Words of Nefie

She didn’t want to talk to me. That was too depressing…

The Misadventure of Bobby James

 

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Words of Nefie

I’ve learned too well; something sub par will not conquer hell.

“I Remember Everything” 

Words of Nefie

It is disheartening to see the disregard we have for destroying our home, and because of it “Earth may come to an end before our escape.”

“Project Mars” 

Words of Nefie

“What will likely help humans, to the utmost extent, is a collective belief that surpasses individual belief and supports togetherness through our differences.”

Seven Degenerations of Humans

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Words of Nefie

“We are so out of touch with ourselves, we fail to protect our own existence.”

N.W.O.: A Guide for Creating Constructive Change

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Beds of daffodils and roses
blowing sweet perfume to the noses
Buttercups and bluebells
along in the lingering smell
Violets, daises, and tulips
in colors so fluid
Lavenders, lilacs, and lilies
brings the heel of Achilles
to the strongest of all
And, begins the call
A whisper so soft
you believe words to be false
Nothing more than the wind
as you hear the words again
You wade through the meadows
of soft sweet petals
drawing nearer, and nearer
hearing words clearer, and clearer
“Don’t come to me
for I’m nothing to be”
It’s more psychedelic than zinnia
and more refined than azalea
Who could resist
the beauty of this
soft, sweet words
never before heard
Who’d clearly cry
only to hide
You follow more
to what you adore
On a trail of pretty things
to what pretty sings
“Don’t come to me
for I’m nothing to be”
You keep down the way
of primrose and sage
wanting joyful jolly
amongst the holly
You get closer
as you go over lucky clovers
ready to pick the thyme
with whom entrances your mind
You come to see
a gathering of leaves
Suddenly, a form appears
of not what’s held dear
Flowery beauty blows away in a gust
and no longer shows what you lust
There’s a darkness so stark
it startles your heart
The beautiful marigold
is lifeless and cold
In the flower bed
all the flowers are dead
You wince at the rot
In the wind, forget me not

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He looks at the picture on the wall
but, it is not perfect, not perfect at all
There is a flaw here and there
He sees flaws everywhere
The lines are not right
The color is too light
The image is dim
Nothing satisfies him
He lights another cigarette
to calm nerves and reflect
The image runs through his mind
but, this, in the picture, he cannot find
Not one edge is straight
Not one curve relates
Nothing holds true
The idea did not flow through
From head to canvas
it must have broken in passage
Frustrated, he exes out
all the mistakes that lay about
He steps back to see
what he actually needs
He throws his cigarette down
outing on the ground
He does not sit and wait
He engulfs in fresh paint