The synthesis with my street syndicate stimulates sentences with an emphasis to exterminate. The vindictive who germinate without vindication are an indication of the morally corrupt. Behold a simulation of how violence erupts only to disrupt and distract acts of those without tact. Or in other words without a spine in their back; those who lack that but never fail to talk smack. The mentality which you propagate only discombobulates and further complicates the course of conversation. And of course the fact remains, that such thought is beyond your contemplation. Petty subjugation of portions of the population confined to spaces with other races chasing the same dream. Hands set to consume the latest fruits and but easily label everything else mainstream. People are food to corporations and they’ll masticate you to pieces. It’s a subliminal operation, no anesthetics while they inject you with diseases. Infect you with the latest, while you believe what’s worst for you is the greatest. It’s a scripted existence on the insistence that people listen and don’t ask questions. They divide the world up and then they conquer it in sections, under the illusion of our choices and selections. Subscribe to their intentions and strive towards “improvements.” See I’m a well wisher too, but I actually value my own two cents.
Nav K

What I love most
is getting lost in the
galaxies of her hair,
swirling among that
dark, homely comfort,
as it washes over me
in calm fragrant waves.
And sometimes
waking up to a
stray cosmic ray
beside me on those
frigid mornings.
Nav K

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Incumbent sleeper
dreamer nonbeliever
awaken from slumber
from your incubator,
(reality filter insulator) .
Open your eyes to acrylic skies,
honey your ears with idyllic lies.
Tears that taste like iron
with your gut to the fire,
release before you tire
of all you aspire.
Broken ceilings unfeeling
the allure of darkness is appealing
because masterpiece is madness
like warpaint on canvas.
How much for your advantage?
I dove into her looking for Atlantis
and found a piece of Rome.
She said: before you turn to stone
give your soul a home.
I turned around and understood
that we’re all prone to being alone,
shattered the ceiling above my bed
and I welcomed in the storm.
nk\ultra (via navk)

The closest friend you will ever have is your shadow

Book quotes that are so good they hurt

-xq. “Semicolon”

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are not
or autumn

do not

Nav K

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On September 11th, 2001,
airplanes did not just fly
into the World Trade Center.
They flew into people’s homes-
through television, radio,
telephone, Internet,
newspaper and magazine;
news outlets everywhere.

September 11th, 2001,
the day last names
were attacked,
arrested, detained,
changed, and erased,
not for the first time.
Faiths set on fire,
cultures bombed,
beliefs crumbled
to pavement.

September 11th, 2001,
The day planes were
flown through
the veils of women,
set fire to beards of men,
to pages of a holy book.
The day those planes
massacred an entire religion.

September 11th, 2001,
the day parents were executed
in the street behind their home,
children orphaned,
those unable to even recite
the colours of the American flag.

September 11th, 2001,
the day colours of freedom
changed from red white blue
to red red red and more red.

On September 11th, 2001,
airplanes did not just fly
into the World Trade Center.
They flew into people’s homes-
into people’s hearts.
In the form of fear,
and bullets, and
drone strikes.

September 11th, 2001,
the day the largest
military power in the world
could justify their violence,
and not be challenged.

September 11th, 2001,
the beginning of a trial
in which the only verdict
is guilty guilty guilty;
more death more suffering
is the sentence for those
who never committed
the crimes they are
being punished for.

If revenge equates to justice
and oppression is its gavel,
then freedom is Ground Zero.
Do not forget September 11th, 2001.
The day America felt its tremors,
and the entire world mourned.

Nav K 

(Source: navk, via navk)


For many Muslim Americans, 9/11 was a double punch of tragedy and bigotry

The actions of 19 Islamic extremists on 9/11 left an indelible mark on America. Today, millions pause to commemorate the attacks’ 13th anniversary, to honor the victims and to remember that all life is special and sacred. But there’s an untold story amid the many speeches and moments of silence — one filled with a different kind of pain, grief and strong sense of loss. 

Those stories are now being told on social media

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Some days
we defeat,
some days
we are defeated.
Nav K 

(Source: navk)

Solve for x,
but never stop
asking why
Nav K  

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