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 Jun 2019
Edmund black
Today
I’ve planted some seeds inside my soul
To strengthen my core to blossoming the spirit
Of mine and yours
So tomorrow all the blessings meant for me and You ,You , and You will soon be ours
Harvest season my friends ? Well, unknown
But I’m proud of all the seeds that have been planted
I can only pray my seeds of wishes for the world
One day will be granted.
A wish for a world out of darkness
Where hunger and hates
Would be a thing of yesterday
Where the devil’s name  
One day would be a ray of hope
For nowhere in the crevices of the world
It would have any power
To convince anyone to be DarkHeart
Everyone, Everything with a positive mind
No more needs for or to keep any defenses
A brighter world where everyone’s are proud ***** donors
Give each other’s our hearts our love and save our energy to enhancing the earth
As we all rise again and again and again together
A wish for a world so bright,  everyone would be required to wear shades, wouldn’t that be lovely ?
But first, we must water the seeds “ Together “as one and I promise you this my friends, there’s no telling how much we’ll grow and blanketing the earth with flowering love in every season!
 Jun 2019
Pagan Paul
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Through a forest glade
and down a narrow path
there stands a sacred tree
with its heart torn in half.

Bramble clings to its trunk
ivy covers over its bark,
reaching up for the light
fighting against the dark.

Forgotten by the woods,
ignored in a crowded place,
for it yearns for attention,
just a little tender grace.



© Pagan Paul (27/06/19)
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 Jun 2019
Jen
What matters most
Holds no value
On this earth
Genuineness
Tenderness
Connection
Loving words
Let go of material things
They've got no true meaning
In the end
We all serve our "purpose"
In worldly terms,
It shouldn't
Consume our souls,
Will we ever
Truly know it-
To love
To smile
To laugh
To feel
To cry
To hold
To know
Organically
That we held on to something real
While we were here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbcAvzlqVfw
 Jun 2019
anonymous
your hand trembles

as you try to write

they need to know

your lips quiver

as you open up

the part hidden

so meticulously

from the world
Angles and arches
Niches and hallways
Surprising new spaces
Rough on the outside.
Smooth on the inside
Bright by the windows
Dark in the corners
The shape of my home
The arc of my life.
ljm
Tract homes are designed by lotus eaters and crack smokers.
 Jun 2019
Pagan Paul
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Pain should be written beautifully,
achingly displayed upon a page.



© Pagan Paul (20/06/19)
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 Jun 2019
Pagan Paul
Chance
is being in the right place
at the right time,
coinciding with the orbit
of another searching
the aspirations that you to seek.
A connection needs attention,
a compliment, a smile,
an enquiry of mutual interest
that engages instantly.
The abdication of convenient norms,
a shift in behaviour,
adopting a new travel direction.
It requires no discrimination,
but an open welcoming mind,
conjoining parallel convergence,
Meeting.


© Pagan Paul (2018)
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 Jun 2019
r
Often I feel alone
until I find myself
most at home
sitting in a dark quiet
room, or outside
beneath the moon
blowing smoke rings
around shiny coffin nails
imagining they are glowing
stars, pretending all is well
which beats the living hell
out of feeling lonely
all alone and by myself.
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