"exempted" poems
The photos were leaked today
They were of a **** woman with brown skin
Love making as she stared straight into the lenses
I was showed by a man who did not know how to react once I had been shown
My reaction was not shock
I merely stated "That's baad"
I did not know how to react to the staunch cyber-bully who was sure he was doing himself a justice by being so open about his anger at the naked, brown, humiliated, naked, shamed, beautiful
I am shamed by his shaming
I am naked by his **********
I am beautiful by myself sometimes
Sometimes I take the tape off my camera and position it near my bloom
I am not alone in this activity and yet I feel alone in an intimate situation, feel less alone, in a private situation.
Sometimes I work it so that every part of my dark lips are shadowed and my fingers seem to work for a living rather than play
My body is not a string
It is a temple of dark things
It is a ossuary filled with the dust of former lives
It is not to be dangled for cats for play
It has no puppet hands
Or puppet face
It smiles because it sees you smile
And she frowns when she sees you laugh
It is alive
The misfortune you hope her body will bring her is shame
I hope it will bring other people enlightenment
The fault is not in her
The fault is in the malicious, villainous, caricature of man who is hallow and made of maddening bells
Every time you disturb him he rings in announcement "This lady I had once an intimate relationship and she abused me. Here is her punishment."
We are all cavernous tunnels with lights to shoot out of the pins and needles sensational feelings we do not desire this but we must desire to be freed from being owned by this
We all think we're exempted from shame until we are ashamed
There are no exemptions, only more bells
They ring, until background noise renders them obsolete to us
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
See, you hear this word and shiver
While some of us get problems of the liver
yup! Exams are what I'm talking about
The reason pupils start howling about
Oh exams! What do we do with you
As it approaches, students be like
A reaction no one ever seen like
In our dreams like a monster sneaks up
Within our soul like Death creaps up
Oh exams! What do we do with you
That one night before exam burden
Reminds me of the war of verdun
Only if had books borrowed or lend
All night were the eyes to suspend
Oh exams! What do we do with you
That, to be murdered day arrived
Of peaceful sleep were we deprived
When the exam hall were we to enter
Shot a bullet shrapnel in the center
Dead were we when we turned the paper
Those questions turned us into vapor
Students like us had two or three attempted
Handed over those 2 sheets and left all exempted
Oh exams! What do we do with you
You're welcome, now to hell with you
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 3:49 AM UTC
I shake awake in the sleep…
The invisible dialogues, unable
to distinguish from darkness
vexes me...
I have heard the sob of the horn bill of the freedom
throughout the half broken dreams…
you also may blame me like my mother
that it’s because not pray to God when I go to bed…
For how many ‘freedoms’
I've been kept decorated
in the living room?
the fishes in aquariums
are not the beauty kept in the glass pots
but freedom closed in the glass…
While the fishes argue that
the three quarter of the world has made for them,
looking towards the open canopy of freedom,
the love birds, quibble me from the cages
that what I caged is the word of ‘freedom’ itself.
Doubtlessly, creating Auschwitz cells in living rooms
how can I speak about the freedom?
Having exempted the birds towards canopy of indulgence
the fishes to the sea of the rights,
I went to fly in the freedom of sleep
forgetting to pray to God…
then, I know
the birds from the canopy of indulgence
and the fishes from the sea of the rights,
are praying God for the sake of me…
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
When did I become disposable income?
I was so poor,
I know I must of seemed like a steal.
My bones are made of dehydrated milk and skin of a mothers welfare.
Support came with regrets, you know.
But how you managed to squeeze a penny from a SNAP of my belly-
You must be good with money
How you,
Leave pockets empty with no change
not even a wallet with a memory to care
Eat your heart out through an *** Jeff Bezos.
Silver spoon deeply exempted and certainly a love affair.
Don't choke on *** of cold hard ****
It's free of charge,
I can't even save a seat for my fathers cooking;
(also dehydrated and distant in taste and substance)
let alone read a book written on saving money for someone special.
I had a bid in those texts you invested in
I hope you are rich and get all the love
Certainly someone must.
Cause I feel I am getting hungry
And you are getting,
delicious.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
What can I say that I've broken the Baha'i Fast so that I won't be overly anxious on a busy day at the restaurant?
Using my arms and back to wash dishes.
Tactile placement of the feet around co-workers.
