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 Jun 2017
Pagan Paul
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Today I went

to Hell,

to sell my soul

to the Devil.



I don't know how

it happened,

but I wound up

buying his.



Now I own

the tortured spirit

of an angel

fallen and disgraced.



He wants it back

so it can't pass

auctioned into the

wrong hands.



The dilemma

beckons an answer

from eternities

waiting hordes.



A decision so large

the universe

holds its breath

in chaotic silence.



I don't know how

it happened

but I've ended up

becoming the Devil.



© Pagan Paul (2016)
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 Jun 2017
The Dedpoet
Ive written about my experience
With a daughter i lost in my youth:
Amber waves in the still
Of my soul,
The story in my perception
Truth be spoken,
She wasnt really mine.

And my heart is stilled,
Born into my life
My love could not be seen
As fatherly,
A choice made
And years fade into the torture
That is my mind.

17 years after the four
Of loving her,
The love of my life,
The Ded inside the poet
Reaches into my reality
And once again all is
The chaos.
Ambers wave.....

I raised her for the first four years
Of her life knowing
She wasnt mine.
When my ex and i separated
I lost Amber too:

You reached into a well
Of souls and captured
My whole being,
Ambers waves like a beach
On Sunday morning's
Glory,
Life is in me to hear your voice,
And the truth comes
Like the last gasp.

Amber is my exs daughter,
She cheated on me and we assumed
Amber wasnt mine.
So four years i loved her.
She was born at 6 months old
And weighed only 2.7 pounds.
I reached out four months
Ago for some reason on facebook
After she friended me.
I asked her if she still talked to
The man we though was her dad:

Time is a hammer
Always pounding and memory
Is the tear we dont shed,
It all comes out at once
And the weight of regret
Can be lifted,
The soul cleansed,
The hope invigorating
And life is a dream within
A dream within....

She couldnt tell me anything
So her mother gets on messenger
And tells me she is going to call me.
She tells me Amber is mine.
That I was her father all along.
The stillness in my whole
Life lifted.

And the beauty of life is
That the unexpected
Is always the best anything,
Knowing is like a perpetual
Repetitive insanity,
Regret a broken record player,
Depression a choice within
Not to fight even when
You lose,
Ambers wave came like a
Dream awake.
The reality is,
If this is real, never wake me.......




My heart is open again.
Life is so beautiful.
Amber was born with cerebral
Palsy on the right side of her
Body, shes 21 and she found
She had a great big family
After feeling so alone.
She fights everyday and is in college
So when i met her she amazed
Me with her fight. Never
Giving up i awoke from
My stillness. I have a daughter
21 years old!!!!
My little girls have a big sister.
My still born was a metaphor
For my life being stopped after she wasnt in my life.
See my facebook for
The pictures of my long lost
Daughter. Life is a beautiful
Craziness.
 Jun 2017
nivek
All your dreams are known
you share them
and in the deep
even the deepest of sleep.

The Universe does not make mistakes
your dreams may be mysterious to your waking mind
but your waking mind is the Universe.
 Jun 2017
ryn
He stares long into the mirror
Only to see a tattered old book
Every page bears little he's proud of
Every morn he sees but dares not look

He's afraid of the stories
His memories would tell
He's ashamed of the scars
He'd known too well

Everyday he would only dress quickly
Before his demons would sing their claim
Everyday he'd battle the relentless sun
He'd persevere the day only night could tame
 Jun 2017
L B
At first light
it comes unbidden

Mourning--
clenching deep
enough to sound your soul
Stone on a string
sent to tell the depth of drowning--
in the tears
without a cry
weary beyond the sigh
No act of will
This weight--
gives no resistance
to the gravity of ocean's metal-gray
They seep along a sloping cheek
in silence

“Only lovers ever go this deep
It's strange,” they say
 Jun 2017
AnnaMarie Jenema
me - a princess trapped in loneliness,
A tower built over the years,
unable to escape my sorrow.
You - a knight in shining armor,
breaking these walls,
and in turn allowing my escape.
We flee from dragons,
spewing flames of hatred,
Form Sirens,
singing lies & deception,
From creatures created only in my nightmares.
But I don't want to be nothing more than a weak princess,
For you shelter and protect me,
I appreciate all you've done,
but now I must become my own knight,
not as to leave you behind,
or allowing your swordsmanship to become unnecessary,
But so I can be equal to you,
fighting both your & my inner demons together.
To shelter you as much as you shelter me.
To protect you as much as you protect me.
I will not standby any longer - a worthless princess,
but begin to learn how to wield my own blade.
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