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 Oct 2018 Angela Nagisa
JaxSpade
Red lanes
flashes of highways
And guitars
Wailing in the backgrounds
Of lava lamps
We parked
A hundred miles away
From no where
Anyone else had been
In the frontiers of existence
Inside a human being
Feelings of somewhere else
We know we'll be
Absence from all the everything
Happening in every scene
Is the ending dreamed
We will always be in the future
Of what is passing
Us by
Flashes of highways
Colored mars
Strobe lights crashing
On fluorescent clothes
Black lights glowing
In the dark
With lipstick art
And passion in automobiles
With passing cars
We take it all off
And be naked in the garden
Once more
We begin and again
We live in the moments
Of everything we do
Or did
In the psychedelic mind-bending
Memories
Of humans being
Existing
                here
.
Like a watermark through crisp white vellum
a face appears through the veil of dreams,
to colour wash away a montage of image
and decorate a mosaic of sleep dust seams.

As halcyon lakes waterfall into prism nebulae
and the courtesan face evades its emotions,
inevitably slipping between the chasms of space
like golden dolphins through plasmic oceans.



© Pagan Paul (01/09/17)
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Old poem, rewrite. PPx
If I could tell you,
every thing you want to know,
I would,
but my walls are to hard to take down,
but every time,
you speak to me,
they crumble to the ground,
and i hope, you'll be by my side,
when death succumbs to me...
beautiful boy who cares,
you sing a song that only I can hear,
I cant get enough of you,
the happy little messages you send to me,
i cant explain,
you aren't like other boys.
oh, beautiful boy,
I've never felt this way before!
all the other girls and  boys I've been with,
i never truly love this hard,
you understand my darkness,
you under stand my deadly thoughts,
Oh walk through the strawberry fields with me,

saying nothing is real,
walking on starlight and dancing in moon dust,
your  hair capturing the shine of the night,
i want to give you the universe,
and hold your hand,
falling through the sun by your side,
capturing the light of your eyes,
picture yourself,
falling through time,
what thoughts will flow through your mind?
your hands held in mine,
in synchronized meditation,
open up your third eye,
were your atoms next to mine?
did our souls entwine?
picture yourself,
laying in a field of grass,
with your head next to mine,
watching the butterflies glide,

the seasons are changing,
are you still next to me?
with the leaves off the trees,
this isn't electric,
this is calm,
with explosive colors,
i'm not falling,
i'm walking,
i'm willingly going to you...
are you walking to me?
do you picture it too?
a strange song / poem i wrote
just my emotions i feel
 Oct 2018 Angela Nagisa
Styles
Venus
 Oct 2018 Angela Nagisa
Styles
Recalling your name;
as each letter of your name
slips and slides off my tongue
the seductive visuals of
getting you off have begun
touching your venus fly trap
with my taste bud
making your goosebumps bud
until your river runs
and your floodgates flood.
Won’t even say your name
just sound it out -- until you are overcome.
Submit to my strength;  of my passion
with my permission.
applying pressure;
until you are well-***.
 Sep 2018 Angela Nagisa
Jen Snow
Some days

I

Feel

Like
I
Am

Falling

Through
The
World

But

Some days

The
World
Feels

Like
It
Is

Falling

Through

Me

Sounds
C­olors
Sirens

Am
I
The

Prism

That
Brings
The

Rainbow

Into
Foc­us

Or
Just
Another
Looking
Glass

Mirroring

What
I
See

?
 Sep 2017 Angela Nagisa
Quinn
to be you is to leave a life
painted with regret in twitchy
strokes that reveal unsteadiness
in every movement of the brush

i work in certainty more often
than not, seeing the colors before
they splatter on canvass, a predetermined
image fixed in my mind's eye

my palette has changed, no longer
faded and full of sadness, now there
is a luster to the tones splayed before me,
a freedom to the movements i make

i am becoming the you, the me, my
art had always dreamed it would one
day be, i am unveiling my greatest work
yet, effortlessly beautiful in it's simplicity
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