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Paradigm with Rygles Sweet Poison Her love filled with Bombs; Her kiss comes with a sword, Her hug brings discord, Her sweet lies brings pain and pleasure, Her caress marks your soul, Spears it and steals its core, Her lips sing your fall, Her tongue sucks out your worth, Her teeth tears you into pieces; Her smile disarms you, Her eyes fool you; Her hands pierce and destroys your heart, Who is she? She is Vengeance, The spirit of the innocence you stole, The children you broke, And the Essence of purity you took; Smile your last today, Cos she will take every pain you give; Until all that's left is the carcass of who you were; She will win, She will thrive; She will use your bones as a neckpiece, And your heart as a footstool... Fear her, she will come for you. Instagram: Rygles Twitter: rygleserik Facebook: Glory Eric

Paradigm Chasing Shadows She wants to run, So bad, it hurts; The emptiness she feels, The void she can't fill; Her heart frozen, Her brain on heat; Stuck in between the folds, Of reality and Dream, Distracted by fantasies; Forlorn Hopes, Reaching to be free; From ties that hold her, History against her, A future that seems more like a film, Time outruns her, Darkness befriends her, Helplessness enslaves her, Her sun hidden in the clouds; No light, Just shadows and Brim. She wonders, What it is to be free; Is it all rainbows and ice cream; Or its another illusion that's just another prison; Of hopes and dreams; When will the cycle end? Will the void ever be filled? Or she's just chasing Shadows? A pointless race that still ends beneath Earth's surface. Facebook:_ Glory Eric Instagram; Rygles Twitter; Rygleserik Join the Community Instagram:  https://instagram.com/thetellrhodescommunity Facebook: The Tellrhodes Blog WhatsA...

Paradigm with Rygles Woman The curves in her thighs, Or the dip her waist gives, The fullness of her lips, The glow in her eyes; The flatness of her nose, Or the swing of her hips; The weight of her breasts The length of her neck, The spring in her steps, The shape of her legs; What makes her a woman? Her lazy smiles, Or the mischief in her eyes? Her capacity to cook? Or her ability to produce an offspring? Is it the submission she brings? Or the Ego in her stride,  Her beauty? Or its just the length of her hair? What makes her a woman Her sensual art, Or her carnal desires, Is it her sexual prowess, To ride till dawn, Like a Nymphomaniac, Taking nothing, But giving everything, Or is it the tender nature; Her discipline, aura and willingness to please. What makes her a woman? Her fears and desires? Or her stubborn streak? A homemaker? A Brainiac? A Beauty? A hard worker? Or a lazy ass? A tempter ? Or a whore? A bad cook? A hot temp...

Paradigm FADED I was dumb and silent, Now I am no different. She thought, Grown at twelve, A pushover she was, Not strong, not soft; Just barely holding on. The silence kills her Like an echo, It sounds her out, Snuffs her cry, Her need for help. He comes closer, He takes over, In and out, he goes; Shhhhhhhhh Don't tell anyone this, Or I'll kill you at night. He says to her, as he sends her home. She screams, Not out loud; Hoping to be heard, Not a problem child, Everyone says; Just a bit too quiet, For a child at Eight. Misunderstood and judged, She stood on Earth's cliff At least this way, I get peace; She thinks out loud, He won, I lost I have no will, To go on; Her eyes closed, A deep sigh!!! Resigned and relieved, She jumps and- smiles for the first time, On her way down... Peace at last, The silence claims her, Once again. Facebook: Glory Eric Instagram: Rygles Twitter: rygleserik Join the Community Ins...

Baby's POV; I hear her cry every night; heart throbbing sounds that makes me wide awake. I feel strokes and pleas it scares me. I find no comfort in Mama's womb My heart beats next to her when all's quiet and in those rare moment she tells me stories About my Father; a man who has no knowledge of my existence. About her life, her friends, her family It makes me happy, to think I'd be part of this family of love. I am happy in Mama's womb.. One morning, It felt different, I couldn't tell how; Mama was apologizing more than usual She was up extra early, With a tremor in her voice, she sang me Good morning. I felt it then,  the cold metal hands of death. Then I knew; Mama didn't want me. I was unloved. I tried to fight it, as I struggled I heard Mama's scream; "Serves her right!" I thought. But my fragile 7 weeks self was no match, As the stranger sucked my very essence out; I wondered what I'd done to deserve death...

"No one can know" I remember these words clearly, as vivid as I remember his hands, his scent, his strength as he subdued me. These simple words that seem so innocent, wrecked me completely, the guilt that followed, the self hate, the low self esteem, simply because I wasn't strong enough. "No one can know" these words that destroyed families, ended lives, all for a mask that most people defy. Words that  cover up lies, make up that blinds, kills the insides of those that abide, these words make me want to give up and die. Poetic, it might seem, but really, the words "No one can know"  is just one of the many ways to live in hell on earth.

JUST ANOTHER DAY I feel unsettled today, and the weather apparently agrees with me. As I sit here and look into Bogum's eyes, I know it, deep down inside of me that he is going to break up with me. "It's okay, you can say whatever you want to say, I don't bite," Bogum smiles nervously. That smile that was about to wreck me completely, that smile I once thought beautiful. In a false state of equanimity, I urge him to talk to me. His lips are moving but I can't hear a single word, why? I need my heart to stop pounding so fast, I say to myself as I try to be sagacious. "I'm sorry, what did you say? I was preoccupied." Bogum looks discouraged, "I haven't been honest with you about something, I've tried several times, but there wasn't a good time, I'm not trying to be a nuisance but I'm really trying to be courageous right now," he takes a deep breath, drinks a glass of water and stares at me. "There's n...

PARADIGM TIMELESS Better than yesterday Still, just another day A dragon to slay Moments to waste What is time? If not a parallel line We move and glide Yet stuck in our own mirage An illusion? Or a delusion Yet no solution Here we are Stranded in our own ties To forget what we were Our mistakes and tide Ignoring the present life Focusing on the future lines Desperate to be more than another tag In this war of time Regrets linger Wishing you could go back Correct mistakes that align A circle all over again A day is a day Time is a theory And not your boundary Decide your way To be better each day They matter the same Live each day Like your last card No regrets Better than yesterday Is just another lie Made from our innate tiles

PARADIGM WITH RYGLES MY FALL He was beautiful and fair Fresh and without despair I clung to him like air Willing him to take my fear Dreams or a Nightmare Short and with a stare He lets me fall to my distress To the beginning, i recall He ensnared and took my deforms Distorted i felt in my comforts He made me feel i could be more Beautiful he said, Encore!!! my body called That smile, my first fall Insecure, he made me Love, He taught me Lies, He preached it Vanity, He beheld it His hold, Choked me His claws, wrapped around me Not ready to let go Deeper i fall and without hope Without grace, i fall Harder, Deeper and further All i had to was let go Not sink anymore into his sinister cloak Never letting go I fall into the abyss A hell built from my own Ego    Usually i don't like to give interpretations to poem because it could mean different things to different people so i don't like to influence the purity in interpretation but i have com...

PARADIGM WITH RYGLES Stunted Distracted by the somber tides Uprooted by my native ties Molded in the fiery times Of my foundation tiles Walked and always tire Worked and never satisfied To fill up my insatiable desires Struggling and failing Rising and falling Hopeless and in distress Confused and depressed Point of living unknown Who am i without the lies I grew to love and despise Stuck and frozen Masked and deprived Of the freedom to decide Where my future resides To be me Or to be whom i think i am A product of the status  implant To deviate from the scripted lines A rebel of the caste A traitor to the cause A singular discord In the straight line of chaos Who am i? What am i? Lost in the dark corners of my mind Wanting to break free Of the chains that hold me To fly To swim To soar To be me In my rawest form Not stunted But unhindered and Free To be who i want to be Note: Life is too short to live your life for others, stop worry...

PARADIGM WITH RYGLES Topic: EDGE Set apart by her difference Like a fish on land Struggles to fit in Never quite right She buries all that makes her To meet up with the status quo Never happy Never sad The indifference, like a poison Buries her slowly Killing her silently It's Comfortable, at first Then suddenly, She can't breathe She feels it Like an itch that can't go away She tries to rise above it She tries to move on with it In the midst of pain and silence She realizes too late Fitting in, is a big lie Her difference, was all she ever needed *Celebrate your difference, it's what makes you unique,  the very essence of your nature, your purpose and your drive. It's tempting  to go with the crowd, to be "Trendy" ,  to go with the popular consensus even when everything in you disagrees. As we grow, being true to our core might at the end save us in moments of trial, we learn each day, about ourselves and the environment.  ...

FLOP I'm a dunce She thought I was sure I could survive She gasped out loud As she ran to escape the land of Torts She looked around Hoping she wasn't lost Like another gull She tried to escape the Taon mold Be more than the status quo Surprised by the choke Of the Taon boss Determined to take what he deemed Was his and not hers The tort thought it theirs She slipped through the hold More determined to make her life hers She ran, to escape the somber rain outburst Then clashed into the the Checker at Dunst He looked palatable, she paused Apologised and tried to escape the hunting dogs Twists and turns When will the struggles stop Even with the odds How will I be more Under the umbrella of a feeble Moss She wondered, if she would come out on top She thought, This life of mine Is it really too precious to sell at a cost? Stealthy and slowly, She makes it through The Taon's rebuff Made it to the haunted land Her footpath, she looked...

Paradigm Burned Episode 7 "I should have just bowed and shut my trap" Chi says as Moet gives her a tray for her to balance while trying to dance, "I don't understand what me being an assassin has to do with tray dancing or whatever this is " the tray falls for the hundredth time as Moet sighs, "You should focus more on the task at hand instead of whining every chance you get, and I don't have to explain myself to you every damn time, Chi slips and the tray makes its way to the floor, Moet frustratingly stares her down "I think you need some sort of motivation so you can understand that this is not a joke, i dare you to make that mistake again and let's see what I can come up with to ensure that everytime you look at me, you shiver with fear "Chi looks at her frightened of the smirk on Moet's face, "I swear, I'm not doing this on purpose, I just can't get it to stick, I don't think my head is flat enough" sh...

Paradigm with Rygles Burned Episode 6 Maria helps Papa with the other patients, "You look better, but you need to rest more", Papa says to Maria, "That's all I've been doing, I'm tired of doing nothing, besides it looks like you could use my help, you are not getting any younger Old man". Papa sighs deeply "I wish I could do something about your mouth, you just say the right things, don't you?? " c"well, it's either this or I start crying and begging you to take me to my friend, and I doubt that you would enjoy that very  cmuch " Papa smiles "You never know until you try " Maria mutters under her breath "and I'm the one with the attitude ". "Come with me Maria, if you are well enough to annoy me, then you are well enough for the next stage" Papa says as he leaves the Healing centre, Maria follows him "What do you mean next stage? " Papa settles into an old chair and beckons o...

FLOP I'm a dunce She thought I was sure I could survive She gasped out loud As she ran to escape the land of Torts She looked around Hoping she wasn't lost Like another gull She tried to escape the Taon mold Be more than the status quo Surprised by the choke Of the Taon boss Determined to take what he deemed Was his and not hers The tort thought it theirs She slipped through the hold More determined to make her life hers She ran, to escape the somber rain outburst Then clashed into the the Checker at Dunst He looked palatable, she paused Apologised and tried to escape the hunting dogs Twists and turns When will the struggles stop Even with the odds How will I be more Under the umbrella of a feeble Moss She wondered, if she would come out on top She thought, This life of mine Is it really too precious to sell at a cost? Stealthy and slowly, She makes it through The Taon's rebuff Made it to the haunted land Her footpath, she looked...

Burned Episode 5 "Nooo way!!! Let me tell you this before you get any ideas, there's no way I'm selling my body to survive," Chi screams as she's dragged to the doom. Chi is dragged by two men in masks and thrown into a dark room. Three young ladies come in, one of them lights up the room, the other two grab Chi and try to push her into a pit or so it seemed to her. She bites one of them in the ear, the girl screams and slaps her and the other girl tries to calm Chi down. "Relax, we are not here to harm you, you just need a thorough bath and we are here to help with that." Chi rolls her eyes, "I can bath myself thank you very much and besides how does pushing me into a pit help with that?" The other lady that was bitten smirks at her,"I heard you were smart, apparently that was an understatement. It's not a pit doofus, it's a bath, and it only looks that way because we are underground.I thought that part was really obvious....

Episode 4 Maria looks round Chair's Chambers as He helps her walk across the tunnel, "everything is a maze" she whispers in awe "it's like more holes, more darkness and then bam a semi civilized society, except for the chanting and the killing of course " Chair chuckles "I'm glad you like it since you will be spending most of your time here". They go into another tunnel, Maria sees sick people, different compartments and healers around  "wow, it's a maze, it's like a bunch of contradictions, one minute you think you are going to die, next thing you are alive and in a healing center, it is surprisingly well organized and neat " Chair carries her to an empty bed , "to survive here, you have to be useful in one way or you go, there's barely enough air for everyone so quick advice, make yourself useful, I would hate to get rid of you" Chi smiles sardonically "I would hate to be ridden of" Chair looks a...

Burned series Episode 3 A young man of about Eighteen comes into the cell, "you both are summoned to the parque, you have about five  minutes to get there or you will be dragged and that is not a good look on beauties such as yourselves," he winks, "I have to say, I haven't been this entertained in a really long time, it's refreshing to see two people actually look out for each other, just so you know, there's a bet going on how long your friendship or whatever it is you both have will last, soooo five minutes." He walks away and walks back "Just in case you were wondering, the parque is where a lot of people will be gathered in the basement and before you ask, yes there's another basement, it's a marvel how deep the ground goes" he winks again and leaves the cell doors open. Chi looks at Maria and smirks "well...  That one is handsome, talks a lot but with those lips, I wouldn't want to keep quiet either." Maria chu...

Paradigm with Rygles A break from the burned series to talk about the upcoming election, what do you think would be the outcome?? The expected or the unpredictable? Little drops they say make an ocean... We think small actions are inconsequential and you have to make a big statement to make a difference but I have come to understand that it's not necessarily true... A little kindness here and there, a little well meaning advice, a shoulder to cry on, someone to listen, a bright smile, a compliment here and there.... These actions might look inconsequential but there is nothing inconsequential, for every decision, action.. There is always a result for that(positive or negative).     Standing up for what's right doesn't have to always mean being a martyr, it just sometimes means taking a stand even when the entire world is against it, I see why this might also mean dying for a cause. Basically what I'm saying is don't do things because everyone else does ...

"What's the plan now"? Chi asks Maria, "Why on earth would you think I have a plan,  I've been unconscious for over a day, my brain is foggy, my mind is a mess" Chi rolls her eyes. "It was just a scratch, get over it, since you don't have a plan, let's lay low until you heal up, try not to be too conspicuous...pfffft, forgot that part, that ship has sailed, let's wing it ". "Good, I don't think I can do anything else". Maria lies on Chi's legs "Since we don't have a lot to do, tell me the story of how Nigeria became like this " Chi smiles "You just want to hear me cuss out our past leaders" "you have to admit, it is entertaining, you get so worked up every time you tell that story". "Shut up and listen" Chi clears her throat. "Nigeria used to be a democratic country, we interacted with the world, we went to school and decided our future. Some people said th...