.
At the table of eternal sorrow
sits a fool with a crooked smile,
faking interest in a world obscene
and feigning the mood of yesterwhile.
Couched over bent with quill extended,
he writes his heart with a bitter beat,
floating in the mire of a memory stained,
poised with nib to command the sheet.
Capering words form across the weave
with capricious intent and shadow play,
smoke and mirrors intersect and disperse
whilst his mind carries the story away.



© Pagan Paul (04/03/19)

Lavishing things aren't that great,
The small simple things matter,
It doesn't take much to make a person smile,
Small little surprises does the trick.

We live in a crazy world,
Where friendships become fake,
Can we even trust ourselves?
Or our life in general is full of lies?

It's raining between the worlds.

Drops of sugar in the air
And the windows glazed with trust.

People fighting on the streets
Their blood colouring the rest.

The eyes are for the blind
But that's what they say.

It's raining between the worlds
Bullets and roses all come to greet.

"Shake the hands of what you may please"
Taking the hands we try to free.

Money is just a paper to fill your pocket
And your pride,
But it also keeps their hands clean
While we check our dimes.

But these must be lies,
That's what they say
Or else why would we live in a world we fake

What do you say?

The weirdest dream
I ever had
was you
not being in it

You hid pieces of yourself,
In places you would never look.
Hidden within those inner landscapes;
Unable to remember their names.

Feeling helpless
Don’t know where to turn
Keep spinning in circles
To the point of no return  
With no beginning or end in sight
Just the waiting of concern
That dreaded phone call tonight
I’ll keep praying with all my might
When the time is right
Everything will be alright
For now we sit and wait
As we watch you wither away
Closer and closer to your last breath
In and out
In and out
Until his death....