.
I stand here with thumb outstretched
as the years speed by like passing cars.
Trying to hitch a ride on Life's Road,
for all it cares, I may as well be on Mars.

Relentless, never seeming to slow down,
the years pass me by like pouring rain.
And here I rot, the forgotten wretch,
standing on the kerb of Life's Road again.

Shivering and soaking, I turn to walk,
and the years fly past like hot arrows.
My steps trace a line toward the horizon,
beyond the point Life's Road narrows.

For Death, she will claim me as hers,
when the years stop, no more to erode.
The raw relief, release, too turn away,
and leave the madness of Life's Road.


© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)

oh how I still miss you
I hope you hear me now
I know that you are with me
I know in this somehow,

I am seeking answers
my life is so confusing,
I just hope to win this time
instead of always losing,

love is so elusive
it slips right past my hand,
just like all the pieces,
in the hour glass of sand,

though time may not-
be quite my friend
I'm older now it's true
though I'm still right here
wishing-
star,
that you will send a clue

in a message -
on a winged one,
on butterfly an bird
I am listening as you said,
I should,
I'm listening -
each word,

to every person place an thing
connected we-
a dot,
remembering the lessons rare
in all I've ever taught,

love is not to say I'm wrong
it's not something that is bought,

love it might be so elusive
it's still the thing I've sought,
even when I should have run,
in love I wasn't-
naught,

I still live to touch it once
without me getting burned
unfortunately it seems to me
it still I have not earned
or maybe I don't know true love,
perhaps I haven't learned,

an all I have is your star.
a shiny silver bit of hope.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I yearn to travel that
Road less travelled
To March to the beat
Of my own drum
Instead,
I walk the lonely path
Letting self-sorrow
Drown me in a sea of darkness
Closing my eyes to life
Living in a numbed limbo
Without hope, without joy
Gasping to feel the light
I pray for, I beg for
The courage to live my life

Kelly Rose
© May 23, 2017

It's not the way you looked
It's the way you felt inside
The horizon is always booked
That's okay , I say with a sigh

Our days are long ago history
Our love just seemed to pass by
Tumbling into time's mystery
Leaving nuances between sad and why

I rub the rib I'm missing so
I no longer care to fight
I'm just wishing that you could know
How dark it is without your light

There is more than one star
Harboring in the sky tonight
But I'm looking just for one , so far
With all my earthly might

Do not look sadly
at days gone by
days below days
like a river
running under stars

do not listen to priests, the blues
or that bitter veteran fool
of some past war claiming to miss
a piece of his soul, his only disease
is the rotting of an *******

the poet that forgets
in remembrance of you
is a lunatic's left hand man
a gun in the hands of a fool

on Sundays he is the acolyte
of the moon, night following
other nights, the eyes of the blind
the stranger who  lusts after wives

his tool the bitter root of a persimmon tree
and every time he draws his pen
like a knife and drawls his soliloquy
I say forget him, let us drink again

for poets do not cut their fingers
at cheap joints like ******
toasting one another's death

they do not eat the cheese or hoard
the rich black bread of their poetry;
the true poet gives it kindly to the poor.

.
Your flesh lies in your grave,
my ashes fly on the breeze.
And our Ghosts intertwine,
link-haunting through the trees.

Ethereal energy in ivory white,
wraith-like tinged in blue.
Mist shroud figures wrapped
are the Ghosts of me and you.

You call across my aeons,
your shade is next to mine.
I reply within a veiled second,
deflowering the ***** of time.

Forever conjoined fog-twins,
eternity is our lust to save.
With my ashes on the wind
and your flesh lying in a grave.

© Pagan Paul (31/05/17)