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 Apr 2018
Deovrat Sharma
...
once
upon a
time our
life was just
like a beautiful
melodious rhyme
infect our heart and soul
speculations, emotions
were perfectly
shynchronized
wings of our
emotions
were very
strong

###

togther
we having
wherewithal
to cross the ocean
and pass through the
seven mighty seas
capable to bear
the heat of
summer
with no
fear

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often
use to fly
through the
high mountains
deep valley
and plains
dense forests
deserted dunes
our soul were in
the synchronization
to the whole universe
but in this earthly game
the time never remain same
nothing seems to be surprise
always remember by the wise
it was a change in time sinewave
shattered delusion of fairy tales
mystical galaxies ruined away
blissfulness transformed into
scary ceaseless restlessness
tone of melodious music  
changed from joy to
thorny repentance
innate loneliness
wounded soul
creepy isolation
isolation moments
dreadful dark reflection


x-x-x
*(c) deovrat - 03.04.2018
I have many people in my life, Some I miss more than others.
I have met many women hoping that they would become my wife.
Some I have only met for an hour or so , in our real life meeting.
Christ has shown me that everyone is very Special to him indeed.
Others I have know for years, for they were put in my life.
As friends, family, childhood friends, even friends co-workers.
Some I have met on the internet, those people all of them.
Have touch my heart, I shall join them later in the Heavens.
So yes I am thankful for everyone that I have met here too.
Friends, Family, Co-workers, school hood friends both men and women .
 Feb 2018
Pagan Paul
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The unknown depths call out to me
promising oceans of tranquility,
so let me slip down silently
'neath the waves of a midnight sea.
Addicted to this supplicant swoon,
witnessed only by the waxing moon,
the descent into a liquid room,
as Sirens wail their plangent tune.
Surfing out the softest of tides,
'pon the crest of love my being rides,
to where the deepest of feelings reside.
I sink with ease most graciously.
So let me slip down silently
'neath the waves of a midnight sea.



© Pagan Paul (04/02/18)
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 Jan 2018
Sjr1000
They're dancing in the alley
Wearing clown
masks
Calling for peace
What are we going to be?
Little Liza
Little Liza Jane

The west is burning
The east is drowning
What are we going to be?
Little Liza
Little Liza Jane

The night is broken
The day is howling
The moon is rising
Nightblooming Jasmine
the air is alive

We're all sweating in endless summer
The heat is on
Though we're freezing cold
What's it going to be?
Little Liza
Little Liza Jane

Grinding poverty
Those that have the money live
Those that don't die
That's the way it is
What's it going to be?
Little Liza
Little Liza Jane

Trying to remember
Love is all we know
All we know.
What's it going to be?
Little Liza
Little Liza Jane
Little Liza Jane, an American folksong, done many times, in many ways. My version. Originally published in 1916, but goes back before that.
 Jul 2017
nivek
all hearts are open wounds
all at different stages of being healed.
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