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Premium Member In All the Crummy Little Barrooms of the Soul

I wait in all the crummy
little barrooms of the soul.
I look about and sniff the air,
drink, and wait.
In the demi-world of honky-tonks,
which vie against night's
inner gloom, beneath mantles
of thick smoke, pinches,
slurred speech and propositions,
I leer drunkenly about,
swimming in the haze
of my heebie-jeebies.
I wait.
After the smoke clears away
and the honky-tonk tones die,
when the scraggy light of the
morning after spreads, mustily,
across the floor,
I wait.
After the hangover, 
after the aching head, glazed eyes,
belches, and specks
which move around my head in circles,
I see a different sort of light:
A flatter sort.
In the sordidness,
ergo filthy waxy sawdust on the floor,
I have seen a conjuration
which I sought.
But soon it disappears
and will not come again.
Illusion slips from mind
with lifting drunkenness
and break of sensibility  
and pain creeps in which
is not merely physical.
Oh well.
I must try again tomorrow night.
There will always be another night.
Categories: propositions, angst, depression, introspection, life,
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Her Sin

Squatting next to a garbage bin,
she dons a fake smile that doesn't fit.
And though track marks tattoo her skin,
her addiction won't let her quit.

Abused by pimps and those she serves,
each encounter has left its mark.
And a cheap dress hugs girly curves,
as she shivers there in the dark.

Forced into a life of disgrace,
she feels she hasn't a single friend.
And her hair hides her haggard face,
trapped in the land of let's pretend.

Whispering sly, suggestive words,
she advertises sex for sale.
And propositions jocks and nerds,
feeling frightened, hungry, and frail.

Lewd proposals, oft crude and stark,
are overheard above the din.
And she sells herself in the dark,
praying God understands her sin.


(Quatrain)


8/22/2015
Categories: propositions, abuse, angst, emotions, feelings,
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member A Desert Flower

A desert flower shrouded in black,
she exudes the sweetness of a rose.
And sidles away from my approach,
her emotions hidden by a veil.

Dazzling eyes of cerulean hue
stare out at me from subtle shadows. 
For it's her tradition and custom
that no man's gaze may fall upon her.

Her cloistered features hide from the sun,
camouflaging her uniqueness.
And forbade the mere sight of her smile,
my sad heart propositions the wind.

Please grant my heart this innocent wish,
that I may yet see her hidden face.
And remove the guise of the niqab,
so that my eyes may glimpse her beauty.


(Blank Verse)


5/16/2017
Categories: propositions, beautiful, culture, desire, emotions,
Form: Blank verse

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Premium Member My New Year Resolutions

"It is so easy to make resolutions, but to keep them is an uphill task"~ By Poet

We take new resolutions on each New Year’s Day,
But never seriously stick to them and success ebbs away.

I am no exception and like many, I must sincerely admit
That I may break my resolutions, but will never feel guilty a bit

First of all, I won’t make resolves that would hamper my day.
In most things, I wish to have my own personal way.

But to good propositions I am open and never shall be deaf.
As all wish, when the year ends, I want to turn over a new leaf.

With novel schemes, I don’t want to be an exponent,
But I will not sit back like a couch potato and be my own opponent. 

When someone provokes me with words and actions rude, 
I wish to stay calm, but excuse me if I blurt out a little crude.

I will try to do as much as I can, for time ticks away,
Won't wait for the last minute, which I feel is the right way.

Try to adapt to surroundings and move as quick as a wren.
Ramble through my garden and enjoy flowers now and then. 

Spend more time with nature watching little objects and scenes.
Wander into meadows to get lost in the charm of sprawling greens.

Carry a walking stick, that at my age, even a small fall
Can break my brittle bones and into serious damage it can haul.

Though I don’t hope to be a body builder at my age
Will exercise daily, not with hopes of retracing my steps to teenage.

Once I was in good shape and had an hour glass figure
Though can't retain it, careful, from the mirror not to have a scare

Now with so much said, don’t ask me If I could keep my resolutions live 
At the end of the year, if I am fortunate to stay sane and alive!
Categories: propositions, celebration, character, funny,
Form: Couplet

Solar Plexus Sun of the Soul 2

Tiphereth

Centre, She, who holds the light
Connection abundant placed to description
Concentration, He, in all the names
Of beauty
Filtered from the through put out pouring skies
Entrusted to perception
Before these provoking eyes

Solar Plexus

Third state consciousness and invocation
Her Aeon vibration
Calling
These propositions to ignite
The sleeping mirror within the Chakra heart

Sol sustaining
The augury of hope ever renewed
She proliferates
Never and forever
Changing
The coloured combination's 
Of living

Goddess and God of all she is

And without 
There is no acuity to perceive
No idylls, idea’s, no breaths to breathe
No thoughts of these convoluted explanations
Of existence
No human birthed to conscious awareness

Face of creation
She is
All life’s attractions 
He makes
To their radiance and adamantine warmth
All know Earthly existence, flocks
Beacon He is
Light She is
The living cell of solar system
Embodies this the Galactic entity

And what unknown umbilical chord
Resounds to this magnitude
Of the ever eternal point
Centred
Touches this finite moment of stars
As spatial Universal
Extends

Extends their phantom finger She and He
And bright upon the next octave
Of spiritual reality
Through the vast and the void veils
Extends their phantom finger
And somehow
Through all the atoms and molecules
Through the dancing language
Wrote in within these plains of light 

Writes

And reads

These

Words
Categories: propositions, devotion
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Fantasy Dreams

Illusions are smoke and mirrors;
the sky's black, and yet, we see blue.
And like sheep, we're led by shearers;
whose reality blocks our view.

Flashing neon propositions;
young eyes with the night's city lights.
And the lambs rush to the slaughter,
unaware reality bites.

A taboo magic elixir;
drugs hold anxieties in check.
But once addicted, your body
morphs into a physical wreck.

Politicians promise you all;
yet provide substantially less.
And when caught in a blatant lie,
they blame each other for their mess.

Parks attract drunks and criminals;
who bully and instigate fights.
And cops harass homeless people;
denying them their basic rights.

We ponder possibilities;
when nothing is quite what it seems.
And hide in never-never land;
inside of our fantasy dreams.
Categories: propositions, city, drug, how i
Form: Quatrain


Among the Insipid Faces

Opposed within the same genus
A recognition of man's existence
I try to inverse the Truth
Thus the latter becomes defined as oblivion
And shallow existence
Those things that cannot be reversed
A peculiar mark of substance
Perceived with utter perception 
The truth that colludes 
Thought provoking propositions 
And implications of rugged indecencies
That have been enumerated 
Among the Insipid faces 
It's not easy to state
What it is that which you don't understand
And don't want to understand...
Categories: propositions, change,
Form: Concrete

Just Say "no"

There is so strongly grained in me
some ideas like saying “no” just
saying “no” to certain propositions,
my Catholic upbringing, or upbringing
in common with inclination.  I have not
been so nice as to say no to everything,
not very nice at all, but when I do say
that’s said and no more discussion.
I’ve decided, and that’s enough reason
to say “no, I won’t do that at all.”
Categories: propositions, inspirationalnice, nice,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Regretting Cake

(Not) Regretting Cake

Never ending restrictions are slave driver’s tools a debatable concept wielding

Onslaughts on conscience asceticism zero sums zero size and perfection

To not trespass the segments of cake the boundaries and frontiers rules and


Regulations to not violate prescriptions norms dogma seems violent in itself

Ethics of ingestion virtue Kantian Imperatives calculus of nutrients refrain but

Greed I am not talking about only challenging that second third piece of cake

Reconstituting its shape form and meaning on my hips on my nourished mind

Eat it and have it I do not propose though I posit another round of consumption

To further the cause of challenging prejudice stereotypes and conformity

The cake forms reforms formulates temperate moderation versus addiction

In ‘massa libum’ veritas and in ‘veni vidi vici’ I transcend over the tyranny of 

Never-ending so-called scientific nonsense regarding what my cake intake must 

Gauge on the scales of truth and honesty desire tolerance and discomposure


Calibrated shackles prisons torture chambers othering of weighty arguments in

Adverse confusion of liberation freedom unregretted pleasure life as such are

‘Khamsin’-like  oppression hot air and antidotes to independence to my pursuit of 

Ebullition in words feelings thoughts and propositions and in that second slice of cake

05th August 2016
Categories: propositions, power, prejudice,
Form: Acrostic

Prime

Prime….
How can you shape your life?
If there are no prime in nature then how can step in lawfully.
If you had no keys to door that grand then how you can come in.
Innings have ways and tricks.
Labors of loves have laugh at last.
Words are lace works and forces are means.
With no lattices draw in red then there are no blue.
Babe blues are sets of moods.
Life propositions are loves and wealth.
Physiology all are may be normal as shaped.
All across the boards are buys and sells.
Buy me but no sell me.
Who look up to china commie and who just look up to loose cannons.
Life that made as FRAUST would be living hard devices and lame questions for life.
What are news?
As china commies black out our worlds or acting about with laws that bad or with hearts that false.
To be primed to do our propositions must be good but lured.
Lusts are sexes.
Who play a trick or pull a stunt.
Genes of deer could be horses in case of fake syllogism and china tyrant dictators’ means of words and literary persecutions.
Can fetus be conceived by men?
Of courses but there are china forced abortions and men torments both.
What is true that resemble prime?
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------
Categories: propositions, change,
Form: ABC

The Happy Seasoning

Thousands of students of decades
Across the nation, 
Have loads of issues with grades 
And lack of motivation.

A retention to learning,
With parents calling 
And graduation rates falling.
It's beginning to be so concerning,
That teachers even notice,
These kids aren't learning.

The propositions the school has given,
Halted the adults' beliefs they thought they knew.
School psychologist’s are anything but driven,
And their inadequate solutions are simply untrue.
 
The great idea has bestowed upon me,
And this hypothesis has been churning.
Without concern for the students I can see,
This will prove the best of your earning.

A new substance has reached the market,
That will prove me right.
LSD, Cocaine, and Meth will hit the target,
So cook with all your might.

Gracious children run freely in the halls
Now happy and cherishing all their liberty,
Can finally succeed and jump off the walls.
The teens will finally use all of their ability,
If you even have the balls.
Their improved grades are a certain probability
All until the last one falls.
Categories: propositions, 12th grade, angst, high
Form: Rhyme

Knock Me Out

KNOCK ME OUT
                                AGAIN
                                  AND
                                AGAIN
                         ~~~~~~~~~~
Annual rose resurgence is imminent, rested and renewed
daily inspection to assess progress from bud to full bloom
enduring and alluring, sweet perfume brings past memories
though more subtle and subdued than I can recall
                             R~O~S~E~S
The most perfect plucked for viewing in vases or jars
exclamations of oohs and ahhs  will excitedly ensue
color and beauty and perfume admired by viewers
happiness and joy from presence of fresh flowers 
                           K~N~O~C~K
Enticing with their beguiling poses and perfections
appearing so delicate and fragile and weak
when strength and tenacity is the truth hence
 " tough as a boot !! "
                            M~E  O~U~T
Some are high and mighty and proud, shouting
 " look at me !! "
others begging for you to seek while they hide
introverts and extroverts like us I suppose
all deserving equal attention and admiration
                          A~G~A~I~N
Appropriately named ' Knock Out Roses '
survival requires hours of sun for flower power
and pruning and plucking of withered petals 
root protection vital, limitless water from Heaven and hose
                             A~N~D
A silent seduction occurs without uttering a word
power without pressure or pranks or propositions
mere existence without strings attached
leaves us breathless and begging for more
                           A~G~A~I~N
Impatience and anticipation beginning to occur, and stir
roses yawning and stretching, sensing it's time to wake up
and show the world what a little rest can accomplish
the New Years' resolution being to be bigger and better 
and bolder with renewed purpose to produce and please
and roses never break their resolutions
      ~~~~~ READY TO BE KNOCKED OUT AGAIN ~~~~~
Categories: propositions, beauty, rose,
Form: Free verse

September Nights

darkness sneaks in
through moonlit-creased skies
and scribbles on these lonely walls,
it's not night that propositions me,
it's memories (and you) 
coming from within long, lonely nights
that echo with doors slamming shut
on the command of a seasoned wind.

as another night arrives,
i tuck myself in as the moon does
beneath her feathered-clouds,
my breath is as moist as night's air
as i drift off to sleep.

night's shadows seduce me,
pressing me harder and harder
atop this tangled web of sheets,
that hold me tighter than thoughts
yet my mind is naked, more so than i
as i rush towards the peak
of this moment, this night
that can't end all too soon.


i listen to the stroke
of clock's hands
as they rape me of emotion
i hear the bells toll
and revisit that moment again

i mourn beneath night's veil
hours before i arise
with morning alone...

awaking to the rise and fall
of winded breath, howling
just outside my window
Categories: propositions, longing, missing, night, september,
Form: Free verse

Relative Morality

RELATIVE MORALITY

We live in our comfortable
‘anything goes’ world
where the word
‘tolerance’ is a code
word meaning
…don’t preach
I have no intention
of changing

Commitment is defined as
‘the mood’ of the
moment and truth too
‘complicated’ to pin
down emotion
…don’t preach
I have no intention
of changing

Our modern day prophets
‘preach peace-love- peace’
 in messed up worlds of
‘pleasant propositions’
with small minds
…don’t preach
I have no intention 
of changing

To stand firm on a truth
‘impaired’ world stage
  generation full of
‘political leverage’
God’s ancient truth
…please preach
for our desperation
 needs changing













 © Kim van Breda—13 October 2014
Categories: propositions, character, introspection, philosophy, repetition,
Form: Free verse

The Deserved Shame

Behind the veil of pain
Testimony smiles with gratefulness
Reality and truth stood upright in confidence
As revelation exposes

Here were clouds of darkness descending
Help was refuse without any attempt
Pretence of friendship exposed without any warnings
And waves of reality beckons in the face

Pleading was to no avail
Propositions of unwanted options were made
Leaving an unfortunate scene of the very fear,
The fear of prejudice

Another day has shown no signs of improvement
Confirming what seems to be the trend
A mind opener for the disappointed witness
For the so called friend never satisfied the conditions of true friendship

Here we are preaching equality to all
When the reality is “ a convenience equality”
All are guilty with no exception
A shame to all and a grave disappointment to Human Rights

What makes one Human, when his very rights are discriminated against?


A  shame on all of us!!!!!!!!!!


By, 
Augustine A. Harun Jnr.
AJ Harun(aka Zexxel)


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Categories: propositions, social, prejudice,
Form: ABC
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