To Throw Jewels At A Floating-City Poem by Naveed Akram

To Throw Jewels At A Floating-City



To throw jewels at the face is pointless like
Rocking dynamite, like fire on fire and flame.
To see the pool of blood is to watch the devastation,
So must I too die in the minding of myself?

Measure with your fingers a day that resents,
That resonates the marriage, of a special way.
To throw jewels in the face is to be tall and strong,
Opening the miracle-man's entrance and being strong.

I have an explorer on the list, someone who asks a deal
That manners and answers cannot ask,
I have an ark and a bulletin, I possess the riot and the liar,
For my ways are one, for the one is my way, and this way.

Die for love, and it will push you into oblivion,
For the explorer punishes a man for taking oblivion.
The gift of knowledge awaits him over the horizon,
Rainbows project themselves for the floating-city.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: travelling
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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