I shall try to get on tonight after chuch love you all much in unconditional love.

We sat on the floor
You and me
I still feel like a young girl
And you still act like a young man
We sat on the floor
You and me
You said you forget the bad
And only hold on to the good.
We smiled and I saw myself
Within you.
There are lines forming around our eyes.
Nearing 30, you and me...

"Do you know what happens, when you ignore all the bad?"

He said he didn't know

you drift apart slowly, until there's nothing left to remember except the bad

But we didn't know that
When we were younger.
We didn't know.

you know when you have been pampered
relaxing at the oasis
taking in the view

and you know when you have restarted
the long journey
into your understanding

you write a few poems
sing with the birds
and move on.

There is a major shortage
Especially in southern latitudes
That creates an insufficiency
Of any proportionate gratitude.
They don’t realize down there
That the 1970s gay rights fuss
Let issues of personal freedom
Come in from the back of the bus.

These noisy not-very-Christians
Should be standing up to cheer
Instead of ******* and moaning
Over copious bottles of beer
Because all of us are different
In many different secret ways
And if all their secrets came out
Their friends would be amazed.

The difference is that those,
The ‘be Godly on Sunday’ folks
Would be the sad punchlines of
Some fairly disgusting jokes.
The reason they are not making
******* look much more tame
Is they seldom admit out loud
And give their peccadilloes names.

They scoff at those born gay
And point their fingers at us
And use their faulty logic to
Pompously try to combat us.
It takes those of us who stand,
Who fit the profile of the plucky
To try to get across the point;
Bigots should think themselves lucky.

It’s a wonder that the news today
Of the gropers and the whorehounds
Those jerks elected to high office
Think they stand on moral ground
While many reverends are molesting
Blackmailing, cheating and conniving
And yet of hypocrisy by the righteous
News virtually never stops arriving.

Could it be that it is too much for them
To keep this self-righteous stance
Of watching those demanding freedom
And still looking at them askance?
Wouldn’t it be better if they all
Did what their pal Jesus really said
And get what the revivalist untutored
Greedy church liars out of their head?

Hope Lives, because the Christ lives yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
I may at times go through bad things such as trials and have sufferings.
But since I have place my Trust in the True Living God and Hope.
I gain a stronger Hope in him to protect me and deliver me from death.
I have gain a renew Hope that is by far Greater than any steel made.
I have seen death so many times here on the earth , yet I still Live.
Because my Hope is by far Greater than any circumstance or situation.
That exist here on the earth, my God is by far Greater than any adversary.
For he Truly Care and Love me, he is my True Hope in this life and the next.

see them sometimes while driving out the area,

or should i say whilst?



eyes stray while driving, could that be whilst?  it

does not happen here much, daily in aberystwyth.



by the pier.    keith the photographer films them.



a lot.



all together flying, in harmony. wish people would.



really.



round here, small groups fly up.



birds.



sbm.







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The Room of Dancing Shadows,
undulating across the wall,
like ****** Persian ballerinas,
making no sound at all.
Reaching, retreating, a mosaic form,
eternally shifting the dark shade.
Pictures of no light in a flux,
remain fragmented, cold, unmade.
Hypnotising, random shapes in black,
swim serenely, start to slide.
The Room of Dancing Shadows
holds its fear deep, deep inside.


© Pagan Paul (03/10/16)