.
The serpent around my eye
in perpetuity eating its tail.
A sigil to represent fluidity,
sheds its skin to no avail.

The Truths play around my head in loops eternal,
infinite possibilities of *******,
fractal gems cavorting in lustrous oceans,
that cleanse an hours disgrace.

Pan-Dimensional
and Omni-Directional
Truths are connecting.

Ouroboros, protector of the Tree of Life,
his apple is the gift of Knowledge.
Are those tempted weak and futile?
or hungry for the secrets of Cronos.
The fruit of Wisdom picked, and devoured,
in the garden quest for clarity.

And the serpent around my eye,
like a monocle allowing sight,
flows Truths into my mind,
reflecting matrices taken to flight.

© Pagan Paul (09/06/17)

For all those knights
You laid on white Satin

All those Dukes , Nobles , even Kings
Try as hard as you want to forget them

You gaze at the stars
that glitter like your diamonds

Cold empty heat
that love's lost all reason

That cold hearted orb
you call a heart

No room for light
so black so dark

One day the Knights
will no longer be shining

As you lay on white Satin sheets
crying

Waiting on Rain
Waiting on love
Waiting on reality
blue skies up above

No Rain in sight
No words falling down
The page  is covered
with dirt from the ground

No poems are presented
The voice so parched
The emotions are lacking
so stiff and starched

Will the skies again darken
The words tumble down
Bringing back life
To seeds deep in the ground