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Orpheus with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
  Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
  There had made a lasting spring.

Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
  Hung their heads and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
  Killing care and grief of heart
  Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
 Feb 2021 Marvin Paul
Marty
Tiny wooden box.
Footprint on the rocks.
Whispers to the soul,
Long forgotten goal.

Where was I my friend?
When your life did end.
Hidden in the illusion,
Drowned in the demons confusion.

Be patient and open thy arms.
Soon I will return to your charms.
The path is dreaded and weary,
For of this world I'm found dreary.

Oh but the forgotten times
We were partners in crime.
The ragged heart searches
Remembering songs of churches.

The times in the hills
Buried by too many pills.
The happy dancing squills,
To this day my heart kills.

The day soon shall be,
By my side so much glee.
Let the dirt to the side move,
And from this world remove.
 Apr 2020 Marvin Paul
cas
moon
 Apr 2020 Marvin Paul
cas
when moon rise,
      you will shine
      be who you are
      and you will shine
 Apr 2020 Marvin Paul
XIII
7 SINS
 Apr 2020 Marvin Paul
XIII
sloth
slouch on the couch
idly waste the time
tomorrow will always arrive

lust
because there is just
an insatiable thirst
lock the door first

gluttony
all of us would agree
that food is sacred
no one's satisfied until fed

wrath
take an anger bath
soak in its vengeance
until the last dance

pride
it is your guide
to stand on the mountain high
stepping unto others 'til they die

envy
because you don't wanna see
what you do not possess
take it; claim it; in every possible ways

greed
giving is not your deed
why, if you can horde
you'll be the master—the lord

because everyone is guilty
of the seven sins so deadly
you can deny it, but then quietly
your guilt eats you, painful and slowly
 Apr 2020 Marvin Paul
jill
haha
 Apr 2020 Marvin Paul
jill
isn’t it funny
my dreams and thoughts of you
have given me more
than you ever could
 Jan 2020 Marvin Paul
Aihara
You
 Jan 2020 Marvin Paul
Aihara
You
She was poetry
But
He couldn't read
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