.
Its 2 am and I am so wired.
Why can't I just be normally tired?
As others enjoy some restful sleep,
I am in a place far more deep.....

And the abyss calls so inviting,
          a leap into the unknown and beyond.
With clarity I jump out and fly,
          an excuse for reality to quietly abscond.

Psychedelic nausea as the dimensions twist,
forcing me to a place where I do not exist,
a land in which I may be killed or kissed,
but certain my presence would not be missed.

The feelers take a hold of me,
     whispering secrets of antiquity,
revealing images of aeons gone,
     in spoken word, rhyme and song.
I have the histories of many worlds
     all in my mind strung up like pearls.
A line of lanterns alight once more,
     open and willing for me to explore.
And my pale blue eyes no longer see
     the images created by any reality.

It is secret knowledge of ancient times,
I receive in the script of cryptic rhymes.


© Pagan Paul (09/08/18)

You witness cruelty around you
Harassment and bullying so true
You know you have to stop such abuse
You can't prevent souls getting bruised
And yet it all goes wrong
Coz bullies grow so strong
You feel exposed, you feel so helpless
All those attacks coz they are jealous
Your hands are tight, you bite your tongue
And yet it feels even more wrong
A game that can't be won
Not when you are left alone
What else to do than let all go
Where is the purpose to keep going on
I safe myself coz no one cares
This battle isn't theirs
Though it should be, they should stand up
And protect those exposed as a back-up.
This world goes wrong
When bullies are let going strong.