I named myself after the sweet moment
I saw you fall in love with innocence.
I became something more of a poet
In hopes that you'd notice my attempts at
Intimacy.
I've devoted my title to the memory
Of you and me and the green water
Spring, bringing new life into being;
A gift unto me.
You wrought my art with a silver lining
Brought forth by my slurred wording
I was never worth dirt until the the day that
You refined me.
Tonight, though, Lilith has eclipsed our
Perceptions are limited by shadows I
Sense the time of reckoning upon us, though,
Thou shalt not change.
My goddess visited you in a nightmare
Still, I crave the taste of your blood
Fair warning, that with you harm my come,
So life's not fair.
It is time to bear witness to the
Grander scheme of things, that
Not everything you've always wanted
Is always meant to be.

If you could just recognize
That I still exist,
Then I could make it through the day
I little less of a mess.
I won't let you destroy me
With perpetual distance
I'm a magician, in me
There's hidden genius.
It saddens me to believe
That the most beautiful thing
To come of our meeting
Are the words I sing.
Fallen from heaven
Still my dream remains.
To step upon my alter,
Forever The Fool
With you beside me, a Queen.

Blessed by Thee, the gift of creation.
Cursed by needs of individualism.

Blessed by Thee, eternal unification.
Cursed by greed, social consumerism.

Blessed by Thee, light the gift of vision.
Cursed by breed, melanin racism

Blessed by Thee, a drop of infinity
Cursed by genes, fates indecision.

Blessed by Thee, the heart of a musician.
Cursed by jealousies rotting prison.

Blessed by Thee, Will of The Magician.
Cursed by bodies physical division.

Blessed by Thee, Love and compassion
Cursed by creed, systematic division.

How would you write about
Feeling exhausted
When it seems more appropriate
To not be writing at all?

No matter how many times i kiss you
I just can't seem to get enough of you
You're like this addictive drug
The more i taste you...
...the more i want you
And with time
This intoxication just keeps on increasing
I can feel it surging through my veins
Caressing every inch of me
Teasing and tormenting me like crazy
Pleasuring my senses in a way i've never felt before
Making my soul experience bouts of ******
Gosh!..you're such a turn-on!!!

If you can't make me a part of your life
Then please make me a part of your daily prayers
At least that way i'll have the consolation
That you think of me everyday

Take a peek inside his poems
if you really want to know him.
He hides himself deep, immersed
a tiny piece in every verse.

Take a peek and take your time
savour the moment of every line.
Relish the thought of what lies there
and appreciate his soul laid bare.

© Pagan Paul (31/08/16)