Hatred sits upon his throne of skulls and bones wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood and thinks on how to kill Love.

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Hatred sits upon his throne of thorns wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood and thinks on how to kill Love.

Written by Epic
Hatred sits upon his throne of thorns wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood and thinks on how to kill Love.

Written by Epic
Chocolate, nothing tastes better than rich creamy chocolate.  Such a delight.
Brown chocolate skin woman how sweet you must be.  Such a savory treat, brown chocolate skin woman.

Written by Epic
I'll never be able to love again,
Well, at least not like the way I loved you,
As this night is a little before three, but well after two,
I lie wide awake in this bed unable to sleep beside a woman that I don't want to pursue,
With my mind wondering,
How do I leave her without leaving a bruise?
And wondering,
Will I ever be able to love another woman,
Like the way I loved you?
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Tapioca sky,

feel the knife curve
like a Moon-hook,

wrenching a tourmaline gash
into hallucinating gums,

ritualised in immortal agony.


Lemon clouds,

see the portrait smile
like a nightmare,

feasting on famine entrails,
of sacrificed words,

scything off the tongue.



© Pagan Paul (2017)
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Old psychedelic poem.
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I'm sorry I'm away
my minds been in  knot
untie me muse
before I think I die!
I need to write again
in lyrical content
it chokes me up
I think I'll even cry!

Ma Cherie © 2017
Seriously can't think too much going on? ;/
We may have been toxic.
But it was a toxicity
I could call my own.
Since I was young,
I’ve had a hard time
keeping things for myself.
My dreams, my ideas,
even my love
for the color purple.
These were all mine
at one point.
Soon to be
ripped away
by an envious, more outspoken friend
But this.
This toxic waste land of a love.
It was mine.
No one else wanted it and
no one else could have it,
The love I possessed was…
Unconventional.
But it was mine.
I was happy
being unhappy.
If I was able to argue with her
at least that meant she was there.
She was a present figure in my life
for me to hate to love, and love to hate.
But now she's gone.
I can't love nor hate.
I can't even have a friend in the one I loved.
So yes, it was toxic.
Yes, it was torturous,
but it was mine.
I was in a toxic "relationship" for a long time. I loved them so much that i chose to ignore the bad aspects. In this, i became attached to the toxicity in a way. I was in love with them, and they came along with abuse. So i took the package deal and learned to love them both.
I’ve no need
To Rebel
Who is god
I can’t tell
The creator
Of time
The drawer
Of lines
The giver
The taker
Of hell?
A bit
Too much
For my soul
   To tell....
Traveler Tim
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