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 Mar 2020 JaxSpade
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Lotus Flower
 Mar 2020 JaxSpade
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healing never stops, we just find new ways to do it.
life never 'gets easy', we learn to cope.
you learn to foster and create resilience within you.
maybe that's why I have always loved the lotus flower.
a flower that grows so beautifully from the deepest and thickest mud at the bottom of a pond.
a flower that faces many obstacles before reaching the surface and blooming to its fullest potential.
it blooms in the most unusual places and can withstand thousands of years without water;
it is self sufficient.
but you'd never know it, because all you see is the finished product.
you cannot recognize nor appreciate the strength it took to reach that point because the process is unknown by many.
we're all so scared to take that initial step to heal because we don't want to admit to ourselves it's time to make change.
start in the mud, rise to the surface, and enjoy the abundance of years you will have there.
change starts with acceptance.
 Mar 2020 JaxSpade
FullmoonFlower
Lay here on top of me
but not like what
you might expect
using me as a pillow
your head rests on my chest
gently stroke your back
slowly as you fall asleep
let me sing you a melody
kiss you goodnight
 Mar 2020 JaxSpade
Pagan Paul
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Watch the morning tide
wash them all aside,
my castles by the shore
are gone forever more.


A billion grains of golden sand,
the remnants of my dreams,
float suspended in the current
and I drift along with them.
They in their watery solution,
me in the spaces of my mind.
Drifting.
The grains of sand sink and fade,
replaced by neon chain linked stars
and the sense of being completely empty,
not at all devoid. Just .. empty.
Drifting.
The floatation tank of loss
clasps the dreams with frigid fingers,
shrieking to be given its toy,
threatening never to open again.
But the Suns call from faraway skies
heralding to opine freedom,
release the fragments to individual broadcasts,
reaching out, out, out to the deep.
An umbilical tether for a fragile boat
is slipped to play adrift in a storm.
Letting go. Letting go.
Watch the morning tide wash them all aside.
Letting go.

I cast a mind spell,
wish them all farewell,
my castles in the sea
are evermore set free.


And my mind though now it be thought less
has no need of castles, for it is a fortress.

© Pagan Paul (15/03/20)
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My 300th poem on hp!
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 Mar 2020 JaxSpade
Michael Stefan
My love for you is automatic
.45 caliber fire
As I dream of painting you
In broken ***** tapestry
Bathed in milk and honey
As I try to nourish
And you play a flourish
On your sewer pipe flute
I am every rat in this parade
Lost forever, infinite maze
Instinctual reaction
With automatic love
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