Remembering every detail needed for deliveries.
Baha'u'llah has exempted heavy labor from the Fast.
I couldn't do my work without constant water and a store of calories.
But what of smoking on work days?
What would God think?
The fact that I'm overly anxious at work without them has made me know how addicted I am.
So anxious as to question whether I should quit work.
"Don't do that to me again," my body tells itself, "last night was too much anxiety to simply be without smokes."
I suppose my soul will go to a tier of the afterlife where people are addicted to cigarettes.
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC
I seem to think of nothing
I don't understand anything
without you letting
me, to pursue it
meeting you has completely
changed the way I see issues
that confronts my life
you are my last resort
solution of the issues
that borders my life
I seem to think of nothing
only you I can imagine
when I am seated focusing
how to approach events of life
meeting you is a blessing
when nature calls or sings
I hear your name in the air
Birds are not exempted
from singing
your beautiful personality
to the natural air
I seem to feel nothing
only what you told me
guides my feeling
and actions to the right step
though we've not met in person
you are always
in me as a person
who gives me alternative ways
of becoming a good person
I thank God for what I feel within me
and appreciate your effort for me
helping me to reason like a human
not just childish I use to have in me
like a pet living as a human
You are a great person I can ever
think to have in my life
jump I jump
smile I smile
frown I console you
because I owe you
happiness and consolations
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC
Thank Goodness Santa was exempted
From Covid Travel Rules,
So he could go and deliver
All those presents and shimmering jewels.
My great nephew and niece all smiles:
Look at their happy faces.
Santa did all those miles
And got to so, so many places.
He even brought me mine
Disguised as mail delivery.
Giving his reindeers time
To rest, for a while,
In their Lapland livery.
Top of the Pops at noon.
It was on so very soon.
Some nice tunes and jingles
Like a box full of Pringles.
Not quite Rock and Roll,
But still a hint of Soul.
Meaningful lyrics
And some atmospherics.
The Queen gave us Hope
With her speech at three.
No time to mope
Here in the land of the Free.
Trust you all enjoyed this festive day some way.
And let us all pray
That things get better
From New Year’s Day.
It’s time to conquer Covid:
About time I hear you shout.
It’s DNA decoded,
Vaccinations all about.
So twenty-twenty-one
Is coming very soon.
When this year is all done,
Let’s fly up to the moon.
Let’s fill the world with Love,
Holding hands again.
Goodbye to twenty-twenty,
Goodbye to all the pain.
Paul Butters
© PB 25\12\2020.
(Last two lines changed at the suggestion of Norman Stevens 27\12)
(Original final two lines were:
“It’s not a matter of whether,
Only a matter of when.” ).
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
We live in a world, where we our called human beings and further divided as a boy and a girl. A boy, the desireable one , thus called because people want them, maybe because they are the better deal to make and a girl , the undesirable one we can say who are being aborted in lot nowdays maybe they come with responsibilites in all respect. And i am a girl and i am proud to be one although sometimes i don't feel the same way, the times whe i feel weak, times when i have to be restricted, i have to be bounded and countless more. But i find myself lucky that god chose to make me a girl. Maybe because girls have more patience, will, and also because i got to be the part of magical world of god where being a girl i can perform the nature's magic of creating a human out of me,from which boys are exempted. This is the one reason,feeling,thought, creation or difference that girls feel or make. So proud to be me. Feeling me :)
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
Lurking sun behind high trees,
Winking slit at frequent breeze,
Beside was ocean spread long,
Motion hides curious pride prolong.
Intrepid waves too rush bright,
O'er open moisture shell delight.
As sailor goes somewhere light,
My enthusiastic step dashed slight.
Little congestion were prizing there.
Children's cry with bodies bare.
Abrupt, I feel soft voice puffing,
At distance bicycle two girls coming.
What they bore transparent base.
Deem secure from hot dog-days!
Their fleshy hold when seemed glee,
Ready out squirmed complete free.
Movement one crack to another,
Wrestle sure no bound further.
Disperse time cheer pleasure thermically,
We drift precise melodious absolutely,
Make jest discover His kind wish,
Avert call ancestor's wistful kiss.
Soon trait the poser acute nip,
Alarm each on demand by mysterious sip.
Along whirling current find both,
Clasping a pair of mallards growth.
Place before dense shrub appear.
Glorify beauty lead Kollam fair.
They stumble seen disturbed but,
These prospective eyes supported yet.
If virtue exists in thy soul:
Hands touches blind gloomy goal.
Man's error might be exempted,
Delay punish hooligan, cruelty awarded.
Hence provide defense to deserving ability,
Taste joy, greed, reach gate wide extremity.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 4:41 AM UTC
We live in a world, where we our called human beings and further divided as a boy and a girl. A boy, the desireable one , thus called because people want them, maybe because they are the better deal to make and a girl , the undesirable one we can say who are being aborted in lot nowdays maybe they come with responsibilites in all respect. And i am a girl and i am proud to be one although sometimes i don't feel the same way, the times whe i feel weak, times when i have to be restricted, i have to be bounded and countless more. But i find myself lucky that god chose to make me a girl. Maybe because girls have more patience, will, and also because i got to be the part of magical world of god where being a girl i can perform the nature's magic of creating a human out of me,from which boys are exempted. This is the one reason,feeling,thought, creation or difference that girls feel or make. So proud to be me. Feeling me :)
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
Under her feet and In her love , I feel that I am a man and A kid at the same time ... A mother - My mother and everyone's mother - is A great school by herself if Prepared greatly ,then The whole people are great and wonderful ... My mother is my true love that I feel greatly and wonderfully ... There is no great world if A mother is exempted from that world ... That great woman that gives more that What she takes anytime is called my mother ... Everyone knows his mother or her mother very well ,so That is my mother and you know greatly your mother ....
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
MISE EN SCENE
Once, the long ago and far away me
Could attract the eye and heart.
But without my watching it be so
I did not see my good looks depart.
I did not see the wrinkles arrive,
Nor the spots appear on my skin.
I did not note the muscles loosen
And the arms and legs go so thin.
I watched the blonde become silver
And the dark become so very light
But, I did not mind the stooping posture
As tiredness made it feel just right.
I felt my diet changing because
Some things no longer tempted
Others took their places every time
As the younger favorites were exempted.
But now I have glasses everywhere
And I turn the television up too loud
That the neighbors squeal to the landlord
And that does not make me proud.
For most of my life, I read incessantly
But now, never can read at night
Because I have to have a strong lamp
Or the lighting is not quite right.
And, oh the pills I must take now.
Some for morning and some for night.
I must take them in order, counting
So I know I keep the dosage just right.
Some are supplements, but some are for
That age that I have now achieved.
Yes, I am that old, and accept it mostly
Even though I find it hard to believe.
Brent Kincaid
4/14/2019
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 1:06 AM UTC
Drivin' in my top drop
Chillin' in the scene
With a gangsta lean
Liqour shivers my spline
Wait for the light to turn green
Smoke some green
So i can see things
Grazin' in the skies
I feel something lookin' me in my eyes
A fear of unknown intentity
Or is it my conscious fuckin' with me ?
Nope im not a emcee
Im just a guy spittin poetry
Dont let the bs bury me
Im hotter 20 degrees times the heat
Of the sun
Im disastrous harzardous
Then ill waste ya
Bring ya back like Jesus did Lazarus
Rhymes i mastered it
No one can spit and hit
Im mixed with particles of a cobra n pit
My bite is vicious venomus
Plus i leave your mind spacious
Now ya drawin' illusions
Cuz ya brains in confusion
I couldn't wait for satans intrusion
God gave me the sign
Now i punish all the asinine
My mind
Is nothing but intellect
Select what you reject
Eject
Metaphors
That even make the wisest sore
Solomon he wasnt even tempted
Before i got exempted
Out of birth cherish on earth
Grew up now i know i got no girth
No to hang on too wanna to be
Next hardest one man crew
My shadows got shadows
If ya chase me ill still be in the back of you
Out smart my opponent
******** gets haunted my guns be flaunted
AMERIKKKAZ MOST WANTED
see im hated by many loved by a few
The ones who claim they the realist
Down you??
And the ones labelled fake
Is the realist one for you?
My enemies come out the blue
I block with my telekinesis fiber optics
Burn up hot media topics
**** capitalism profits
I glow like an eternal wattage
Rhymes manifest in the darkest hour
In my cottage
You thought if was over
But ive only begun
War has just begun im returned as the luminous one victorious
N if you envy dont worry
Cuz nobody will take you serious
Im furious got you delirious
Say my rhymes is ****
But fools peepin' my ****
Got em curious
Come on!!!!
