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ClawedBeauty101 Jan 2018
A command the neck hugging necklace was given

.....Chok(h)er.....

Believing the suffocation will comfort her fears and insecurites

....Chok(h)er....

A dazzle is distress is it's appropriate title. Secretly, into her skin it is driven.

....Chok(h)er....

Believing it has the right to silence her nerves that desire to warn her of their up coming death

....Chok(h)er....

Innocent in charm, it convinces her neck and brain to go numb. Her voice now hidden

....Chok(h)er....

Soon to be mute, this man made design,  confined to her neck

....Chok(h)er....

Is the unseen burden she carries. This chain of confinement should be forbidden

....Chok(h)er....

This piece of dark fashion, shows its goal loud and crystal clear

So why are people blinded?


For it is called...
The Choker...
....The Chok(h)er....
MEANING BELOW!!!

I have nothing against this beautifully designed piece of shadow jewelry XD for I wear them all the time!

But it is interesting how it is called a choker
Sometimes I find my voice mute... My singing fading because I wear them so much, and so tightly they damage the nerves in the back of my neck, and slowly bring forth numbness to the rest of my upper body...

It's like this, the chokers can represent the sin or danger in our lives that is so noticeable and clear, that we either ignore it or are to blinded to see it.

And we don't usuall see it until it's to late... Our if we do see it...  it's either to late to do something about it....
Or...
We notice it just in time and we are able to remove that danger before we get hurt, or someone else gets hurt...

Some thing so innocent and charming can be the most dangerous, painful thing in your life, just like a choker...

We can't become a slave to something that is so wicked, like sin, looks so harmless and innocent

But if not taken cared it correctly or removed... It will devour you.. And you will be it's slave...

Sometimes that numbness and pain we suffer can seem like a comfort zone for us, a place to feel safe,  but that pain will only betray you...

How much longer you spend this suffocation.. Of your Chok(h)er women of young and old (This also goes for men too XD)

Jesus is the Way
1/27/2018 (Saturday)
Pagan Paul Jan 2019
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Jerrica had found Lost.
The treasure buried above ground.
The memory foam with dementia.
The quill with no nib …
she thought about feather pens.
Catching herself from falling
the swoon had caught her cold.
This **** ****** sword
was proving to be elusive
and now she was under sustained attack.
From a personal fetish.
It just wouldn't leave her alone,
creeping into her mind unbidden.
She needed to scratch an itch,
if only she knew what that itch was.

Trolls are magickally bound to their bridge.
Leaving it is usually fatal.
But Gyb had bones to gnaw,
and once he had his teeth employed
his mind was a captive onlooker.
A crazy plan formed in his head,
possibly avoiding the brain.
He took mud and formed a figure,
then some of his hair clippings
moulded into the head.
Then he took a leap of disbelief!
He looked into the river and … Click!
Snapped his fingers and fixed the image.
He cut it out of the meniscus
and attached it to the doll familiar.

“Did Achilles have damp ankles
or was he well heeled?”
Morfine had asked Choklut.
“Neither. He was the one who sneezed
and opened the Fête of the Suitors”.
“No. I think he was called Telemarketing,
he sneezed and they drew the tombola raffle”.
“Wasn't there a Goddess involved as well?”.
“Um … Yes, maybe the Goddess of Tissues?”.
“Snivel? No, she is more tears than snot.
I think its the one who turned her husband
into a swan, and made him ****** her handmaiden”.
“Oooo Nasty!”
“No, Nasty fell in love with his own profile,
and called things off with his nymph,
the reverberations can still be heard today”.
There was a brief pause … then,
“What are we doing Choklut?
We found a magickal sword and …
talking of which, where is it?”.
“I don't know. You had it last”.
Just then a serving girl gave them a note.
It said. Tomatoes, Peppers, Onions, Eggs …
“Not that side you dyk” she said.
Morfine turned the note over and read.
“Quick, no time to lose.
Someone saw the sword in the river.
We have to get to stanza 8
before it goes over the waterfall!”.
“Oh” said Choklut “I've never seen a stanza belly flop”.

