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</table>Its me Gutemenschhttp://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=In_the_Gradens&diff=45325&oldid=prevIts me Gutemensch: Created page with "'''In the Gardens: The Early Works'''<br /> '''A collection of poems b'''y<br /> '''Nawen Beign'''<br /> Selected verses of Nawen's prose from when she..."2018-11-19T04:52:46Z<p>Created page with "'''In the Gardens: The Early Works'''<br /> '''A collection of poems b'''y<br /> '''<a href="/PCs:Nawen_Amakiir" title="PCs:Nawen Amakiir">Nawen Beign</a>'''<br /> Selected verses of Nawen's prose from when she..."</p>
<p><b>New page</b></p><div>'''In the Gardens: The Early Works'''<br /><br />
'''A collection of poems b'''y<br /><br />
'''[[PCs:Nawen_Amakiir|Nawen Beign]]'''<br /><br />
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Selected verses of Nawen's prose from when she walked into the Gardens and didn't leave for many years. The pain and confusion leap from the pages and the image of women that is Nawen appears. Beaten down, abused by those she trusted and left to be forgotten. She got herself together and found her true path in life and stood once again on her own two feet. These are selected from some of her first poems. Before taking the stage name 'Naughty Nawen' or singing of sounds or reading of poems about the bedroom. These are an intimate glimpse into the eyes of one that few truly know. <br /><br />
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~Perri<br /><br />
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'''~Sorrow's Tears ~'''<br /><br />
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Blood and sin<br /><br />
washed away<br /><br />
by the tears of<br /><br />
children and mothers<br /><br />
but never forgotten<br /><br />
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'''~ Ath Zamin ~'''<br /><br />
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Around and around and around<br /><br />
Epilogue inane<br /><br />
Nitwitted strumpet<br /><br />
Around and around and around<br /><br />
Hair pulling madness<br /><br />
Countless query<br /><br />
Around and around and around<br /><br />
Around and around and around<br /><br />
Around and around and around<br /><br />
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'''~ Narcistic Vagrancy ~'''<br /><br />
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Wandering in a fanatical wilderness<br /><br />
of intemperate thoughts<br /><br />
birthed from self and not<br /><br />
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Peacefulness sought<br /><br />
second self-forbids<br /><br />
innermost strife recess<br /><br />
overwhelmed she is<br /><br />
decoration of tranquility<br /><br />
caressed and loved<br /><br />
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Everything shed and laid bare<br /><br />
liberated from self<br /><br />
and of presence<br /><br />
day and night become one<br /><br />
sensation impassioned<br /><br />
one's touch last for 100 years<br /><br />
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Dancing in streams<br /><br />
running through the fields<br /><br />
feeling the warmth upon self<br /><br />
playful showers of rain<br /><br />
cool breezes loft by<br /><br />
Everything as it should be<br /><br />
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Lighting crashes<br /><br />
all is gone in a flash<br /><br />
blackness befalls<br /><br />
icy winds roar against<br /><br />
hair stands up<br /><br />
shivers and shudders<br /><br />
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Hair like coal with wings of snow as she appears<br /><br />
seeking enneadic enigma to illuminate<br /><br />
Hair like snow and wings to match appears<br /><br />
She helps the other aware of the darkness<br /><br />
with no concern in her heart<br /><br />
as she aids and toils<br /><br />
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Peace and relaxation lost<br /><br />
walked through the gardens of self<br /><br />
to find second self with my baggage<br /><br />
we walk hand in hand<br /><br />
till two become one<br /><br />
whole again<br /><br />
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Journeying into an irrefutable wilderness<br /><br />
of intemperate souls<br /><br />
pushing and pulling collectively<br /><br />
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'''~ Manaenahat Kohav ~'''<br /><br />
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Heaven weeps with sweet delight.<br /><br />
Dear me!!!!<br /><br />
The eyes shine with well-deserved knowledge.<br /><br />
Shhhh!!!<br /><br />
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A red rose dances to the inquisitive beat of self,<br /><br />
While the ocean lingers at high tide.<br /><br />
The moon's sorrow and forgotten,<br /><br />
Ponders the rapture of velvet agony and delight.<br /><br />
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'''~ Ananshah Oollensoa ~'''<br /><br />
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The trees dance in light shade<br /><br />
reminds me of morning<br /><br />
Dru'El welcomed me into his<br /><br />
and warmth of it all<br /><br />
with the honeycomb lighter<br /><br />
some lost bitch<br /><br />
Fen I was lost in the moment<br /><br />
The path all I needed to see<br /><br />
the path is all I need to travel<br /><br />
what I seek, seeks me<br /><br />
I to it, it to me<br /><br />
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Pelail, said the path<br /><br />
we always knew each other<br /><br />
the dream is not always a dream<br /><br />
did you know that?<br /><br />
this chaos storm engulfs me<br /><br />
Warmth wrap it'self around me<br /><br />
snuggled into its protection<br /><br />
need to breathe so that I<br /><br />
so we can laugh!<br /><br />
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life is spark<br /><br />
full of smaller sparks<br /><br />
that gather and shine as we go<br /><br />
we just walk a path and makes choices<br /><br />
this phoenix plunged and crashed<br /><br />
and still stands up on her own<br /></div>Its me Gutemensch