Though my boat is tossed
high upon these crests,
I fear not the deep sea
where the sailors souls rest.

Cast adrift, alone to float,
my mother Sycorax had planned.
But lo! I reach sanctuary
and dance ecstatic on the sand.

My grotesque form I treasure
but loneliness soon must end.
Yes! A monster I might be,
but Caliban needs a friend.

Paradise is mine and ripe.
Behold! A kingdom and a home!
The sun blisters all day long,
oh Muses why am I so alone?

“Hush boy! Careful of thy wish,
the scheme is so much grander.
For Prospero prowls the island
with his witch daughter Miranda”.

Run ugly Caliban. Run away.
Disappear, you must be brave.
For the Wizard has loosed Ariel,
your wretched body to enslave.

The girl holds you enchanted,
with promises of fair romance.
Feel her pull puppets strings,
watch her make You dance.

Oh Caliban! What darkness befalls,
a prisoner tithed with no trial.
Yearn, dear boy, for isolation
and the loneliness of your Isle.

© Pagan Paul (28/02/17)

I have always empathised with Caliban.
Enslaved by Prospero, teased by Miranda and
bullied by Ariel. Simply for being an outsider,
stupid, an ugly monster and supposedly subhuman.
Shakespeare's metaphor is rather apt for the way society,
in general today, treats people with mental health issues.
As freaks and outsiders, less than whole.

It drove the poet round the bend,
his limericks just wouldn't end.
They'd go well for a time,
but come the fourth line....

It drove the poet round the bend,
his limericks just wouldn't end.
They had the precision of a clock,
but then they would suddenly stop...

It drove the poet round the bend,
his limericks just wouldn't end.
It really wasn't his fault,
they just came to a halt...

...fuck it!

© Pagan Paul (01/02/17)

 Feb 10 Renee 'Wisera'

I amble as if I weigh a tonne

I gasp as if someone has lied

I weep as if I have no words

I mourn as if something has died

Once there was a man and lady in tears
their lamentations went on for years
until came the day
before slipping away
they overcame, all of their fears

Nothing cannot be conquered, or overcome, ever. :)

Snot that I don't like you
or want to have you near

Snot that I want someone else
or don't care for you, my dear

Snot like I'm gay or queer
or not in, an amorous mood

Snot like you have leprosy
or your humor, badly skewed

Snot as if this won't pass
and then our bodies play

Fevers high, but not from flu
when the snot, eventually, goes away

Yup, feverish hormones, with a temperature from flu, and fluids leaking! (not the good ones either :D)

She touched my heart with subtlety
I've yet to grasp just how
But the echo of its passing
is with me, even now

My love isn't given lightly
even though upon my sleeve
I wear my feelings proudly
yes, I'm easy to deceive

She never meant to hurt me
or scar a treasured thing
My heart, through memories wander
forever lingering

It's not the thought of loss
or a bitterness within
More it is a feeling for
things, that might have been

(retouched, remembered, re-said)
Some memories only remind us of pain, or happiness lost :)

We are our brother's keeper
pain and sorrows as we weep

Worldly reminders of the bitter past
stories that we know, none, to be recast

Happy memories too numerous to name
back-page to the tragedies, with only us, to blame

It's like watching a bloody train wreck
which none of us can control, or affect

Watching the cars and coaches, as they crash and bend
as has it always been, calamity, it trends

Bad news travels far faster, and far more loudly.
Just look at any front-page. :(

Come to find out
dark humor, kinda rules
At least for the intelligent
not idiots, and fools

Science in it's wisdom
Viennese researchers proclaim
sick humor has a home
mostly those, who have a brain

I find this an approval
as marked and minor fame
not always dark or twisted
but, an IQ type of claim

I guess it's not just me :D

Her heart is chipped and broken
she gave her all, and more
Words that went unspoken
what "I love you", is for

He's always been real dense
gotta spell out every line
No excuse or good defense
messed up real bad, this time

Repairs and amends
no option now, my friend
You spilled all her emotions
you've come to, the bitter end

That kind of stain, you'll never lose
as bleach and worse it seems
Tangled in your heart for now
forever lost, within your dreams

And there ya have it, never marginalize the feelings, of anyone...
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