.
Tunnels of crimson, splits the vision
as passion cruises through misty time,
the journey of the mage, passing through
the portals of seconds, the doors of millennia.

To encounter the turbulence, feel the butterflies
that threaten ill and ***** up minutes.
Chronology moves in pan-dimensions,
tempered to conformity, trapped in a clock.

The guardian of day and night, corrupted.
At journeys end, a travellers rest
parades upstanding to purvey its solace,
beckoning the beacon to sally forth.

Light space, occupied with vaccuum stars.
A macrocosm of possibilities, caves of wonder,
sends the horizon to eclipse blue moons.

In contrast, green symbols of pure abandon
triumph in ancient games of catching mist.
And the bed of Truth, a complete Lie fact.


© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)

Certain parts of me, you cannot unlock
It's these scars and memories I tend to block
You chose me to be your part
To take away the pain from your heart
The love you pour out of your soul
Is one of your unintentional future goal
I, on the otherhand, is an open book
Few chapters you read, with tears, away you look
Hard times we both have faced
Each time a struggle, a case just paced
Now that the terms and conditions being laid out
It's up to you to think about
Life in a second is not easy to move
Most times it's way another we prove
To stay together and try to work
Love comes second, with a lot of talk
Understanding is first and so is trying
Sometimes its worth a go then spend time crying
Lots to learn and much to give
It's a handshake to move on and to live
Soon the unlock parts would rust
With residual memories becoming merely a dust
Hope in a new life is a must for both
With love and promises, now we seal this oath...


©sim

A blanket so pure and soft
From the windows yender
And tiny droplets aloft
In manifold and splendor

Luscious silver droplets glisten
And puncture the frozen sand
The sparrows whisper, I listen
I indulge myself, coat in hand

The princess blooms to rise above
Her pale mantle remains unscathed
Perceiving the amber glow
In which her petals bathed

As mere buds scatter with the wind
As mere thoughts dwindle
As mere tufts gather on the hills
And spread over the shindles

And here I remain within the haven
Where I watch over the murky landscape
When the sun resolves, the pastel colours
Of glistening hope my locket holds

I ran and I ran
Trampling Anna’s strawberry field
The earth groping my heart
Naught beneath
The wind as it breathes
Panting against
The faint scent
Of strawberries
And I ran and I ran
Along the scent
Eyeing that orb
Gauging out some sky
Oh and the sky
Gazing and warning
Gently reminding
Consequences of an untimely return
Oh and time
From whom I rush
My dearest foe
My despised friend
And the strawberries,
Their sickly sweet
And their scarlet light
My eyes burn, they sting
Oh, but I must
So I run and I run
Till by a ridge, I fall
My head strokes the rock
And in the ache, I think
Of Anna’s little strawberry field
That though I ran,
I wish I’d just stood,
And breathed, some sickly sweet.