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 Jun 2019 Pagan Paul
Eloisa
Spring
 Jun 2019 Pagan Paul
Eloisa
She felt the magic of spring as she sees the blossoms smile with glee
And as the lovely sights yielded her with supreme delight
poetry lines seep from the deepest part of her heart
 Jun 2019 Pagan Paul
Yitkbel
The sky a shade of eternally

Dark violent violet

Lit up faintly by a mysterious

Source of white light

Tumbling in the ominous clouds


Guarded by two crimson stone

Simians of Truth and Lies

The Gate to the Everlasting

Is not one you could just

Walk through with a riddle or two

But, Yvagn only seeks for a relic

The Coin of Truth


And thus

The Simians opened their eyes

And turned to their side

Facing one another they spoke

The simplest truth:


“It dies and all will live

It lives and all will die

Without it

There are no live and die

With it

Eternity is a lie”

So it was asked


Yvagn gave the answer

In an instant

And a coin descended

Into her palms

As the Simians spoke

One last time:


“There are two sides to a coin

If I give you the truth

You will also carry the lies

So, take this coin of one side

And never ponder what it hides

For upright is the truth

But a void beneath it lies

If you turn to the lies

Never again will you find

The coin of truth

The coin of one side
I'm still on whether or not to post another much longer narrative poem I wrote a few days ago.
 Jun 2019 Pagan Paul
Sharon Flynn
floating in frigid whirligigs
of French blue notes
aqua dreams underwater
floating in between
blue heaven shores
a black and blue hell
every hour of life recorded
playing those video scenes back
what if my misdirected plans
never did fall through?
would my spirit be looking down
at my body spiraling in liquid teardrops
and my end of life blueprints?
 Jun 2019 Pagan Paul
Riz Mack
like two banks of the same river
sharing a stream
but never meeting

like two heads on the same pillow
sharing a dream
but always sleeping

like two heads of the same coin
when one shows face
the other will hide

like two beats of the same drum
one heart out of place
one hardened inside

like thoughts on the tip of the tongue
a predictable sentence
never put in to words

like lines on a ******* tightrope
this addictive tension
will never get cut

a spark in the darkness
forming filaments of fire
a centennial light of
ever burning desire
reaching
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