"exemption" poems
Asleep alone
I got the light scare
Of a nightmare
With my plight there
Which wouldn't fight fair
Awake awaits
Chirping is all I hear
Dragging life into focus
Getting the lens clear
To see things are hopeless
My aches and pains
Are my body's refrain
To remind me of existence
Despite my mental resistance
I am lucid
I take my shoelace
And loop it
To run a new race
Timidly trembling
The violence in my dreams
Matches the silence and screams
That defile us and our team
Making the nightmares real
And the pain I can feel
So it's love I steal
A devil's deal
Hell unsealed
I can hear the vultures chirping
Or maybe they're just burping
Out the demons I ignored
My forgiveness they implored
To meet a silent scorn
Like a muted tribal horn
Banishing them to another realm
With my ostracism at the helm
Until the lonely are overwhelmed
And I see the error of my ways
Once I'm part of this chaotic haze
Practically paralyzed
I am lost
In this game
I've met the boss
He and I the same
He is a voice
Chirping in my ear
Saying I have no choice
I should give in to fear
And just drink beer
Until the end is here
Carelessly comatose
The birds that once sang beautifully
Now retreat dutifully
When they see my thoughtless anger
Turn me into a ruthless stranger
Creating danger
For those living righteously
They start fighting me
Trying to enlighten me
Which is only exciting me
Because I lack the sight to see
What the world could be
If we could harmonize
Like the birds
Not using argent lies
But soothing words
Yet there is no tax exemption
For my reluctant redemption
So my mind invented
No incentive
Soul slaughtered
The tear jerking
Birds chirping
Constantly remind me
Inside my sleep they find me
Thrusting me into a life unwinding
Through my window the sun is blinding
When I start to fear my brother
After seeing mirrors in others
Reflecting my attitude
Of ingratitude
I had a nasty nightmare
Of Camp Crystal Lake
Filled with misfit flakes
Paying for their mistakes
With pain and suffering
As deep as a submarine
Being torn apart
For every decision
Hiding their heart
To avoid incisions
And once all these losers are slain
The birds chirping start a new day
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 4:14 AM UTC
*One must admit the soul searches
high and wide for others to see
as sorrow weeps, small happiness creeps
remorse is afloat, in our silk coat
emptiness appears, silence leers
fading shadow, is falling far below
Begging forgiveness, with lots of emptiness, it seems............
Cemented dreams, gone to extremes
Song of despair, not knowing who cares
Tears grabbing, hands jabbing
Wisps of cries, light up the sky....
Soul searches but disappearing
cries please help,
Holding lifeless, so breathless
Sobs of redemption, seize upon preemption
Full fledged devastation, marks no exemption
Temptress aching, no remaking......
Soul Searching Indeed!*
Debbie Brooks 2014
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
its tha return of tha gangsta thanks to ya
too many blacks out here livin' they life in fear
families seeing tears problems tier
blurry visions make it hard to see clear my dear
cant get through the atmosphere
feel me it's the return of the gangsta I'd like to thank ya
Malcolm for giving me the principles and reaching a few people's
opening minds to grinds and you'll find
me chilling on the corner puffing marijuana yep I'm a gonna
in society outlaw outcast put my thoughts on blast
techs is humming cuz I smell war coming armies drumming
po folks crying innocent victims dying
for no apparent reasons caught in daily treasons which gives me a reasons to put an end to Americas sin but too many folks stuck in
a fantAsy called reality in actuality
they plotting our burials G
troops overseas findings empty caves so the government can make saves war profiteers racketeering gangsters hustlers
exposing lies don't be a busta like a Douglass no diamonds in my cutlass couldn't move so I had cut less people out of my circle I'm nerdy as urkel yea my intellect carefully selects
what's real from reality I envision myself as well as my enemies in a fatality so battling me I was made for war built off the backs of my ancestors sore yea white house was built by the slaves for white supremacy kind of irony they sayin' my folks was lazy?
worked up from Sun up to Sun down
I can't believe my folks walking with they heads towards the grounds
how bout we get mad and let off gun sounds pound for pound
you know they can't hang with us
that's why they had to make laws against us
scared of rise and corruptions ain't a surprise through the eyes
of real people who realize pain ain't a substitution for happiness bliss
I guess I was sunkissed
by wisdom mouth open hail Mary entered me and told me
we all family eyes lit no **** no fit nothing
but a glowing brain exemption of fame down goes my name
in the book of life made wisdom my wife
she took my arm she's my charm
as I glance at the souls gunned down on plantations farms gangsta....
