who resides
who's inside
who's within this body of mine

service & sacrifice
wasn't worth my life

lost in my mind
I can't see the outside
it's a dim light

frozen hands

I've lost myself

there's no way back

the thin light
between cracks
falls short

ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ʜᴀɴᴅs
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forget it
forget me
forget it
what's reality

Am I alive
holding in a breath
I don't need to breathe in
toxic contamination

forget me
forget it

ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ʜᴀɴᴅs
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I saw myself
go to sleep

walking out the door
I stood by the window

I'm living in the thousands of memories, past time
I forgot present time

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time is just a concept
the clock ticking can easily be broken
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Now that I lost myself completely
an empty body
nameless

misremembered

who I was

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my final stop
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Truly no one

everyday I eat
breakfast lunch and dinner which
I take for granted

the amount of food
that goes to waste can feed
another family

I have my lovely
tiny home filled with love and
awesome connections

some have no homes to
live in some live on the streets
begging for money

poor countries lack lots
of nutrition  , but in my
house there's always food

as I shovel scrapes
into bin , I feel guilty
that someone's hungry

how easy it is
to take just the smallest things
for granted

yet all I can do
is write about it , yet do
nothing to help

all I have is my
pen my thoughts and my food
Yet I've changed nothing

Bundled against the evening chill
I stand in the newly fallen snow,
brightness of the moon and stars
make my world a diamond glow.

To love and feel love
my heart picks up pace,
I watch the dancing snowflakes
as they fall upon my face.

looking up at the sky
I smile at the beauty I see,
then let my heart just float
as high as it wants to be.

I hear the sound of crystal bells
they ring so soft and clear,
they’re like the voices of angels
the music seems so near.

Breathing in the cool night air
I hear the song of our hearts,
a melody flowing between us
like the beautiful sounds of Mozart.

I feel the moisture on my face
tasting it’s cool, sweet flavor,
my world becomes a fairyland
a moment I shall savor.

Troubles melt like the snowflakes
that fall upon my face,
with crunching snow beneath my feet
my heart is filled with grace.
~

.
The branches of the trees bend and sway
as the breeze plays its tickling games.
Sitting beneath the mighty Oak
he closes his eyes and drifts back home.
His thoughts, like his arrows, true,
finding its destination with consummate ease.
A figure, a face, a smile, he sees.
The portrait of Her.
Burning a cold image in his mind.
An alien sound he hears, and startles,
intruding on his moment of reverie.
A bird lands on a tree, close,
giving him the eye, akin to the intelligent
stare of the capricious corvid.
It whistles and takes flight
calling him to follow.
Thoughts of Her portrait, now wisps of smoke,
disappear as intrigue beckons.
Insistent chirping, the clever eye,
leads him hither and thither,
ever away from home.
Caught in the enchantment, of following the Never bird.....

The mist crawls and curdles and climbs
in a rising, coalescing film of fog.
To befuddle the unwary, alone in the Trees.
His nerves, his eyes, captivated
as the Never bird commands attention.
Leading him on, deeper.
Home is but a distant sigh in his heart,
ignored with intensity, unloved.
The journey steps take him far, wayward
with no direction, no destination.
Singing sweet, swooping swift
the bird stops. Disappears into the gloom,
not once looking back, abandoning he who followed.
Lost. So very lost. So very lost.
Moments fly, rustling, footfalls, an apparition.
A Goddess of beauty unveils herself,
and steps, soft and gentle into the light.
Enraptured he takes her into his arms,
they sink and rut like animals, primal,
on the cool mossy carpet.
Banished are the thoughts and portraits.
Caught in the enchantment, of loving the Never bird.....

The cobalt sky in a haze of heat
swirls about before his eyes.
Laying beneath a Mighty Oak.
Goose-bumped skin. Alone.
He wakes. The forest still and silent.
His thoughts like drunken dogs
blurred by memories that excite and disturb.
The Portrait of Her.
Awakening a fuzzy, picture in his mind.
Scanning the trees, the lady is gone,
and missing is the Never bird.
Unknown magiks have been worked on him,
he felt, rather than observed.
The sigh in his heart for home, broke forth,
strange noises burst the mood.
The ache in his heart,
constrained within by abnormal form,
teetered on the edge of pain, sorrow.
A song of hope escapes, a decision made,
as wisps of smoke form a Portrait.
He spreads his wings,
caught in the enchantment, of being the Never bird.



© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)