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Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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Ignorance is bliss
hell if I know
heaven if I didn’t

Not knowing the in-particulars

Can be evocative
As a child’s drawings
Ignoring detail
Not on purpose
Yet vibrant

Seeing our world
Guised as an infants
eyes
Helps you
remember why

Misguided

And how we all forgot
Those Precious Times

When you never knew
A dislike
Only love

My dislike is that
A love so concentrated
Is infinitely gone

Diluted as we clash
With life
head on

The ability to Recall
those nights
Held closely to heart
Is heart warming

What a reference
To refer
Especally
When the hate
Starts to
storm in

Ignorance is bliss
It tires me
The entirety
The irony
in this

Ignorance is bliss
Hell if I know
Heaven if I didn’t
 Oct 2017 Sandman
adam
254 to 312
979 to 650

sunset to twilight, pass the sign to indio
once again bound for the lonesome coast
far from those to which I want to be close
central daylight, pacific indigo
https://soundcloud.com/ledif/life-before-i-ever-pacific-indigo
Be dedicated and determined
Always shine that light
Speak words of inspiration
All through the night
It is all in the mind
Continue to grow
Learning is a lifelong experience
Just go with the flow
 Oct 2017 Sandman
NTR
Suddenly, a clap of thunder
tore the night asunder,
and ripped through my troubled mind.

Lightning came soon after,
along with frightening laughter,
Which I realized was mine.
 Oct 2017 Sandman
Breeze-Mist
As soon as I get out of bed
My hair makes a mess of my head
I brush it flat and sleek
And, for an hour, its neat
But then it gets frizzy instead
Humidity, dry air, wind, static, hats, and bandanas seem to be conspiring to ruin my hairstyles.
 Oct 2017 Sandman
emzee
when i see an beauty on web screen
i thought that be her friend
i need to enter the web screen
i need to include my details
its me MuFfI ZaIN
 Oct 2017 Sandman
Pagan Paul
.
The scrape of stone on stone,
a shaft of light breaks through,
with a rush of air, fresh and new,
the chambers soul is bared.

Fractals dance enticingly
on millennia old rock,
catching shards of mica sparkles,
soft prisms copulate in the air.

The mist clears,
graceful in its retreat,
and reveals a scene from
another place, another world.
Another reality.....


© Pagan Paul (05/02/17)
I can feel my mood changing, for the better.
Think the SAD is in retreat :)
PPx
 Oct 2017 Sandman
emzee
MANY OF THEM SAYS,,

ITS SO HOT,,

BUT I COUDNT FEEL,,
THAT MUCH HOT,,

THE SUN NEVER HEAT...
OUR SKINS WERE HEATEN...

GET IN ,,,,
IF THAT IS DIFFICULT..
STOP BLAMING,,

ITS SUMMER,,,
PART OF OUR LIFE
morning
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