Pagan Paul 

To Pagan

If a girl invites you in for coffee ....
she is interested, down to earth.

If a girl invites you in for broccoli ...
she is middle-class, out of your league.

Don't repeat the same mistakes!
Just because she has a nice ..........

Pagan Paul (25/04/17)

Just for fun. PPx
Katli Mathobela 

The goodness of my heart
Is too bright to be broken up
By a broken heart

© Katli Mathobela 2017

Living so far north in the light
when you have a perch by the sea
the constant in a world of change
night is but a memory, gone by

You find yourself almost eternal
on an eternal plane in your mind
in the day looking out to sea
passed over into a peaceful realm.

Living in a world with no honest leader.
Every single day comes a new victor,
using the people's heart to paint the picture of fear.

When will we escape the rampant greed running amuck?
Become our own leaders and stop giving a fuck.

When asked questions like these, the defenders only have a mouthful.
The reins of power should be in the hands of the masses,
known as the powerful.

They shake at night with terrors of their past.
They finally understand they have worn a fake mask.

When will we stop eating from a government feeder?
Finally equalize and balance the power teeter.
We must, living in a world with no honest leader.

I've heard Gaia
terra firma too
clay, dust, and loam
dirt, ground, and zoo

Names don't really matter
she'll be here, when we're gone
maybe, a little flatter
features now, redrawn

The world, as realty
was never really owned
holding deeds and properties
and places, some call home

When Gods and demons blink
they don't wonder why, or when
no reason to ponder, or even think
mankind, could ever win

We are that blink, in history :)

The house stands open
to the weather.
Walls cracked;
roof collapsing
A mildewed teddy bear moulders
in the crumbling fireplace.
Woodwormed floorboards;
rotting stairs.
Glass in the windows shattered
like broken dreams
And everywhere the sour smell
of decay and lost ambition.

Is it better to have aspirations that you don't meet or .....
Ceida Uilyc 

When the gore began, it was just a flowing river of reddy blood.

Out of an aquamarine fireball of yellow out of the Sahasra,
I was nowhere but inside my head.
IT was pale green and bright indigo all around.
Enchantress Revealing.

Twists and turns did not stop the telepathy.
With a pastel smile on a pale beige brawn, everything blended in flesh and blood of my dreams.
Were it mine?

Or was it that of the girl from the screen?  

For more than a hour, I loved everything that I despised and the other way too.
In fact, I was even one with the smudgy blades of the cooler fan in front.

When it ended, I knew perhaps the rainbows and rainclaps on every planet across the cosmos.
A day after, everything is monochrome with a dash of anger.

Aftermath Spirit Molecule... Fish Burger ... Molly+ Acid
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