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 Jul 2023 Pagan Paul
Maddy
It’s not so simple.
The narrative doesn’t change.
The Readers do.
The dreamers and the believers.
Those committed to knowledge.
What they derive from the legacy of History changes or rearranges ideas.
Our symbols and stories as well as the words matter more than we ever imagined.
Take nothing and nobody for granted.
Some believe that what is iconic will endure and matter.
When we teach ,we must elaborate about the subject matter.
Not dismiss it.
That has been done for the sake of time and politics.
Even curriculum.
It is not so simple.
It simply is.

C@rainbowchaser2023
 Jul 2023 Pagan Paul
irinia
any two people  coming together can be a game/life changer
but without intimacy they are only like
a fish without water a bird without air
leaves without roots dreams without a dreamer
this dazzling carousel of constant stimuli
this attack of never-ending newness
that spins the world is the ******* of  void
I dissapear from thought I dissapear from heart
I am just a message an unresponded voice
a poor sign without the depth of symbol
an avoided truth an impossible commitment
there is no time there is no space for giving and receiving
the most precious substance, our deeply lonely selves
the tears are helpless, here it is, have some void
it evacuates itself in language, oh, language games
played with much innocence,  and eagerness
I contemplate the void in mesmerizing eyes voices words
taking responsibility for  illusions the hardest bit
the body knows first about the danger left behind
by a theoretical love
only by entering the void I can feel it, oh yes
the ******* of emptiness is inside me, too
Quote by author: Touch the cornerstone of our memories
and there you shall discover the amulet of love
that I once gave to you and you to me.  

In the face of love I find your heart and all you ever gave to me
the cherished days I held so dear the laughter of our youth
you
In the face of love my journey now complete is knitted
in the breaths we took together
we

In the face of love we conquered every hill
and every raging storm inside and out
us*
In the face of love no poem could describe our story,  
nor  show the hourglass of our beautiful lifetime

You touched my soul and melted it with yours my love
heart to heart no separation can ever take away
the joined assembly of our precious, precious, love.
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