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  Jun 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
Eyes gouged out my heart,

But your tears were nothing

But fake glass diamonds.
  Jun 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
Silence is the loudest noise that is never heard.
We will fill our lungs and expel nothing,
But always, will every nothing be heard.
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  Jun 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
Planetary dance of the
                 Heavens as tears of rock
                                 Fall into flaming oblivion.
  Jun 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
I sailed a boat on the cloud of dreams
Fishing for those elusive moments,
Some call them dreams.

I waded through clouds of silent white
Where all that was caught were wisps
Of fleeting wishes that never were delusions

But as white turned to lightness of grey
Then to the throws of harsh reality, as ideas
Became electric striking around me.

I waded through the clouds of turbulent
Moments,  impulsiveness struck upon
Me from above, and I leapt from the safely.

I was in calm white sinking in to oblivion,
Only my thoughts kept me afloat, then I
Relaxed, let go, and sank into nothingness.

I awoke, confusion clouded me as if recalling
That moment a sank beneath, and my thought
Was deluged, but I am here , I wish I was there.
  Jun 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
In awe you gazed upon the blue ocean of sky,
And black spots like tears feel down.
Looking as they fell closer. impending needles
Upon the waiting flesh of unsuspecting
Mortals,
Vessels,
Victims
Unknowing of their own arrived fate,
As slender tears discarded from high
Above found flesh, and the quill did
Burrow as was consumed
A shadow remained of what had stained
On soft tissue,
Then the noise beckoned forth from those
Lacerated by feathers fallen like wailing
Tears from clear blue.
Squalls were heard as from impact, like black
Petals flowering from the seed,
Feathers,
Obsidian,
Shimmered
In the birth of darkness's creation
Talons where nails now clawing
Human remains away,
In insanities confusion of thoughts now
Between two worlds.
Clawed at those of human design,
Onyx greeted crimson and screams greeted suffering,
As all now tainted
On the flowering of slated feather
Birthed once again and the flock
Rejected,
Sight,
Humanities
Tainted plight, as all feather dressed in proper
Order did fly into the blue sky.

"Mummy,

"Yes dear, what is it,

As she pointed in to the vast blueness above their heads,

"I don't know baby,

"They look like black tears mummy,
*"Like tears from heaven,
  Jun 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
ELEVEN* was tired because it was
Almost TWELVE, but ONE was
Up late TWO watch THREE come
Home, FOUR was tired because FIVE
Did snore but SIX pushed him out of
The bed he snored no more, SEVEN
Was up as bright as could be, its
Amazing what EIGHT hours of sleep
Can do for me, NINE was happy as it
Was almost TEN because ELEVEN
Was coming to brunch again, TWELVE
Did come along the day going so quick
So more numbers counted once again
Which will leave us at the first number once again.
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