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A BOHEMIAN IN THE SOUTHERN BABYLONIA.
In this chilly night of torrential rain,the obvious is the embattled hopelessness in thy countenance.
The faces that procured love in the former times masquerades into pretentious seething fiends desperate to corrupt the being with forced dominance.
Gazing in deep thoughts,an unrehearsed line"I don't know anything anymore" grapples with my trauma intellect,there is nothing to self deceive thyself any longer.
I succumbed to the twisted game with complacency till I figured the conniving repercussions like a candle in the environs except fifty shades darker.
Hope!oh brightening hope,how dost thou crave thy embrace of comfort,thy warm cloak thou hastens for as thy quilt to endure the cold terrors of this perturbia of a night.
At the witching hour,the clanging resonant church bells ring in deafening echoes,the dawn of the dark spirit and horrendous beasts closes on in the eerie moonlight.
Galloping through the matrical delusions to the nightmarish reality shifts ,the gallantry armor worn suffers a fatal blow.
Poised for the fray,the bone twisting ballet of tourettes rages into formless convulsing fits, the invisible apparitions waltzes thou to a sad kowtow.
Inverted cross of the damned hangs on the temple wall without queer reverence, indeed the congregation of the dark has sought and bought recognition in the plain alfresco.
Frenzied thirst for some Dutch courage, thou barges into the jurisdiction of the dipsomaniac, imbibing two bottles of the snake venom of the Scotch is the agreeable poisoning amidst tunes of zydeco.
Serenading wails, adulterous poetries seduces the naive sentiments desperate for reassuring body warmth,in the streets of the brothel the mistresses of the night hunts the men of perversion.
A change of route is of the imperative to escape from the clutches of the insatiable libidos of the flesh,an ungodly sinful man of the regular in no need of further aspersion.
A collision into dirty orphaned urchins saddens the tender eyes with mercy,naive souls ensnared in the filthy transactions of the unscrupulous,the premonitions of pickpockets and destitute vagabonds paints the future ahead.
Gambling squadrons troops the metropolitan,men of shattered aspirations and disappointments bargain their monies in the thirst for some sort of a win in their misery shed.
Derogatory remarks, hurling insults and derisions accumulates a suburban crowd to the pawn shop,a man and his wife washes their dirty linen and rags in a public spectacle.
An aversion of the eyes from such disgrace is the best antidote of such gross shamelessness,a prodding urge compels thou to bespectacle.
Sauntering through dilapidated buildings and pungent dirty streets, the average man beholds his apartment compressed in the worn out storey building,an exasperated sigh of home at last escapes his mouth.
Camped in the surroundings of his abode,he relishes in a sumptuous lunch as he stares down onto the mainland from his terrace,the southern ambience of immorality had never been more "south".
© @Opoku Francisca
The faces that procured love in the former times masquerades into pretentious seething fiends desperate to corrupt the being with forced dominance.
Gazing in deep thoughts,an unrehearsed line"I don't know anything anymore" grapples with my trauma intellect,there is nothing to self deceive thyself any longer.
I succumbed to the twisted game with complacency till I figured the conniving repercussions like a candle in the environs except fifty shades darker.
Hope!oh brightening hope,how dost thou crave thy embrace of comfort,thy warm cloak thou hastens for as thy quilt to endure the cold terrors of this perturbia of a night.
At the witching hour,the clanging resonant church bells ring in deafening echoes,the dawn of the dark spirit and horrendous beasts closes on in the eerie moonlight.
Galloping through the matrical delusions to the nightmarish reality shifts ,the gallantry armor worn suffers a fatal blow.
Poised for the fray,the bone twisting ballet of tourettes rages into formless convulsing fits, the invisible apparitions waltzes thou to a sad kowtow.
Inverted cross of the damned hangs on the temple wall without queer reverence, indeed the congregation of the dark has sought and bought recognition in the plain alfresco.
Frenzied thirst for some Dutch courage, thou barges into the jurisdiction of the dipsomaniac, imbibing two bottles of the snake venom of the Scotch is the agreeable poisoning amidst tunes of zydeco.
Serenading wails, adulterous poetries seduces the naive sentiments desperate for reassuring body warmth,in the streets of the brothel the mistresses of the night hunts the men of perversion.
A change of route is of the imperative to escape from the clutches of the insatiable libidos of the flesh,an ungodly sinful man of the regular in no need of further aspersion.
A collision into dirty orphaned urchins saddens the tender eyes with mercy,naive souls ensnared in the filthy transactions of the unscrupulous,the premonitions of pickpockets and destitute vagabonds paints the future ahead.
Gambling squadrons troops the metropolitan,men of shattered aspirations and disappointments bargain their monies in the thirst for some sort of a win in their misery shed.
Derogatory remarks, hurling insults and derisions accumulates a suburban crowd to the pawn shop,a man and his wife washes their dirty linen and rags in a public spectacle.
An aversion of the eyes from such disgrace is the best antidote of such gross shamelessness,a prodding urge compels thou to bespectacle.
Sauntering through dilapidated buildings and pungent dirty streets, the average man beholds his apartment compressed in the worn out storey building,an exasperated sigh of home at last escapes his mouth.
Camped in the surroundings of his abode,he relishes in a sumptuous lunch as he stares down onto the mainland from his terrace,the southern ambience of immorality had never been more "south".
© @Opoku Francisca