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
If I expect to be a born
again christian, I would
be hoping that they got
rid of the fish, unless,
that is, my mother was a
Mermaid, in which case,
a Caesarian section is the
only other option I could
consider, now that I am
100% Herbivore, avoiding
*********** completely,
even on Mardi Gras, when
Cath O' Licks, have a Papal
exemption on Fat Tuesday.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
The most stalwart of loves
go unfulfilled;
a brilliant,
unfettered affection,
purified
by enduring heartache.
They are as
stubborn leaves in Autumn,
clinging to a branch.
As soon as the season is finished,
they shall be pruned without exemption,
yet they persist bitterly.
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 7:03 PM UTC
I never tried to face my fears
I end up bursting into tears
I just want to be in the swim
Even though I am not that slim
But this year I won't be the same
I would not be that so-called "lame"
I promise to use some prudence
When I boost my self-confidence
If you're too skinny or too fat
Please remember that you're perfect
A friend will give your back a pat
It's time to show yourself respect
Try to have a conversation
To Him who made you beautiful
In His eyes there's no exemption
He will make your life colorful
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow’r,
Hope’s tow’ring plumage falls to rise no more!
Of scenes terrestrial how the glories fly,
Forget their splendors, and submit to die!
Who ere escap’d thee, but the saint of old
Beyond the flood in sacred annals told,
And the great sage, whom fiery coursers drew
To heav’n’s bright portals from Elisha’s view;
Wond’ring he gaz’d at the refulgent car,
Then snatch’d the mantle floating on the air.
From Death these only could exemption boast,
And without dying gain’d th’ immortal coast.
Not falling millions sate the tyrant’s mind,
Nor can the victor’s progress be confin’d.
But cease thy strife with Death, fond Nature, cease:
He leads the virtuous to the realms of peace;
His to conduct to the immortal plains,
Where heav’n’s Supreme in bliss and glory reigns.
There sits, illustrious Sir, thy beauteous spouse;
A gem-blaz’d circle beaming on her brows.
Hail’d with acclaim among the heav’nly choirs,
Her soul new-kindling with seraphic fires,
To notes divine she tunes the vocal strings,
While heav’n’s high concave with the music rings.
Virtue’s rewards can mortal pencil paint?
No—all descriptive arts, and eloquence are faint;
Nor canst thou, Oliver, assent refuse
To heav’nly tidings from the Afric muse.
As soon may change thy laws, eternal fate,
As the saint miss the glories I relate;
Or her Benevolence forgotten lie,
Which wip’d the trick’ling tear from Misry’s eye.
Whene’er the adverse winds were known to blow,
When loss to loss ensu’d, and woe to woe,
Calm and serene beneath her father’s hand
She sat resign’d to the divine command.
No longer then, great Sir, her death deplore,
And let us hear the mournful sigh no more,
Restrain the sorrow streaming from thine eye,
Be all thy future moments crown’d with joy!
Nor let thy wishes be to earth confin’d,
But soaring high pursue th’ unbodied mind.
Forgive the muse, forgive th’ advent’rous lays,
That fain thy soul to heav’nly scenes would raise.
2k
See Me Without the Shadows
Judge me on my worst lows
When I had my worst day
When I went astray
Now knowing all these things
Would you be ok if I became of one the kings?
I would assume probably not
You’d think our society would rot
You fear I would do it all again
And I understand because of the pain
But what about the good
If I were to blossom into adulthood
The possibility of redemption
Would I have the right of exemption?
Do you believe that people can change
If my mind would mix up and rearrange
If I would mature and be just
I’d have to work my *** off for your trust
I’ve realized that everyone wants joy
So here, right now I’m no boy
Now I’m a mature young man
Who has one hell of a plan
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
It may be in error,
but it's in
the air
in my daring,
smelling
of her
hair
and still of no detriment,
to my caring for her glare,
when she caught me there,
eyes closed,
sniffing her
clothes
unaware
as to her presence,
her elegance,
her observational,
lingering
through her fare
Unhindering my endearing,
to her scent,
in exemption,
as she's staring
unto my intent'
and simply
smiling
She, the beautiful mess,
in a light sweat,
on a peach
blessed
with
beautiful flesh,
as her alluring
scent,
took me
where i haven't been
yet
And
I'm
staying.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
*Sorrow weeps, small happiness creeps
Remorse afloat, in my silk coat
Emptiness appears, silence leers
Fading shadow, far below
Begging forgiveness, lots of emptiness............
Cemented dreams, gone to extremes
Song of despair, not knowing I care
Tears grabbing, hands jabbing
Wisps of cries, light up the sky..............
Eyes pleading, heart bleeding
Passion is no more, try to ignore
Breath held, try to expel
Life is gone, not so brawn............
Holding lifeless, so breathless
Sobs of redemption, seize upon preemption
Full fledged devastation, marks no exemption
Temptress aching, no remaking.......
Oh Disillusion Me....*
Debbie Brooks 2014 @copywrite..
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
I was the one
that came undone
At the very first signs of strife
I twisted
upon my cross
Praying for another chance at life
I tried and failed
then I wailed
please make me into another exemption
But the shadows cast
by the time
now have turned into perdition
So cast the sins
and the stems
Watch as they go up in smoke
I fan the flames
of burning ice
life is such a joke
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
he don't talk much now that his spirit been broke
a man of few words that lost the joy a smile evokes
he don't speak of the good times anymore
feeling all the money in his pockets has left him poor
he don't raise his head much when he writes
ignoring the lovers and families around him tonight
he just pushes that pen looking for solutions and answers
scared of every lonely day coming like a slow cancer
he hates the eyes staring back in the mirror's glare
he hates the ways he sees that they use to care
and prayer don't work 'cause no one ever whispers back
he's a slow, trudging train on the endless track
of regret pushing and shoving for redemptions
feeling love all around him and his own lowly exemption
and he'll chat with you if you ask
but the words and stories you'll hear are just a mask
secretly he holds hands with a little boy
who's not coming back to be his favorite dandy toy
he's still holding his hand and only looking back
surviving each of his heart's attacks
with the bottle, with a guise, using memories to patch the cracks
and peace is all he asks
how I pray for him to find a healing, completely
dear God, how I wish he wasn't me
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 8:40 PM UTC
" Hear ye, hea..
but, wait a second!
What is this hear say
that there is no forever
Don't they really know
it does really exist
how about you? Yes you!
you who's reading this one moment in time,
what is your stand?
or maybe can we just sit
and talk awhile this precious one
let me put it this way
for instance, you are the smart sender
and i am the silent receiver
do you think that whatever you say
i am about to ignore or pick it up as an essay
If there is a lie in the
middle of the word believe.
Just like lovers often do, they've gone
to broke-up because there is an over
at the rear of the word lover.
even those friends with best of reminiscence...
became unwanted all of sudden
where is now their companion?
Sadly, they had been finished
because the word friend has its end!
Now i will tell you something
it was started with one thing
not just anything but everything...
can't really last forever, yes there is nothing!
Yet in every rule there is an exemption
just like the natural law, 24 hours a day
night changes into a morning glory
full moon into a quarter moon
from a star unto falling star
the spark having a kindling
from translucent to transparent
from sunrise to sunset
for what comes up must come down
being temporary to permanent
from permanent to change
and when the cold and darkness are absent
then the said "light and heat"
are the sanctuary and the existence of forever
So the word FOREVER it self do change
No hint just like our life span!
Never can tell by anyone and couldn't be scan
those unpredictable infinities and beyond.
that was the existence of forever would be!
And so i shouldn't be over.
but i must end the lie that there is no forever
in fact, i would like to be apart of you!
You that i consider like my wind blows
Wind blows changing hues
Hues delighting our feelings
Feelings saying that we have the same bloods
Bloods overflowing into the root word of so called families
Family that no matter what happens it has... i, l, y,
i, l, y, which means i love you, yes i do!
Yes i do! but if you don't,, let me continue my disjointed introduction
" Hear ye, Hear ye! viva forever!!, viva forever!!! "
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
Steeped in pain,
I watched you borrow the only feelings
You'd ever known
From a sadistic boy
And regretfully I sat idly by
As you called those same feelings your home
When were you lost on me?
As you hid under that makeshift house,
I forgot to listen,
forgot to care,
forgot to love
Then like the pious me, I doused
your feelings with apathy
and hung on every apostrophe,
as if it were some disgusting catastrophe.
As if it mattered.
And my eyes were clouded with a mist
That penetrated your naked skin and cut to your depleted heart
Where was I when your bones were were breaking apart?
How did I miss it?
I knew so much about real, unconditional love
Yet I was so lost in the sea of my own transgression I didn't want to admit existed
That when you reached out, I resisted
Even worse, that you never even felt like you could reach out.
At what shameful point did my ever-present annoyance consume the love I once knew?
At what point did I decide it was fine to act that way?
To pretend, despite my every inclination,
That something as consequential as justification
Is simply a side effect of my every sensation?
At what point did I abandon Truth?
Please forgive every moment that I wasn't praying,
Every moment that I spent toying
With the notion
That you were past redemption....
No longer a saint, time to accept exemption.
Even I know that's not true.
But now I'm here.
And I just want to be a friend.
Because sometimes, that's all we're called to do.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
There she is again
dangling her legs
in the pouring rain
like wet coat pegs.
With knobbly knees
and sticky out hairs
A big loud sneeze
all over the stairs.
She is on the naughty step
for doing things wrong
She does not need help
It does not take long.
She opens her mouth
and says all the wrong things
Well we know what is heading south
it is her little wings.
She will be a flightless fairy
it is a fairy's way to go
She will be scared and wary.
Is that not so.
She has had her redemption
a one way ticket to her goal
Sitting is now an exemption
although she is a naughty soul.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
I am,
Sorrow that weeps,
A little bit happiness that creeps
Remorse afloat, in my silk coat
Emptiness that appears, as silence leers
Fading a shadow, far below
Begging forgiveness, lots of emptiness~
I am
Cemented dreams, gone to extremes
Song of despair, not knowing I care
Tears grabbing, hands jabbing
Wisps of cries, light up in the sky~
I am
Eyes pleading, heart bleeding
Passion that is no more, trying to ignore
Breath held, trying to expel
Life is gone, not so brawn~
I am
Holding lifeless, so breathless
Sobs of redemption, seize upon preemption
Full fledged devastation, marks no exemption
Temptress aching, no remaking~
The Disillusion Is Me~
Debbie Brooks @ 2016
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
Great mother's spirit speaks through my word
What she transpires truly needs to be heard
We do not worship the greatness of our earth
Instead we fight endlessly over our own turf
Paying huge money traveling to **** her game
Mounting it on the wall to feel our own fame
Stripping trees from her precious mountains
Halting the streams flowing freely as fountains
Animals not a special totem nor a spiritual sign
How as people to her did we become so blind
Lazily no longer a society working our hands
To our continuous **** and pillage of this land
Mother's spirits watching from heaven so high
If only we could see the saddened tears she does cry
Feverishly to awaken they shake they shout
Ignoring the signs we continuously move about
Mother Earth unleashes to us her greatest fury
Oh it didn't affect my life so why should I worry
Spiritual masters try to teach peace and insight
But even they are overwhelmed to our plight
Under our own convictions this life will shatter
Grieving misunderstood lies we are so battered
Maybe we will then stop to look for redemption
She can wash us in forgiveness and exemption
Replenishing spirit in our mind body and soul
Might then we reach our destiny our final goal
Mother Earth patiently taking her sweet time
Hoping one day we set forth to go back to find
Our own spirits whispers of truth and integrity
Before unleashing her fury with no great pity
She's offered us many occasions to save face
Walking the ancient ways of her humble grace
Please listen to Mothers whispers in my voice
Before we are simply doomed with no choice
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
The battle rages
He grows weak
The enemy surrounds
His future bleak
His armor heavy
Sword hangs low
Shield has been lost
Anticipating his final blow
Fear does not embrace
Still no hesitation
No sign of rescue
No feeling of deflation
Eyes at the horizon
Feet a sturdy foundation
Hands steady firm
His honor no deviation
He sees it
The end is near
Thoughts race
Everything becomes clear
Face full of mud
Hands filled with gore
Legs drench in sweat
Bones chilled to the core
His voice booms
A deafening roar
He does not hear it
Drowning the surrounding war
He corrects his form
Preparing for glory
He charges forward
No chance to tell his story
Brothers dead or missing
The enemy many strong
The battle is thick
The dead sing a grave song
Charging forward his muscles ache
Sword high with attack
His armor shines dim
Enemy at his front non at his back
The distance closes
Their weapons clash
Ten men to one
Sky rains molten ash
He fights like a lion
Never yielding
His soul like a bear
Never weeping
The fight is long
The melee swift
A beautiful defeat
His soul adrift
Body on ground
He continues the fight
Life begins to drain
Slashing and stabbing with all his might
Alas an answer from above
A voice resounds
You have fought well my son
Angel of death surrounds
Still he fights
No chance of redemption
He fights defeat and death
He will get no exemption
His fiber will not quite
His heart will not die
Even when demanded
He will not comply
Alas he will succomb
His spirit still in power
Fear of all and none
Regardless he will not cower
The final strike
Pieces his heart
Eyes go dark
Body and soul drift apart
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 10:37 AM UTC
I am now not that rich
That is my main hitch
I love to generously now donate
But, bad is my monetary state
I feel terribly sorry for this
A wealthy life I sadly miss
But, in my heart I have a desire
To do good before I finally expire
My heart now requests pardon
For giving the site undue burden
One day I may be financially sound
With a solid monetary background
I will never behave like a stingy miser
I will donate lovingly by being nicer
God will make my days surely bright
On that day I will have donating delight
I have indeed a very broad mind
Enough wealth I do not find
Take from me this sincere promise
I am waiting for wealth to give a kiss
Now please give me an exemption
Let my poems do space-consumption
Hundred percent the trend will change
On that day assistance I will arrange
I sadly now make a honest request
To allow me to write in right earnest
My words come from my heart
One day I will definitely comfort
I beg you to forgive me now
I am happy that you allow
Wheels of fortune will turn
In my favor to kindly return
Thanks a lot for the kind permission
May God bless us in our mission.
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 9:49 AM UTC
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God's love for us is not a love
That exempts us from trials,
But rather a love
That always sees us through trials.
In prosperity, God tests our gratitude;
In poverty our contentment;
In despair our hope;
In darkness our light thru FAITH;
and at all times our obedience to God.
God made all things beautiful in His time!
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
A simple ray of sunlight spread by time
Dodging through the white clouds;
The simple crusade that a breeze
Causes on the white clouds
Make me smile.
For a while I was hostile
But the artless white clouds,
As white as white can be,
Make me smile.
Drinking sensations and drawing vibrations,
Swallowing them as a death star
To the point it befits bizarre
To the point it suits dark
To live is to suffer
To get rougher and tougher
To live is to sin
To discern I’ve been
Witnessing for an exemption of redemption
In this nontoxic home
I can breathe for a while,
I let sensations and vibrations roam,
I write. I smile.
In this nontoxic home
I can see the artless white clouds,
As white as white can be,
I dream. I smile.
Oh, this nontoxic home
Make me smile,
Make me live.
While I write the dark folds
And the smile unfolds
Existence is not a decoy
To live is moreover to enjoy
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 6:20 PM UTC
I have forgotten forgiveness.
Releasing regrets, relented rashness.
so don't bother
empty excuses. expect exemption?
its
All aimless air anyway.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
The demons inside my mind
they whisper to me sunrise to bedtime
and when i finally fall asleep
their soft "mur murs" morph into dreams
Most of the time they like to bring up the past
playing clips of happiness we once had
no commercial break
just you and me and an exemption from reality
But during daylight hours
they sing sweet melodies of negativity
smooth persuading voices belting accapella
calling out all my imperfections
They're so selfish
my little demons,
******* out all my knowledge, confidence, and self control
to make room as their home
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
I am terrified,
beyond all exemption
lost my bones
there shall be no redemption
I've favored a ghost
and lost all that was me
and now I fade
so effortlessly
I tried too hard
to be what was right
and now I loose myself
to the blade of a knife
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC