Zoulain

Poetry and random bits

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In my darkest hours I am at my palest. When the wind blows and the snow falls. When the silence echoes only wails. My thoughts cloud and my mind ebbs.

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Also really needed this

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I need this today so I can move forward always

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2nd

Hand in hand racists and biggots

holster on and safety's out

The horror, the horror, the riot's act

Alt right, delete, jurisprudence

Curtain close

Blood clots

Synapsis burned, reason is dead

Societal PTSD, fear reflex

Media; "live, it's live!"

It was a good shooting

Curtains close

Blood clots

Case closed

Blood clots

uniform protected

closed ranks

people rotting

blood clots

no one is safe

blood gush

[khoumele-blog]

Worthy

I was never enough.

I was never tough enough,

Never had enough discipline

Enough strenght mental or physical

I just never was.

My parents told me so.

So how could I be enough to you

I really loved you if you doubted,

But with you I felt, I would never be enough

 wouln'd be enough for your heart to skip a beat

wasn't enough for you to want to move with me

wasn't enough to make you love me as much as I would you

I just wasn't enough

 But I thought  you were perfect, well almost

You were a great lover and a friend

indulged my silly moods and all

your character I had no qualms with

it was just domestic issues we quarrelled over.

 In the end I wasn't enough to make u love me unconditionally

It's not anyone's fault. I just never was enough to even love me....

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[khoumele-blog]

Rather this is an encouragement to meet adverse situations with the intent and style to control them. Falling into an entanglement with brutes will usually result in nothing more than a stimulated nervous system and an upset digestive track

Maya Angelou

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YX

Men abuse their power

Men abuse their lovers

    but they cry out for their mothers and daughters

Yet show no mercy for others

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Awesome!!! Congrats :)

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Years ago

Dad said I'm a whore

he said I won't amount to nothin'

I'm a good for nothin' spawn of his loin

he'd kick me out if it wouldn't break my mom's heart

I had nowhere to go

trapped in a car, I couldn't just open the window

or the door, jump out and run

So I stayed seated with tears rolling down

There ain't nothin' to say

When you're a youngin' and already ain't shit

you swallow whatever pride you got left

you walk with your shoulders slumped

your world crushed and heart heavy

I ain't livin here you scream to yourself

I ain't gonna stay where I ain't wanted

but you can't go nowhere, youse a youngin

you ain't finished school, ain't got a job

ain't nobody gonna open their house for free

so you stay in that house and bid your time

days and months pass by

years and decades go by

but the broken record ain't silent

it's at the back of my mind

Dad said I'm a whore

Said I won't amount to nothin'

Echoed in every failure

maybe I ain't shit, fuck it!

dad was prolly right, I ain't shit

but he didn't mean it

he was just mad, worse than mad

he was disapointed

maybe in his life and by extension mine

dad is older now and not doing so well

he was never mean spririted

he just used means, words, to an end

dad seldom smiles now and it makes me sad

I'm not all that, but I'm about all he has

I forgave him on the basis of him being human

but the words are carved in my cells

etched in cursive and all so invasive

Dad had meant I would be a whore

Not the kind that sells their bodies

Rather one that has nothing but a body to sell

I wish I had fought harder to prove him wrong

That I had strived harder to go beyond

Nostradamus in the making was right

I ain't got nothing but a body to sell

I ain't got specials skills or talent

So I sell my brain cells for a cheque

Every thursday is pimping day

Bachelor's in word was a luxury

it couldn't afford me more than a desk job

I certainly ain't balling

if it ain't tears rolling

Dad was right I haven't amounted to nothin'

[khoumele-blog]

Tanatos

Tanatos I hear you

You mumble in my ear almost imperceptible

but you're always there, lurking

I hear you, you've always been there

in the shadows of my consciousness

Surging when least expected

Leaping from the depth, overpowering me,

temporarily

Suddenly I'm in a sunken place

observing my outer self

tears stream down melanated cheeks

an arm reaches for a bottle

spirits spills, pills swallowed, sleep never comes

in the depth of my minds whispers are screams

incessant, screeching, 

vial

I wish I were tone deaf 

unable to hear the perverted frequencies

broken signals, broken mind

but I know you would learn ASL

Eyes shut, full REM

And still Finley's code flashes

behind my fused lashes

past haggard ocular wet globes  

onto my conscious stream

where you stubbornly retreat

as dawn emerges

and the stupor ebbs

Screams and screeches die down

to a low mumur, rumbles

whispers of fleething thoughts

Eros are you there?

A shy simmer, barely perceptible

Eyes wide open, dazed glare

i guess you are

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[blackbirdpoetess]

Like butterfly wings so fragile and soft ‘neath my fingertips. So featherlike are his kisses upon her waiting ruby lips.

The playful flutter of his fingers that dance upon her skin. Such sweet pleasures it brings like a sensuous forbidden sin.

Her loving embrace so tender like the wings of a beautiful butterfly. His words soft and heartfelt their beauty brings a tear to my eye

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Weekly challenge

Andromeda Poutine was a petite chubby girl with a smile as bright as the sun and oh so infectious. Her obsidian skin was so dark it reminisced of whispered secret of 4th dimensions and surreal people. Andromeda was as her mom would put it a little tornado. Standing at merely 3 feet tall the little five year old from planet Garda World was a real handful. In short she was hell. Too smart for her own good, she was fluent in 40 languages native to her home world and spoke fluent Obama, a common intergalactic sign language used to communicate between worlds. That meant trying to keep a secret from this little devil was as unlikely as the complete annihilation of those retched poutine eating earthling creatures from that poor dying planet  a few moons away.

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Question Of The Day: “Gold Or Silver?”

I’m really curious so answer here

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[khoumele-blog]

You like to objectify me into edibles

But I'm more than chocolate or cinnamon

      caramel, nutmeg or coffee

I am the original queen

      the mother, Gaia

The premise you forget and find abject

Yet I made you!

The golden hues of my skin

Transcend the obsidian depth of my melanin

For in its solid colour lies the blood of resilience

The blood of generations past and generations to come

Queen! say it, remember it, cherish it like you do gold

Don't consume me thinking you can excrete me

I am royalty and my womb births kings and queens

When you see me bow

Remember I make you,

You can try to hurt me but in the end

    you only hurt yourself

For the monarchy of our specie

Lies in the hues you forget to love

black gold, obsidian, black opal,

          Life

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