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
Am I blind for believing you
for thinking the ordinary man
flaws and is exempted
its easier to blame, the weakest link
the one who will not get backed up by society
its easier to move on
if one is not affected directly
the system didnt fail us 100%
we fail the system at 50% and it meets us almost half way
its just easier for it to be wrong
because you are another smiling little ordinary man
because you dropped out of school, produced more children than you can handle, trash or *** where ever you feel like, give and collect bribes, cheat in exams or simply fail because you didnt work harder.
Join the others when they say the system failed them
but how many of you gave your best and the system didnot come through?
better starts with me and you.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
Loyalty is fleeting
Fragile to the touch
I’m scared of being
Trusted too much!
For I too am tempted
To seek new pasture
I’m not exempted
From greeding luster!
Old brew is fine
But thirsts this lip
To taste new wine
A forbidden sip!
So I ventured
As secretly willed
Tried adventure
On greener field!
But lo I returned
A hole in my heart
All fingers burned
Soul ripped apart!
Can’t hide from her
She knows it true
Healing my scar
Needs her old brew!
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
I have something
to tell you important
No one really cares
about the thoughts
going through your head.
No one really cares
whatever you’re doing
at night whether you
break down and cry or
dance in the stage of happiness
Whether your eyes
hide and keep millions
real emotions inside you
They really don’t.
But I have a good news
Jesus is exempted among
those people who only seem
to understand but never care.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
**** Religions
Instituted by man understand we can
Think for ourselves
Take that Dusty *** bible off the shelf
And restore your health
With mental wealth too many welts
Left on your subconsicous
Sick of the nonsense my hearts growing intense
Make enemies run to fence
But its too late to date my mental state
In a sate from all the wisdom that my brain ate
Never full never mule
40 acres been missin
While black folks still kissing
White surpremacy ***
But then get mad when I ask
Questions about the recollection
I'm battling the sable
For my restitution
But I see religion seems to be the only solution
Giving false hopes coped and eloped
To a ***** that never existed
I'm exempted
Out reality *** I pose questions behind answers
Too many folks stuck in a cancer
Status no I'm not the baddest
But one of the wisest
Open your eyes and realize
Religions ain't nothing but profits in guise
Ask any body about the end times ?
Corruption poor folks still in destitution
But they say pray for brighter days
But them days growin dimmer and dimmer
While yo hunger growin thinner
What's next for dinner?
Us we fed for deaths food
They got a thousands of coffins
Stashed Georgia
Now check yo self
And ask what religion done fr ya
It just suppress those I guess?
Naw me never show love to them hypocrites
They quick to fight me and ****
Cuz I recognize they ******** out the pulpits
I see preachers getting richer
And church folks getting poorer
Its like the modern day horror
But only thing is
This a live script so here's a few tips
Wake up out them dreams
Cuz ya gotta be asleep to believe it
Man once instituted beliefs
Trying to be God but they no different than thief
Robbing people of time and glory
Christianity itself has history gory
Slaughtered those who didn't oppose
To conversion
**** them ******* cuz they made it a **********
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
*I want to captivate your mind and your soul
The body and the heart from those acidic poisonous
Where I could unlimitedly extract the exact words that coming out from my mouth to my esophagus; exceeding numbers were exempted
Just a minimal juxtaposition
Writing those verbosity words
Makes me feel like playing those letters from Z-A and from 0-1
Squeezing and letting it dry until it runs again
Those pumpkins that we used to play our trick or treat
Have some chocolates and candies
Popping the balloons and playing guitar together with the wind from the outside hmmnn's and humm's
Where the birds could fly freely
Like shooting stars that hinder our scars and freckles
We could jump up high,oblivion the fears we're running out of time
Go and be wild even a little while
They wouldn't be mind or just let it go
Pass the message so we could send it back.
Once more i look again for that lights
The symbols and the horizon of the sky
Maybe this could last even when it's rain or shine
Cause even when we look those beautiful diamonds in the night sky
There would still be the catching stars that look at us
We'll never know that this might a fate that brings us here.*
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
As the twilight unfold into great colors
The life He sets for us was in gleam
Just like a scene inside the kaleidoscope
We dont totally understand why is it beautiful
We try to search for it via books and wisdom
Yet, none of those material cant explain further
Millions were asking the same question
Each of it, revolves back and forth the wall
Even the mountain stands quietly
Never been exempted to be ask by this subject
All things were bouncing in our motives
But truly if we earnestly seek we shall find it
Individually, touch your heart, this time
Feel the gravity lift you upstair
Where wonderful things were happening
Just stay there, as you close your eyes
Let love that passes through all understanding
Fill up the ambience of the abyss and labyrinth
May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 5:46 AM UTC
'All they who thoughtless are, nor heed,
What timeDeath's messengers appear,
Must long the pangs of suffering feel
In some base body habiting.
But all those good and holy men,
What time they see Death's messengers,
Behave not thoughtless, but give heed
To what the Noble Doctrine says;
And in attachment frighted see
Of birth and death the fertile source,
And from attachment free themselves,
Thus birth and death extinguishing.
Secure and happy ones are they,
Released from all this fleeting show;
Exempted from all sin and fear,
All misery have they overcome.'
Anguttara-Nkaya, iii.35
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
A dark entity;
Brings grief and sadness.
Nobody knows
When it arrives.
Physically or spiritually,
Mentally or emotionally;
Death take its toll
And no one is exempted.
Most people pass
In sickness and age;
Natural, they say,
But it’s now different.
How come?
Suicides, killings,
Accidents as well;
But it’s not just physical.
Bullying can be
A social form of death.
Inasmuch as social suicide,
It’s the same concept.
But due to that,
It sometimes lead
To a lethal way of death:
Committing suicide.
Some prefer to end their lives
By killing themselves.
Do they even realize the fact
That they’ll miss a lot in life?
But come to think of it,
Death is just a part of life.
Why don’t we think of it
As a passageway to the light?
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
Confused and abused by this body of flesh. Trying to live for god but its not an easy test. Temporary pleasure of sin not what i need but has me amused. So there no one to blame when i am refused. Temptation of the world temptation of a girl is: a everyday thing and why my visions blurred. See i wanna be perfect in all things that i do but since i became a Christian i see how far from perfect iam when i compare myself to you. How did you do it how did you survie this life. Why cant i be like you why must i suffer this life. I am hard on myself but you say im worthy. Well let me see myself the way you see me come make this vision un blurry. I want to do what you want me to but my desires are blocking your way. Its easy to talk the talk but hella harder to walk the walk. I need you to talk for me and walk for me to. Kuz if i try to do it on my own it seems the futher i walk from you. Why i am here to me it seems unclear you say you have a plan for my life and theres no need to fear. So what is your plan for my life am i just supposed to exist. Am i going to struggle with these sins everyday if so give me the strength to resist. Show me your plan for my life lord god and this i insist. I don't want to miss my calling i dnt jus want to exist and i really dont want to be one of the ones who has been exempted from your list!i
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
We grudge in pains
Tears soaks our pillows
We mourn and groan
Nightmares stomp on our hearts
Tearing deep into the soul
While sorrow captivates the heart... leaving the spirit to battle with grieves ...
We battle to be freed from the tangled cobs of madness
but the more we try, the less we gain..
The more our pain increases, the heart looses its grip
But surely, we try but fail....
In all our attempts to be loosen
We omit the path...
The path of certainty that break all chains
Our only path to unexplainable peace
We fail to commune with our Creator
Who was,Who is and will still be
We give prayer an exception...
But get ourselves encumber with frivolous pleasures...
Which only last a moment or less... leaving us feel more depressed
the soul often oppressed
the spirit... entangled with torments
And Alas!
we aim for suicides....
Oh!
What peace we often forfeit
oh!
What joy we often lose
All because we fail to carry
Everything to God..
In Prayer....
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
All things , Good or bad , will happen Sooner or later ... Everyone is going to be or to be not Depending on what's going on ... No one is exempted from Any headaches anytime ... We all tend to be rather than to be not Simply because that's better for us ... we Suffer on a daily basis Simply because that's like our bread Which we eat everyday ... We are alive ,but We're in reality semi-dead ... We are cruel and We have hearts made of stain-less steel ... ________________________________________________________________
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
I wonder why these thoughts run
like water filling my mind
it escapes first
through
my
eyes
My mouth pours open
what does it mean
if I tell you what I think
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC