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Lead my hand
in soft and gentle brush strokes
while
    our
      brush
        dips
           into
             the
               most
                 beautiful
colors of love, crimson tones
     pink
            cherry
                     red
                        and cerise…
glossy hues
                bleeding colors
creating a treasured masterpiece
                       as
bodies blend in bursts of color
fingertips brush the canvas
passion flares
                   glancing eyes
driving hearts into madness.

Fingers linking,
                    in gentle touch
a pure soul and heart attraction
merging colors of crimson hue
    in loves pure satisfaction.

Colors of love
                     crimson tones
    smooth and silky texture
bleeding colors upon the canvas
     as souls blend
                     in forever pleasure….
I listen to music by Mozart,
I listen to music by Bach,
I’m carried away through the night,
with no thought of care for the clock.

Sonatas by Beethoven,
I hear waltzes by Strauss,
in fancy, I see myself in beautiful gown,
as I float serenely about the house.

A gentle number by the King,
love me tender, now on my mind,
lost in thoughts, dancing around,
I leave the passing night behind.*
~
 Oct 2017 Starr Bright
Pagan Paul
Kut
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Pain.

Like sliding down bannisters
made from razor blades.

Like bathing in rose bushes,
swimming in broken glass.

I bought an Emo lawn.
It cuts itself.

Because I'm too busy ...

... cutting Me.



© Pagan Paul (04/10/17)
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For Claire.
I know you joke and make light of your self harm
but I look passed the smiles and bright eyes,
and see the pain still there waiting to come out.
I also know you didn't mean to take it so far this time.
Maybe by the time you read this you will be getting
the help and support you need.
I send love and best wishes for a speedy recovery.
<3 Paul.
Burning eyes,
tears running down her face,
he tore her heart out again
as he put her in her place.

Pain racked her body
and hate-filled her mind,
but she couldn’t let it out
because it wasn’t the time.

Another day in this marriage,
another day with him,
she hated his whiskey breathe
as he climbed within.

Holding her down,
covering her face,
fighting for air, how the hell
did she get in this place?

Sitting in the bathtub
alone and afraid,
looking at all the marks
his ***** hands made.

Rage building, consuming within,
watching the blood swirl in the tub
and knowing her sweet baby girl,
was gone then…..
~
Not only is Domestic violence Abuse, it’s Abuse that can also harm a child in the womb. Domestic violence and abuse can happen to anyone, yet the problem is often overlooked, excused, or denied.
 Oct 2017 Starr Bright
Pagan Paul
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I'm sure you know this scene,
its set inside your dream.
A stage set for the apprentice
dressed up like a little princess.

An actress, moon-draped in pearl,
lighting up your fantasy world.
A satin curtain opens the play,
as the crowd settles, holds their stay.

Enter stage left, turn and smile,
close your eyes and dream a while.
Delivering lines to warm applause,
a powerful ******, the audience roars.

Now rest in sleep, and be content,
its all over, your performance spent.



© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)
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