It was true.
Contrary to the laws of physics.
Kelm saw the sword floating down river.
It looked like any other sword.
So he let it be, dismissed it.
He couldn't swim anyway.
He mused on the irony of that.
Nobody learnt to swim and yet drowning
was an undignified death for a barbarian.
If he could swim
he could find the fishes hiding places.

Jerrica had also been musing.
With a Poet.
That was during the last 3 stanza's.
But now …
she saw a sword floating in the river.
Something didn't quite fit.
Something was not in the right place.
She placed the Poet back in her breast pocket.
'If only he wasn't just 4 inches high' she thought
'he is rather handsome and intelligent'.
Bingo! She had it. But she didn't want it.
Armydiseases Principle of Liquid Dispersement!
It states!
Introduce a solid object into a body of liquid,
then the corresponding volume of liquid is dispersed
back to the nearest solid.
So, right now there is a very small flood
in the shape of a very small sword
ravishing the local area.
She decided, quite rightly as it turns out,
that she was feeding herself a red herring.

Slim stood on the bridge
staring at the churning water below.
How did it happen?
A stanza all of his own,
ruined by the intrusion of morons.
“Morfine and Choklut” he bellowed
“I'm going to eviscerate you”.
The wind carried a few of the words away,
but that was the gist of it.
“Hello” a voice said.
Slim had an accident, and jumped out of his skin.
And plunged into the cold water.
A strong arm pulled him out,
and he was face to face with a troll.
“My name is Gyb. I hate Morf Chok also”.
Nothing had prepared Slim for meeting a troll.
Not even the etti-queue-etti lessons at school.
'Would you care for afternoon tea?'
seemed rather inappropriate.
Gyb broke the awkward silence.
“Look! Sword floating”.
Slim didn't look.
Convinced the troll would eat him.
Thats their way. Distract and devour.
But he couldn't help it, he snuck a look.
And the sword slid on by gently bobbing,
tiny little runes glinting in the sun.

For its part the sword was serenity itself.
Chilled out to the max.
Resting on the water. Relaxing and reclining.
Life was good for the sword.
It had just passed a boy fishing,
poking his rod down a fish hole.
It had passed a young woman,
who looked confused and flustered.
It slid under a stone bridge.
A troll with a doll,
and a man with questionable odour.
And then he heard the roaring.
He sent out his senses,
no mean feat for a sword,
and 'felt' its surroundings.
Its image eye caught sight of the future.
It was an effing great waterfall.
And the future was the way he was heading.
For now.

Narrative Interlude

At this point in the story the author, Pagan Paul, is compelled
to inform the reader/listener of a complaint received
from Messrs Morfine and Choklut.
The substance of which amounts to the following:
That the said author is willfully under using their talent
as supporting cast and denying them access to many stanza's.
Furthermore they are threatening to expose the authors
'irregularities' in his relationship with Princess (name redacted).
The author, Pagan Paul, responds thus:
I should like to remind Messrs Morfine and Choklut
that, with astroke of my quill, I can eradicate them.
Drop them from the story all together.
And with reference to Princess (name redacted) -
'Its my Poem and I'll irregularit if I want to'.
Dear reader/listener prepare yourself for stanza 9.
It has a waterfall in it.
Maybe Morfine and Choklut will appear, maybe not.
They are the ones over a barrel.


Minutes after the sword floated by
something else caught her eye.
To boys on a barrel, in the water.
Boys barreling along or a barrel buoying along?
Choklut noticed her by the bank.
'funny place to have a cash machine' he thought.
Doing his best to impress and look brave.
Morfine waved and nearly fell off.
Suddenly the barrel lid opened
and Slim poked his head out like a tortoise.
“What the …?” said Choklut.
“Just repaying a debt boys” he said.
“But you owe us nothing” Morfine replied.
“Oh but I do” snarled Slim
“I owe you one times intrusion into your own stanza”.
He ducked back inside, and slammed the lid.
“Of all the fatherless ...”
“I blame the author” said Choklut.
“Yeah well, he is the one who's gonna be sorry,
we've just muscled in on stanza 8,
and relegated that waterfall to stanza 9” Morfine chimed.
“Morfine. Morfine! I hear the waterfall coming”.
“No! Not now. He has to leave it until 9 now,
we are about to cross the finish line on 8”.
The waterfall loomed.

Actually the waterfall knew nothing of weaving.
It just stayed where it was, pouring.
Spectacular, it was a very pretty waterfall.
It must be. It attracted tourists.
And it had fun!
It loved watching detritus tumble,
teeter on the brink. And fall.
Especially tourists.
It was over 300 paces high,
less than 40 paces wide,
its descent magnificent liquid ballet,
sparkling droplets shining like jewels,
forever transcending light refraction,
and plunging, plunging, plunging,
into a gorgeous azure puddle.
About ankle deep.



© Pagan Paul (17/01/19)
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3rd poem in my Strange World collection.

Part 3 out soon :)
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Grodey gassy bubble flow
Up to the surface, now it is known
That here did relinquish fish
A gripping odor Atlantic
I sniff'ed the breathe of that pungent fish ***
I chok'ed and gripped for the head of the mast
But when it came too far in I couldn't have last
Expired by breathe of that frightful fish gas
lins Jan 2018
I want to create something
beautiful and true
maybe from nothing
pulled from out of the blue

I can’t rhyme worth a flip
my words keep on trip…ing
so close yet so far
they won’t flow from the hear…t

this is one big joke
I’ll probably get chok…ed
everything sounds choppy
because my mind is all flip floppity

oh yeah this is the stuff
writing from the heart is rough
watch me rhyme your socks off
then your heart will get soft soft

I’m honestly killing this
I’m honestly feeling this
this is flowing nicely
just don’t think about the rhyming -_-

okie dokie glad this is done
enough of this fun
time to get serious
theres work to be done
yellow soul Jul 2018
The girl in the red dress
The first time I saw her I was a little boy, she walked past my window.
She smiled brighter than the sun and all the burning stars.
I watched her walk past my window for the following ten years, she walked in rain, snow, and storm, always in her pretty little red dress.
Everyday I said to myself that today was the day I would talk to the girl in the red dress with the blinding smile. But I couldn’t my anxiety had taken over my body, I was so disappointed in myself, why was I like this.
One day she stoped walking past my window, I didn’t get it, I waited for days, weeks, months, until one day I looked in the paper, and I saw this big picture, it was the girl in the red dress with that stunning smile, I started reading, Emily Marie Anna Johnson, wow what a beautiful name, to a beautiful girl, I continued but stopped in chok, Emily Marie Anne the amazingly beautiful girl in the red dress, had committed suicide.
I wouldn’t believe it, so everyday I stared out that same window to see that pretty little girl in the red dress walk by...
she never did
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
Hazai says,                                                        "Pet­er is a writer, not an issue.
What am I looking for?                                   Najanet akun Offensive myths,
nunalipita smiling neelapala in the depths of evil things,
the ends of the earth R duh megaV,                   let it dry;
The Hungull Catullus,                        with the help of various types of peace,
the necessary knowledge to reduce
the number of heart nanalipita,                                    the sentence eliminates
Aaron's ****** ipalita nanalappa,   the lesser ear,
Masakal Linauan                        a piece of paper,
Palyipinaasa Nattikarna             I held, Thor,
and put them in front of the Cicero,
Pachavare Number Ekval ChokA
Secretary **** Soccer racing tips
from his mother knew the mountains of rain of identity C. -
he sent me a kiss of sleep
from an element of iron Devalawna;
Hajj the trees representing the wall was calm,
hot breeze His question prince brushes
his teeth in the history of snow travel
of MBOR crystal crystal.  Hazai says,
'Peter is a writer, not a question for.
What do I look for? Najanet akun
Insulting fables, nunalipita smiling
neelapala to the depth of bad things,
ends of the earth R duh megaV, let it dry;
Hungerland Catullus by means of various types of peace,
the knowledge necessary to reduce the number
of nanalipita of the heart the penalty eliminates
the Nipipalita nanalappa of Aaron, the lesser ear,
Masakal Linauan a piece of paper,
Palyipinaasa Nattikarna that I held,
Thor, and put before them to Cicero,
Pachavare Number Ekval Chok
Secretary of Nazis Football games tips from his mother knew the mountains
                                           of rain of identity C.   - He sent me a kiss of sleep
from an element of iron Devalawna Hajj treetops
that represent the wall
was calm,                                                            ­                        warm breezes.
The question of the Prince brushes his teeth
in the story of snow travel of the poet MBOR crystal.
The Einstein football club of the region
or the freedom of Jawwi Javisa from Galena
to SA so that sometimes there is a CAA Academy!
GAR Dening airport, but, rather, the work of this,
Tom.  At least, Galetum spent a lot of ***, *** and animals,
Rohan dreams of a fruitful recognition.
Italian glass is not a gift or girls, women, happiness, nature,
the Mexican family, the Church, other ancestors.
The legend of Marcus nairaloji dreams of the vitamin,
and God commands,
and avoids trying the beauty
and beauty and beauty of God.
Igor and the family arrived
safely for a robot to    "hit Father God,
immediately after the due order,
there is a poem, a song in the window,
in the first of the corn money offer,
to send it." Hazai is He said:
        "Peter is a writer, there is no doubt for us.
Things taken from the public
Najanet akun Very insulting fables,
smiled and nunalipita, neelapala depth of evil,
end of the meta VR duh Hungerland
Catullus by innumerable knowledge
of peace then struck the heart of the death
of Aaron Nippipalita nanalappa nanalipita
such punishment of children by the heard
Masakal paper Linauan, tight Palyipinaasa Nattikarna,
Thor explained Cicero Pachavare;
Ekval Number **** Chok "dignity confidentiality
Cholesterol unusual Strategy Games Note Gains;
design of parents knows the rain of identity
rain on The mother of the mountains -                                she sent her father,
and he kissed her in company,                                       He is a dream of steel,
And this is the element of my brother Devalawna Hajj,
the cups, the golden trees,
the ones covered with a toothbrush to brush it,
Einstein, History, where the queen of the wooden wall,
white crystals, poet,   walks the wall of the tympanum,
the region is a football club of the airport
of G alena Adidamy GAR Dening
freedom or just the fact that in the early stages
of Jawwi Javisa SA CAA,
but uses Tom Ark of the Covenant.
With a minimum number of Galetum,
***, money, *** and animals,             Rohan dreams of a fruitful recognition.
The Italian glass is not a gift or feminine,
feminine, happiness, nature,
Mexican family, the church, other ancestors.
Marcus legend God nairaloji
vitamin dreams and power,
and avoid dealing with beauty
and beauty and beauty of women.
Igor and his family heal a robot
"blow of the intermediary agent
god, there is a song, a song in the window."
First of the corn money offer.
Einstein's football club of the region
or Jawwi Javisa's freedom from Galena to the AU,
so sometimes there is a CAA;
Academy GAR Dening airport,
but rather this work, Tom.
At least, Galetum spent many ***,
*** and animals,     Rohan dreams
of a fertile recognition.                                Italian glass is not a gift for girls,
women, happiness, nature, family of Mexico,
the Church, other ancestors.
The myth of Marcus nairaloji
dreams of the vitamin and God commands
and avoids experiencing the beauty
and beauty and beauty of God.
Igor and the family arrived safely
for a robot to "strike the Father God,
right after the right order,
there is a poem, a song in the window,
the first corn money offer, to send it".
Hazai is said: "Peter is a writer,
there is no doubt about us. Things
taken by the audience Najanet akun
Very offensive myths, smiled and nunalipita,
neelapala deep end of the mega
VR duh Hungerland. Catullus
from countless knowledges of peace
then hit the heart of the death of Aaron the Nip

— The End —