Lately I’ve noticed
My soul and mind
Have been uneasy
Since childhood
I love to dream
Sought to dream
I’ve always experienced
Dreams based on what’s
Going on in my life
And if a change is necessary
My dreams is always vivid
I dream in color often
With loads of light
heavy symbolism
And clear meaning
Soon I opened my eyes
I would write them down
share it with the world
In my poetic way
But lately my dreams
Haven’t been the same
Misery past by as i dreamt on
I’ve been losing in all my dreams
Fighting a ****** battle
With a broken gun
My body
Got bruised and battered
My wings were ripped and torn
Continuously fallen in a black abyss
Feeling lost
God was added to the forgotten list
My spirit skipped
as I photographed
The painful truths
As the morning twilight
Makes it presence clear
I lay here in bed
In wonderment
Tossing and turning
Wondering
Why my peace
Has escaped my soul
Sadly momentarily
No tale to tell
Mostly nightmares
I have nothing to write

.
She had walked the path every day
since her love had gone to sea.
To the woods upon the cliffs
to tie a ribbon on their secret tree.

Every noon for a thousand years
since her love had sailed away.
A thousand green ribbons hang
as testament to their lovers play.

At midday on the thousand and first
she broke down and loudly cried.
No need for her ribbons now,
the secret tree had fallen and died.



© Pagan Paul (17/10/18)

.
Tumbling stones rumble unheard,
a slide that sends gravity shifting,
starting a new path through time,
the butterfly effect begins shifting.

i.
The ancient track
is solid beneath her feet,
though she has walked
between the stars.
She knows not the place
but has been there before,
And the trail wends its way
through forest dense and dark
to a hags tooth mound
and the Tomb of Travellers,
upon the stone door
an inscription, a warning.
'Prepare to go everywhere.
Prepare to go nowhere'

ii.
“Let time take me wither it will,
be it fluid or be it still”.

iii.
The slow grating of stone on stone
as the door swings open,
light penetrating the gloom,
and the Tomb reveals its treasures.
She enters with reverence
and moves to a vacant plinth,
a marbled seat warm and empty,
her place for the connection ritual.

iv.
A mix of herbs into a secret potion,
preparing herself to swim Time's ocean,
clear cool water to bathe her skin,
awaiting the pendulum of life to swing.
The symbols in her third eye complete,
she eases so gently into her travel seat,
bringing the brew to her expectant lips,
a bitter taste as over her tongue it slips.

v.
Oh gently rock her mind to sleep,
just one last barrier for her to leap,
through Times gate to other places,
as the drug through her mind races.

vi.
A small squat figure emerges
in a midnight blue hooded robe,
Grimly the Guardian of the Gate,
carrying careful an ancient globe.
And her eyes glow with wonder
as she receives the Seers Sphere,
cloudy with the hue of pearl,
its significance is so crystal clear.

vii.
She places it in a depression
in the arm of the marbled chair,
settles herself and closes her eyes,
letting her mind drift on the air.
The connection ritual reaching ******,
acceptance or rejection time is near.
Will the bond form betwixt them?
She places her hand on the Seers Sphere …




© Pagan Paul (30/09/18)