
nearly ever swallowing
a hungering caressing
with no fingerprinting
wantingly entangling on

**In a quantum/cosmological context, entangling is a most beautifully elegant and timeless concept

*audio available at http://www.nadhiriwrites.com
Copyright © 2010 Asili Ya Nadhiri

In my humble opinion, any human endeavor that is not encouraging a greater morality is a wasting of time.

We are being shown a most explicit picture of ourselves (our society) in all its rapidly increasing confusion, and look how we are only exacerbating this “same old same old”:  convoluting the confusion in convolutioning (competing with each other ad infinitum in our effort to simply manufacture intricate new renditions of the same old renditions for the sake of public sales).  All we are doing is assisting that against which we are purporting to be protesting.

*touching is
a longing alouding

of whispering soliloquies
softlying enfleshing
with no trespassing
a sensuous promising
gracefully consuming
nearly ever swallowing
a hungering caressing
with no fingerprinting
wantingly entangling on

**In a quantum/cosmological context, entangling is a most beautifully elegant and timeless concept

*audio available at http://www.nadhiriwrites.com
Copyright © 2010 Asili Ya Nadhiri

Are we ever going to acknowledge and confront the DESPERATIONING engulfing our society! In all aspects of our society (social, political, religious) the signs are most blatantly and boisterously before our eyes: SELFIE-ING! SELFIE-ING! SELFIE-ING!

surrendering

we all addicting “Me!Me!-ing” fondlers
our backs they mooningly tote-ing
fabricating tomes who cleverly disguising
treasonous designs being passing on and on
in bilious plottings of perverse-a-nating heads
of t00-too-ing little self-devouring leeches
splashing here in their sucking scared
drowning in being scared of being scared
“but just you give us won’t you please
justa few minutes more of our sleeping
just a few more minutes will you please”
ingurgitating the noise of our snoring
our mouths they rabidly spinning us fulling
on swaddling illusions of something born here
that was never much more than stillborn
“a few minutes more won’t you please
justa few minutes more of this sleeping”
circlings in the hypnotic circling of circlings
our words they always just echoes
exacerbationings tatooing stolen juju trollings
on the hollowing caverns of our lives
this aimlessly squandering wandering’s
censoring the tendons commanding our legs
and rendering our bending knees attending
“no no no . . . aint no cause for worry
we just tired that’s all
a few more winks us up and ready to go
so please won’t you just . . . please . . .”

Copyright © 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri

mathematizing

our enslavement
to logic lulls us
with a deceptive
security predicated
on our sacred belief
that its description
of the creation is so
very nearly “1 t0 1”
in correspondence
that all phenomena
are obliged to adhere
to its mechanical
predictions and the
fondling massaging it
affords us with the
swollen and desperate
pettiness of proclaiming
“I WIN!”

Copyright © 2015 Asili Ya Nadhiri

this aint no time for same old-ing

we here voraciously crouching down
decorously-ing in the toothless jaws
of crippled scared crippling hyenas
why here am we splashing with you
and all the rest of us swimming too
in this shit floating ‘round
everywhere like we through
confusion’s drinking all the strength
most everybody saying “i caint”
same as them who saying “i aint”
we here voraciously crouching down
decorously-ing in the toothless jaws
of crippled scared crippling hyenas
our hands they tied
by this noise we fed feeding
this clot in our heads
spinning paralyzing motions
shackling our legs
so laying here still is how we dred
very little difference from being dead
we here voraciously crouching down
decorously-ing in the toothless jaws
of crippled scared crippling hyenas

Copyright © 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri

the bubbular absurdity of hustling
(‘cause aint no gravity here pulling)

pawns suspending
in the phantoming alms of supposing
no feeling we’re missing so much
or shadows showing the lasting of such
nor radiating visceralizings of touch
pawns suspending
in the phantoming alms of supposing
so artfully nil our dross surmisings
no mattering who we’re trying to be
our lives they tiny little plastic cups
who we hoping no one else is seeing
pawns suspending
in the phantoming alms of supposing
wander’n on in the neutering seemings
of the same old jumbling rehearsals
for treading water in imaginary pools
pawns suspending
in the phantoming alms of supposing

Copyright © 2009, 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri