Paul Anthony Emmanuel

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…blurred vision

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Continue to watch over you, I shall

Por siempre

Up close

Or from a distance

Will you wear that Red Dress?

To satisfy my own entertainment

To soothe my fervent psyche

I am fascinated by your divine contour

Your elegant silhouette Graces far and Wide

But it is Only I who truly comprehends your divine elegance

No need to Glance over Your porcelain Shoulder

For I am in Front of You

Stumble and I Will Catch You

Caress You until We melt into one

The Chaotic Rhythm of your Hectic Pace

Nourishes my thirst

Bustling and Pulsating

My hunger is quenched

Your Raven Black hair Strewn across Your Viso scolpito

You inject me with Panache

Coursing through my ravenous veins

The diversity of your stricken Features

To keep you free from trauma

Carved into my fixated eyes

Objectionable dismissal

Unacceptable

Ostracize My Massacred Heart

A Treaty is beyond reach

One Way or Another, my Clutches shall capture

Abandoned with no alternative

It was not meant to End this way

Writer’s Note:

For some tormented souls, rejected love transforms into unhealthy obsession. It’s not personal.

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Poetry

Dark Poetry

Psychology

Love

Written by Paul Anthony Emmanuel

Poems and short stories to free the reader from guilt. Time to remove your head from the sand. Speak up. Your heart will thank you. So will your soul.

Paul Anthony Emmanuel

…pulsating…

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The heart of mine belongs to no one

Not even me

For I own nothing

Does anyone?

Pulsating

This engineering miracle is an eternity all by itself

Free from ownership

Refusing to be contained

A spirit without borders

Decades of unprecedented punishment

Surviving the ravenous storm

Time

And time

and

occasion

again

Batten down the hatches

Kindle the flame

The beat goes on

and…

…will you stay with me…

…be my one and only

In the moments that remain

Will You pledge Yourself to me?

My love, will you be while we proceed through Eden without trepidation?

By my side

I pray U R

As long as you desire

For it is You that permits

I am simply flesh and blood

Without You

There would be no Me

Serving Bread and Wine to quench mine hunger

The unseen Hand keeping Exodus at bay

You are in fact God

Is this a contradiction?

God is not here

She/He/It/They

whatever your desired preference claims

departed in time immemorial

without a note

Proof of concept

Epistle

Have You Lost Faith?

Gone forever and ever Amen

Buried with all your unrepentant lies

Where is Your Faith Now preacher?

Have Faith…

…in…

…faith healer

Any evidence lies within the delicate pages of a fantasy novel

Bound to perfection and gilded in Gold

Precious metal

Mined to near extinction

Greed took hold

Not for the first

Original Sin

30 pieces of silver

No receipt required

Cash on the hip

Burn the midnight candle

Both sides

Until they meet

The light which burns so brightly…

…devours itself into the sacred void

Guilt ridden

The final breath is taken by thine own hand

An unholy act that shall be forgiven

There could be No other outcome

From what I have substantiated through opportunity…

…the Lord and Saviour…

Is located deep inside

The almighty Heart Itself

Praise be

Writers Note:

Through time, religion has been at the heart of destruction. Love Thy neighbour if you truly have faith in your God.

Poetry

Spirituality

Philosophy

Existentialism

Religion

Written by Paul Anthony Emmanuel

Poems and short stories to free the reader from guilt. Time to remove your head from the sand. Speak up. Your heart will thank you. So will your soul.

Paul Anthony Emmanuel

The Sun is Radiant

Majestic

Stupendous

Astonishing

Bringing forth life itself

Joy

Happiness

Ecstasy

Pleasure

Elation

Smiles as vast as a Cheshire-Cat

Without hesitation Our most powerful Star witnesses far and wide

What does She see?

Pain

Suffering

Greed

Contempt

Humiliation beyond belief

Yet She continues to transmit Her love

In the exact same way as life flows forward

Agony

Despair

Loathing

Brutality

Our Star will one day burn-out, ceasing to be

Her love gone forever

Anguish

Torture

Misery

Torment

Desolation

Savagery

All these vicious actions will also depart once We are Not Here

Now that is something to wish for

Only at that precise,Glorious moment will this land locate Hope

The Future is Bright…

Writers Note:

The sun is out today and the world is how it is.

Does anyone agree?

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Spirituality

Poetry

Dark Academia

Desperately trying to cling on to those elegant days that Will never return

I fully comprehend what the future holds

It is something that I do not want

As the ever aging sun continues to transmit scorching rays upon delicate beings

Do most of us understand She is actually a Star?

Just the Same as You

A spectacular shining light that breathes life into my ever evaporating existence

I continue to embrace Your presence even though You have long departed

Your energy courses through me as if We were at one

Devouring on my very own lifeforce

Clasping my Soul without a second thought

Are U ready to embrace my pain?

For once please stay young

Defy science

I wish to be victorious with You

The contour of your delectable embrace will reverse all that is despicable in this confused world that We have trampled on time and time again

He is Not here

He turned His back on this horrific place a lifetime ago

Wouldn’t You?

I constantly envision being unable to detect Your Silhouette

For the rest of My time here I give my all and everything to You

Will U and I Soar once more?

Are U close to Me?

Or R U untouchable?

Just like The Star that U R

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Poetry

Spirituality

Love

Psychology

Hope

Written by Paul Anthony Emmanuel

Poems and short stories to free the reader from guilt. Time to remove your head from the sand. Speak up. Your heart will thank you. So will your soul.

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I AM NOT ACCOUNTABLE

INNOCENT AS CAN BE

IS OUR RECOIL A MIRROR IMAGE ?

RESISTING THIS FASHIONABLE ABOMINATION

NAVIGATED TO LAMENT

MY VISAGE INCOGNITO DEEP IN MY PALMS

MY THROAT TIGHT WITH MORTIFICATION

The hollow grace of my actuality

INSUBSTANTIAL

UNIMPEACHABLE NUMBERS PASS OVER

ALL THAT IS RENDERED ARE CRUMPLED LEAVES IN A COLOUR SUPPLEMENT

DISPROPORTIONATE ZOOM LENSES

INEFFICIENT NOURISHMENT

OPEN YOUR EYES

DO NOT ENJOY THE VIEW

HISTORY WILL TEACH US NOTHING

Writers Note: How much longer will fellow humans be allowed to suffer?

Experimental Poetry

Poems and short stories to free the reader from guilt. Time to remove your head from the sand. Speak up. Your heart will thank you. So will your soul.

Paul Anthony Emmanuel

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Writer’s Note: This idea came to pass from the all to familiar sickening experiences of scrolling through the digital landscape and witnessing tragedy and vanity occupying the same smudged square inch of glass. Humankind has been far too easily overwhelmed by the glow.

Shocking.

Frantic desperation commenced once again

Contentedness located a much preferred destination

This is happening more often than not at present

Does anything positive ever occur in the current climate?

For Generation Z, manipulation by the Black Mirror dissolves all free-spirited creation

Z has the dubious distinction of being the first generation of individuals who can witness a massacre in high-definition and then without a blink of an eye swipe to a skincare step-by-step workshop conducted by an unqualified influencer possessing zero aptitude for reality

Genuine Question

What will be the final outcome for this decaying Planet?

Is it possible to locate a solution to the inescapable bleak ending

that will with glee encompass this pitiful land?

A great number merely concerned with having egos massaged by any means necessary

Likes

Subs

Claps

Buy Me a Coffee

and the like

How Sad is That

The most complicated part about making coffee is boiling the water

Have some self-respect

An unacceptable amount of cloud dwellers merely focus on the nothingness transmitted from screens of various dimensions

Upgrades being the forefront of troublesome decisions

Question

When U gaze admiringly into the mirror

what do your truth-bending eyes see?

A Sad

Pathetic

Clueless

body

Is the Right answer

However

Shamelessly

The opposite is what is reflected

No doubt

On this planet nothing can change while WE are here

The worst creation by The Hand Of Righteousness or by Fluke this floating rock has been unfortunate to witness

What a crying shame that is…

Unprofessional error

In this torrential world,the need to comprehend is real

All that is portrayed is Not always reality

Letting your guard down for a split second can and Will dedicate

Consider this

How peculiar it is that the most stunning mortals that surround us have the power to destroy

And use it They will

Yes of course

Why let that kind of force go to waste?

You see,there are always others to move on to

To have fun with

Until it becomes a chore

Even to fake smile

The effort is an undesired burden

Seek and Destroy

Much easier

Far more fun

Consequently

When the moment arrives in the form of sparkling beam

A glint in the eyes

A dimple embedded in the perfectly formed cheeks

Run like Hell

They are here to slam You…

The natural flow of a piece Will be lost in time

Like miniscule droplets of rain entering a violent river

Forever be gone

A slight variation of the combination,Will lead to a defect in the train-of-thought

Lost for eternity

Never to be salvaged

This misplaced judgement Will lead to upheaval in Your everyday commitment to Yourself

Editing Your passionate thoughts Will be next

No need to second guess oneself

You thought it

Wrote it

Leave it be

To edit exposes an undesirable weakness

A Blemish that Can Not be erased from Your Portfolio

Over-cleansed

Ripped of all character that once decorated the flowing inscribed creation

To select accurate renovation is a talent most do Not possess

Leave it alone

Only then Will you discover Your true-self

They bring overwhelming Joy.

The Bleakness of the words resonate with Me.

To explain why would be to dissect my own vexatious World.

Knowing that there are others who suffer as equally as I caresses my being.

Disturance also enters the fray as I enjoy the feeling of remoteness.

Connecting with others is an unnatural position.

Welcome?

Uncertain?

Conceivably.

Eyes record additional perspectives than previously conceived in Tenebrous.

There is Beauty in the Darkness.

However nobody will claim to pass away young

That is the conundrum ever since light conquered darkness

A reflected mirror image caught at a glance

Brings forth an unrecognisable sketch

Are my troubled green eyes lying in the face of factual evidence?

How long will this uneven path continue to bear the weight of my frail existence?

Which number shall be reached before purified silence takes control?

The burning question that has no conceivable response

The desire to achieve more than you know keeps the candle from extinguishing

The brighter one burns, attracts on occasion undesired attention

The limited appeal of nostalgia ultimately wears away like the years that have evaporated without remorse

One day fortune may visit you when it is least expected

Or maybe it never will…

Purified Silence is Given Approval

The World as an Entity Shys away from Sincerity

Magnitudes of Deceit Dominate

Blindness Wide Open

Outstretched Palms

The Inventor of Despair

History Past and Present

Unable to Influence

Shameful

The certain way a freshly ironed shirt feels while caressing My over sensitive skin is not as it was in days gone by

Upon entering a kitchen that is going through a marathon of cooking,once filled the ravenous air with a fragrance so fine,it would melt even the coldest of hearts,has become a nostalgic distant memory

The sound of an early morning choir of song birds that once were able to duplicate Chopin in his finest hour,are at present,reduced to an undesired irritation

All these unfavourable annoyances commenced the day You left

An accident is what I recall

Others dispute My sincere claim

That forbidding late afternoon was not meant to happen

The abrupt exchange of childish dialogue was frustration rearing its ugly-head

A slip of the acid-laced-tongue

Life is extremely delicate

Unfortunately,You discovered this by misadventure

The rampage of unsolicited accusations that adorned My well-being,hold Me hostage no more as they scampered away once the Royal verdict was announced

Colossal abuse failed to penetrate

A hazardous catastrophe that shall not be overturned

Ceaseless Protest is doomed to dereliction

A Stampede of unguilt is what remains

Nothing but That

The day You finally departed was an exquisite sensation

One that I try to reproduce Over and Over in My now poison free mind

The overwhelming furore that It yields has No price

The crystal clear vision of You exiting My property fills My heart with unlimited Jubilation

Far more powerful than Xanax

Cease venturing along My avenue

There is Nothing and No one there 4 You

U R an uninvited guest that has well and Truly outstayed their Welcome

Whenever You walked into a room, Immediately the Life was vacuumed out

A Chainsaw could have cut the toxic atmosphere that had been created by You

Clapping My poor innocent eyes once again on You would be a wretched day Too soon

Somehow You genuinely considered Yourself popular

Reality Bites

You were in Fact Loathed by One and All

Even Your long suffering Shadow fled the disturbing scenes that were written- produced-directed by You

How Do I Sleep these Days?

Without Guilt

Contentedness located a much preferred destination

This is happening more often than not at present

Does anything positive ever occur in the current climate?

For Generation Z is the star of david the modern equivalent of the swastika?

Genuine question

A licence to Kill without a blink of an eye

In 50 years time will films be made with Lists

Golden statues handed out for a job well-done

Never Forget

Never again

Never

Ever

Ever

Without astonishment IT will occur time after time

Who gave the order?

When will the perpetrators be put to the sword?

An unacceptable amount of genders merely focus on the nothingness transmitted from screens of various dimensions

Eager to ignore the bully boys of this gutless world

Upgrades being the forefront of troublesome decisions

Unjustifiably labeled Future Terrorists more than ready to seek revenge

The truth is who can blame them?

On this planet nothing can change while WE are here

The worst creation by The Hand Of Righteousness or by Fluke this floating rock

has been unfortunate to witness

What a Crying Shame that Is…

By

Paul Anthony Emmanuel

You should be thanking me for educating you on the grave error of your ways.

I’m sure after all this is over,you will see an improved version of yourself.

In this wicked world we find ourselves living in, that is priceless.

A second chance to realise why a snap-shot decision has brought you here.

Abandoned without hope.

But to be set free of all indiscretions that have been committed by you,major or minor is a gift from yours truly.

However, I must stress wholeheartedly,what is given,can and probably will be taken away.

Furthermore,I implore to understand that stress is a killer.

I would strongly advise you to stop fidgeting.

There is no escape.

The final act will be far more pleasant if you keep still.

While I appreciate that an earthquake of anxiety has gripped you like a vice,my patience is thin.

Good job.

Now I shall continue.

Amelia Earhart was born on July 24th, 1897 and sadly disappeared somewhere over the vast Pacific ocean on July 2nd,1937,whilst attempting to become the first female to circumnavigate the world in a human-made bird.

On this final adventure, Amelia was accompanied by Fred Noonan who was an experienced aviator in his own right.

In 1932, the stupendous Amelia, became the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic.

Just to be clear,she didn’t flap her arms at an alarming rate to achieve this.

Amelia piloted a red Lockheed Vega 5B for this record breaking flight.

She nicknamed it the Little Red Bus.

So cute.

But,I’d like to think that if any human could have propelled herself transatlantic under her own steam,it would have been Amelia.

Hey,look at me while I’m attempting to educate you on this truly magnificent female,or I will have to use a method that you will not enjoy.

Better.

For the remainder of your time here,keep your eyes on me.

Another magnificent piece of aviation history created by Amelia was becoming the first person,male or female to cross the extraordinary Pacific.

This was also a solo flight.

In the Little Red Bus,no less.

A lesson to everyone who worries about being alone,

As you can see,historic actions are able to be achieved by oneself.

Without a man,in fact.

Aunty Martha once asked me if I thought Amelia’s eyes were open or closed on that fatal day her plane failed her.

Without a second thought,I answered they were open,because throughout her incredible life,they always were.

I could go on and on about Amelia but I feel this information is wasted on you.

Are you familiar with the children’s stories Beauty and the Beast and Goldilocks,by chance?

Your silence and the lost look in your disbelieving eyes indicate that you are.

Continue,I shall.

Basically,a father of 3 daughters is going on a trip and he asks them what they would like for him to bring them back.

Well, the selfish eldest requests a necklace while the 2nd with her hand out,wishes for a gold chain.

Of course the minor details depend on which version you know, but you get the drift.

Finally, up steps Bella and merely asks her father for a solitary rose.

You could say, just like the one you stole earlier from my garden.

Behave yourself boy.

You see it, don’t you?

One more stamp of your feet of an annoying grunt from your bound mouth will leave me with no choice.

To be honest,I can’t believe how patient I’ve been today.

Must be the yoga.

That reminds me, I must purchase a new mat.

A red one.

Amelia would approve of that.

So,blah,blah,blah,the father becomes lost but suddenly stumbles across an isolated house,castle,whatever.

Without permission, he enters the abode,fills his belly and has 40 winks.

Upon awakening,the thieving father plucks a rose from the owner’s garden without so much as a bye your leave.

Again,that’s you.

As for the rest of the story, I can’t be bothered.

Goldilocks doesn’t light-finger a rose, but she does trespass into the 3 Bears family home.

There Goldi eats up poor Baby Bears porridge, breaks his little chair and the final insult is that she takes a nap in his bed. All the while with her dirty shoes on.

Unbelievable.

The link between the 2 lovely little ones tales is perfectly clear.

Now, I’m going to remove the muzzle, and you will not scream or do anything to annoy me even more than you have already done today.

Here we go.

Please, please,I know I shouldn’t have taken the rose, but it was for my girlfriend and I…

Stop, stop, stop it now.

Please let me go, I won`t…

Won’t do it again. I know you won’t,silly boy.

For your girlfriend you say?

Why didn’t you just buy this blind girl a beautiful rose like the one you stole from me?

Are you strapped for cash, at present?

Yes,yes that’s it.Life is tough you know You understand,I…

Of course I comprehend your plight.

You love this poor girl who has through blind loyalty stayed by your pathetic side and you wish to reward her by presenting your sweetheart with black market goods,don’t you?

Silence has filled the air.

Thank goodness.

Delectable Aunt Martha and my good-self both have the most stunning gardens.

The trick is to cultivate compost of the finest quality.Not always easy to find, but locate it we most certainly do.

Aunty M, you`ll be happy to hear, will arrive shortly with the truck.

Now.

My favourite fictitious character is The Tooth Fairy .

No,no,no,please,I…

Let Me Finish Boy!

You see,The Tooth Fairy, also enters people’s homes,but here’s the difference,she only takes what has been left for her:Teeth.

She then leaves a deposit of cash in exchange.

Now that is a guest who is always welcome.

I won’t tell anyone, I …

You promise.

Yes,of course.

I wish you no harm.

In fact, I’m more than happy to assist you with your financial dilemma.

Deposit incoming.

Hold still now, this is going to hurt…

The End.

The merciful warmth from the compassionate sun embraced the departed tears

The communication that journeyed from your serene mouth inflicted damage beyond belief

Cut me to the core

The unwelcome combination will stay forever and beyond

Their tainted innocence cradled my inner-self consciousness with barded-wire

Memories of You tattooed on My lacerated lips for abysmal eternity

The feeling of remorseful hopelessness grips My suffocating throat

Something You said

INNOCENT AS CAN BE

IS OUR RECOIL A MIRROR IMAGE ?

RESISTING THIS FASHIONABLE ABOMINATION

NAVIGATED TO LAMENT

MY VISAGE INCOGNITO DEEP IN MY PALMS

MY THROAT TIGHT WITH MORTIFICATION

CONGENIAL OF MINE ACTUALITY

INSUBSTANTIAL

UNIMPEACHABLE NUMBERS PASS OVER

ALL THAT IS RENDERED ARE CRUMPLED LEAVES IN A COLOUR SUPPLEMENT

DISPROPORTIONATE ZOOM LENSES

INEFFICIENT NOURISHMENT

OPEN YOUR EYES

DO NOT ENJOY THE VIEW

HISTORY WILL TEACH US NOTHING

Are Tears of Joy a Fallacy?

Is Enduring Pain a Capacity that only the Chosen Few have Been Gifted?

Everybody uses Everyone in one Shape or Another

Tell me That is not the Truth

I Dare You

The Brutal Fact is The World is Decaying from Deep Inside

To Avoid

Is to be Magnificent

I Salute the Ones that feel Contentment

Each day Passing without a Clenched Jaw

That is Authenticity

Pet owners

NOT Vegetarians Or Vegans

That makes No sense

Do Lambs have less rights to live than a Poddle?

Fundamental Savvy

To my mind

Cannot be taught

You have it

Or you don’t

By the way

Control Your Pooch

If Not

It must be removed from your ownership

Only then can we all live in peace

Atrocities committed without fear of retaliation

Belated promises of aid from completely useless leaders become an increasing embarrassment to the moral code of life itself

Shameless settlers appropriating land from the persecuted

Families torn apart forever

Children who should be playing without fear have their childhood ripped away

Those carefree days shall never return

What kind of life will they have?

The screams of loved ones and the terror of marching boots visiting them in their dreams without an invitation

The commander in chief cozying up to his disgusting fake European friend

What kind of world are we living in?

How did this happen?

Is God proud of his children?

Or is The Book a total Fallacy?

There are No mysterious ways

Purely Barbaric mindsets from egotistical Bastards

Enough

Enough

Enough