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My heart is a bank
Of your treasury
You're the fauna
Of heart's biodiversity
The stars crept into Windows
The Moon started shying
The valleys got their lost chaos
Reluctantly or otherwise
Wish you the greatest years ahead
And the Happiest and Blessed Birthday
Yeah...As usual... belated...
The impatient soul awaits.
As crowds push towards the train.
He rushes to pass, can’t be late.
He looked at others, the insane.

He squeezed against and did shove.
They looked at him, silent grunts.
His angry mood, bared no love.
He was used to his way and wants.

One more push and catapults.
Into the air and did not fall.
He laughs at them, at their faults.
As he flies pass human walls.

Surprised, he got no attention.
He roared at them, till the last door.
His super power, that strengthened.
No longer waiting, he could soar.

Everyone looked to the left.
Train now expected delays.
Some tears were dropped as they wept.
A red end to someone’s day.

He flew back in that direction.
A sudden feeling, temptation.
There caught in the intersection.
His body, the impatient.
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Soothing winds from the north
spread neatly across the world.
Bringing chills and ice and quiet,
hailing the arrival of the Winter Girl.

Her sire, Jack Frost, so proud.
Her mother, the Moon, is waiting.
Her silver white hair grows wild,
a testament to their Spring mating.

Her eyes sparkle and smile,
orbs riding on a golden tide.
Her head bows with mute consent
like a first time blushing bride.

And her entrance is most stately,
announced with a carpet of snow.
The Winter Girl is birthed anew
as northern winds begin to blow.



© Pagan Paul (2015/16/17)
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Old poem previously unpublished
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How many bridges have we burned
How many lessons never learnt
Try and do but then we don't
Say we will but know we won't

How many flames have we shot
How many mysteries never caught
Reveal but then very well refuse
Admit but still confuse

How much more can we take
How many do we blame for our own mistakes
We know what we need to intercede
But how far do we take that belief?

How many desires we breed
How many sins we commit
Though we know for what we aspire
Still we keep on fits with betrayed trials

How many years have flown by
How many tears have we each cried
Far too many I believe to count
From lips that move without a sound

How many theories never understood
How much head we put
How much we neglect
The oscillations of solace..
Back with A collaboration with Mike Hauser...
A great experience....Exciting journey..
What if you...
Only loved those that love you
How would they know
If that love was true
Would it change a thing
Would it bring meaning
If you loved those you knew
That only loved you

What if you...
Never once compromised
Saw life through others eyes
Saw the other person's side
If you only did your thing
With no concern for another being
What would you find
If you never compromised

What if you...
Never took the hard road
But always the easy way
With the lightest load
Would it strengthen you
Would your step be true
If you never took the road
Hardest to get through

What if you...
Only saw the past
Never dreamed of what's ahead
Only dream of what you left
Would you be stuck
In the place you are
Never getting far
If the past was in your heart

What if you...
Only took the winning side
Would you learn lessons in this life
If it was nothing but a free ride
If no lessons were ever taught
If a battle you never lost
I wonder what you'd find
If you only took the winning side
There's a love hate relationship
Between you and alcohol
You love the feeling you get from it
But hate the day of constant calls

It's become a daily battle
This long drawn out desire
When you say no way will I drink today
And again it makes you out the liar

It all started out so simple
Having social drinks with friends
Where the only time you drew that line
Would be on the weekends

But stress comes along in many forms
As you find sips take off the edge
Soon enough though it won't leave you alone
A little secret the bottle seems to have kept

And this battle you are fighting
Some days afraid that you might win
Where there is no denying
Deep down inside you'll miss your friend

Where there's a love hate relationship
Between you and alcohol
You love the feeling you get from it
But hate the way it too often calls
I've been sober 27 years this month (where does the time go!) my hope and prayer is that one of you today will take that step to freedom...
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