Everyday is but a fleeting moment,
gone with in the blink of an eye.
People we meet, yet forget to greet,
each of them living life in their own way...

Our ego dictates the way we live,
yet restricts us to our basic selfish need,
our soul becoming just a shell
for our enormous greed...

Each step we take in our waking life,
becomes but a routine,
so much that we forget to look at the beauty of the world,
the only thing that remains pristine...
Circling Bubbles
Circles.. of bubbles
Surrounding my inner being.
Pushing and pulling..
Surrounding and encircling..
It comes with high energetic arisings..
swooping through..so natural
Got me jumping through the hoops..fanatical
but there is no escaping..
The heightened things
Feelings within encompassing.
Bursting bubbles unyielding..
I'm guilty of feeling..
The gifting of dreams..
There's no denying..
The circles moving within my being.
Defying is a hard sought feeling.
Ahh for the feelings of fun Da_Bubbles can bring!
s.a.m protected by c rights. tm
"Da_Feelings", ..overwhelming..
Thank for breathing
As tears drown my face
Cold bones now you are somewhere out in the universe
Did you regret closing your eyes?
I'm drinking to numb my brain
Helping me to accept my own way
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.

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
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?
.
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)
.
Old psychedelic poem.
.
Next page