In the Gradens

In the Gardens: The Early Works
A collection of poems by
Nawen Beign

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.

~Perri

~Sorrow's Tears ~

Blood and sin
washed away
by the tears of
children and mothers
but never forgotten

~ Ath Zamin ~

Around and around and around
Epilogue inane
Nitwitted strumpet
Around and around and around
Hair pulling madness
Countless query
Around and around and around
Around and around and around
Around and around and around

~ Narcistic Vagrancy ~

Wandering in a fanatical wilderness
of intemperate thoughts
birthed from self and not

Peacefulness sought
second self-forbids
innermost strife recess
overwhelmed she is
decoration of tranquility
caressed and loved

Everything shed and laid bare
liberated from self
and of presence
day and night become one
sensation impassioned
one's touch last for 100 years

Dancing in streams
running through the fields
feeling the warmth upon self
playful showers of rain
cool breezes loft by
Everything as it should be

Lighting crashes
all is gone in a flash
blackness befalls
icy winds roar against
hair stands up
shivers and shudders

Hair like coal with wings of snow as she appears
seeking enneadic enigma to illuminate
Hair like snow and wings to match appears
She helps the other aware of the darkness
with no concern in her heart
as she aids and toils

Peace and relaxation lost
walked through the gardens of self
to find second self with my baggage
we walk hand in hand
till two become one
whole again

Journeying into an irrefutable wilderness
of intemperate souls
pushing and pulling collectively

~ Manaenahat Kohav ~

Heaven weeps with sweet delight.
Dear me!!!!
The eyes shine with well-deserved knowledge.
Shhhh!!!

A red rose dances to the inquisitive beat of self,
While the ocean lingers at high tide.
The moon's sorrow and forgotten,
Ponders the rapture of velvet agony and delight.

~ Ananshah Oollensoa ~

The trees dance in light shade
reminds me of morning
Dru'El welcomed me into his
and warmth of it all
with the honeycomb lighter
some lost bitch
Fen I was lost in the moment
The path all I needed to see
the path is all I need to travel
what I seek, seeks me
I to it, it to me

Pelail, said the path
we always knew each other
the dream is not always a dream
did you know that?
this chaos storm engulfs me
Warmth wrap it'self around me
snuggled into its protection
need to breathe so that I
so we can laugh!

life is spark
full of smaller sparks
that gather and shine as we go
we just walk a path and makes choices
this phoenix plunged and crashed
and still stands up on her own