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 Jul 2023 Pagan Paul
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Its so crazy to realize
that my whole life
I was deluded
by others perceptions of me
and I still never changed or shifted
from my internal compass.

That I was brought up to believe
that I as a women
is less than

that I am a women is a" slave "
to the patriarchy
to how men perceive me.

As I deconstruct my old religious ideologies,
I see how the truth was lying right there "hidden" in plain sight,

how they have tried to erase the Divine Feminine
but still we rise like a phoenix out of the ashes.

I knew that religion and I were never a good fit
seems my questions were right after all,
seems my inner knowing was right after all
always
is and will be,
see they try to keep us small ,
so that we don't recognize & realize our power
in who we are as women
equal to men,
and different in our ways
for the dark feminine
is different than the  masculine.

I remember when my brother would laugh at me
and mock me
and say that I am fat
& that I am "masculine"

when really I am just powerful
curvy and strong
and a man like him,
who is so deeply wounded
can't see how me as a human being
is just as important as he is
So I will use my voice
to call out
to be the voice for women
to be the voice of my child
that  was mutilated in pain
from the men in my life
who could care less
about my screaming.
 Jul 2023 Pagan Paul
Anais Vionet
(a sonnet in iambic pentameter)

I was drawn to you, from the first instant
something about you aroused my senses
a message unspoken, and insistent
that could somehow bypass my defenses.

I couldn’t show it, you couldn’t know it,
so I sat quietly and ignored you.
When chasing dreams, love is unbefitting
this I’d been told, and so, it must be true.

When I met you again, you were funny,
not what I assumed, you were something new.

Hashtag, as a boyfriend, he’s been money,
such was the start of our kissing booth truth.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Hashtag: a symbol (#) used to categorize tweets
 Jul 2023 Pagan Paul
Edmund black
Like a flower
To remember me
I love women
like these beautiful sunsets
In my dreams
I love women
like a classic automobile
Of my dreams
I love wonen
like a glass of water
In the scorching heat
Of summer
To quench my thirst
I love women
Like a poem to inspire
Helps me rise
I love women
Like a verse from the bible
To enlighten my soul
I love women
But
I love you more
When I know
You are just for me
Fate is a neon-lit pinball machine
And I am a little steel ball
Dodging the "tilt" sign as best I can
                                           ljm
How many of you remember pinball machines
How many of you don't know what they are
The ability to look up does not come from the eyes, but from the heart's desire to redirect the mind towards the infinity from which it comes.

Penny Black ©
The hope that once gave us strength in the morning fades away by dusk, much like the light fades at sunset, making way for darkness.
The glimmer of hope has endured so much that it has chosen to depart, never to be found again.
Now that night has descended, I realize that it was all a futile endeavor... the longing for a meaningful and fulfilling day remains unresolved.
Enveloped by darkness, I acknowledge that I pursued goals as distant as the stars.
I was a fool trapped by an illusion - from the Earth, the stars appeared close together, but in reality, they were separated by thousands upon thousands of light-years.
Yet, I find solace in resting and gazing at the sky, dreaming of reaching a goal as distant as a star.
Closing my eyes now, I can only imagine myself after having conquered those elusive aspirations.
In the darkness of death, where stillness descends and blankets me with the comfort of peace, the unfulfilled desire surrenders to the simple wish of keeping these eyes closed, wanting nothing more.

Penny Black ©
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