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 May 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
Whisper into
The wind. and
Hear it tell you
To be silent. for
Only the wind may whisper
 May 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
Rambling craziness of a gambling madman
Always one slice from the suicide pie.

Taste it will you choke on the goodness,
swallow your pride gamble on that most
Of expensive of bets that's life.

First step is a long one the second never
Walked, jumped in front of the band
Wagon, always look before you walk.
Crazy I know
 May 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
I am blind to the world around, to the
Beauty that should be seen with each
Blink of my eye, a camera taking a photo
But never seeing the film within.

I could touch everything feel the senses
That are around me, touch and feel to take
It all in with a touch but my fingers are
Cold not feeling that which I could that
Is around me.

I want to breath deep, to smell life to use
My mouth to taste that which will explode
My senses, to smell it before it is consumed.
Fulfil my senses to that which have I have
Not smelt or taste before.

My sense are fine but I do not take the beauty
Of everythingin, life is to busy to see that
Around totake it in, to taste that perfect
Muffin,not just a bite to throw it in the bin.
I need to touch everything to feel what is
There not just brush past it we must take
Everything in.
 May 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
-Life-

Was the *cruellest
of gifts It gave us
Hope, but it is a coin tossed too often,
For within moments
Breath,
Beats,
Blood
Coursing through this vessel
To keep it upright, motions of every fibre
Never one without the other. But *breath
is
Fleeting, one stops then another moments
Now becoming less time life now evicted stops.


-Reaper-

That exhalation that signalled the end, taken
From you, stolen by this hand of bone
And kept like a trinket, something
That he has held to many times,
Lost,
Forgotten,
Dammed
Ones who he misplaced in that darkened place.
He was just one of the keepers charged with
But the flow from their to here. but all
Things have a purpose and so
This existence now claimed by another.

-Soul Keeper-

Was the cleaner of what was  before,
Life's distractions, deaths fingerprints,
Where cleansed from this orb of
Thought,
Conciseness,
Essence
Of what was, two shades spiral,
One white one like a smear, some where
More of one, never one purest
Pearl or charcoal . There was always a
Hint of light or dark in every orb held.

-Scales Of Judgement-

We are weighted not by the flesh or the bone,
As they are nothing once the soul is gone
Life,
Death,
Rebirth,
Are the ever moving cogs, but some
Are broken to be put in a place
Where the broken things
Live,
Rot,
Decay,
In that place never to be reborn, this is
There end place of limbos playground.
All are judged on the scales showing
the aura of there lifes deeds
Be they heaven worthy or to the pit
There moments burn, but some are
To far gone, and in limbo they stay.
The scales are the defining moment of four stages
Life,
Death,
Energy,
Judgment
On this final journey, are you worthy, to be
In the light or darkness, to be reborn or
To the nether place of broken toys.
Live your life, but remember judgement
Is only three steps from life away.
 May 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
Could I word it, I tried a thousand times,
What came forth was not what was
Expected. a quick removal spell was
Needed with all, they weren't life
Just words taken form.

"Abracadabra"

I tried as I must, for what are words
But power under breath, and I
breathed a lot, hands and knees greeted
The floor more times than you wish
To know. I would ponder the thoughts
And the way each part told.

"Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo"

But was it my wording, my accent playing
A part in all spells going wrong, was
It to much  to ask for just one thing to
Happen right not wrong.

"Alakazam"

So many to be said, different things to
Do, which one would work on what
I wondered or who.
"Dam this stick"
"Dam this book"
"Dam these words"
"SIGH"
I want to do this trick to make a wish come true.

"Open sesame"

And with that one word I had spelt all was
What was meant to be,
not guessing, mumbling, unrecognizable words
I had spelt it out, used thought and in that moment
All that I wanted.
"A rose for my mummy"  
Appeared in a petal of rainbow colours
That smelt like popcorn sweet not sugar mind you.
Given to her on mothers day, hi mum what do you think.
 May 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
In the motionless water it
Is static, carried from edge
To far by the whispers of
Breeze. It is transfixed
Between two realms, both
Transparent upon the eye.

It was motion but no more,
Life was lived but only floats
No more. Like a plastic bottle
With a hole, It takes its fill,
Slower than a stone it sinks
Like a leaf falling from a tree.

It is stillness upon the ground
And eyes are open, gentle
Stillness no noise just the
Gentleness of surroundings.
There is no breath, no life
Only motionless swaying as
What now lies at the bottom
Of this pool.
 May 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
I saw a man on the street he was
Of a sorrowed face,
Glum on what walked on by.
I spoke,
"Why do you sit there in your suit"

"He spoke"

"Got any spare faith"
"Spare some prayer"

I'm down on my luck, my suit once
White, now tarnished by the many
Names I have.

"A word is powerful"

"Religion was my gift"
"Now its my curse"

I must admit no offense, but I am of those
Of no religious consequence, I believe
In the seen not of what......

"This is my pain"
"This is why I ask for some spirit"

As he drinks back from a brown paper bag,

"Its not what you think"
"Holy water to keep my spirit up"

"OK"
"That's what they call it these days"

Look I know your lost, not finding your place
In this world, you had a good run, but we
Have graduated moved on.

"My words are used wrongly"
"Its not their spirit breaking"
"Mine is faltering as well"

"Look I know the doubt you have"
"But were not children anymore"

I point to the heavens, look up there, we're
No longer in the crib, we grew and were
Moving further out, those that believe,
You still have. But as time moves forward
Ourselves we will have faith in not
A past tense book that split us up.

"Peace be with you old man on the street"
"I haven't got a prayer"
"But a few coins for food of thought"

And I left him, looking back as him
I saw him palms joined together,
Hearing these words spoken out.

"Got any spare faith"
**"Spare some prayer"
 May 2015 Paula Lee
Poetic T
An appearance from where noises were in twilight
Moving in silence towards the rising horizon.

Moments of life birthed in to a new beginning,
Breaking the waters and new creation risen anew.

Emergence upon a brand new day breathed forth,
Life visualized, smiles at the sight of a new day
What dawn can symbolize its not only sunrise
~~
When so much light around
but you say the dark
I could not understand
my top layer

When I was in the womb
Then, and not
But there was light
Then when I saw your universe that you have made
everything was there

My playing companions
The Sun
The Moon
My beloved,
And that delighted
Night's north star was
on her forehead  
Where all of my senses have
grown up

Then at one sudden night of the new moon
I saw a thick overlay on the sky,
between you and me
The North Star has disappeared

I think that you were true
In the dark I find my known world
One by one,
Trying out through the thick layer

It seems to cover the end
As light yellow yolk
See a light-colored tint
which awakens my sixth sense again

A shadowy obsession
Which has yet to create an illusion
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
illusion
~~
 Apr 2015 Paula Lee
Traveler
BREATHE
 Apr 2015 Paula Lee
Traveler
And so here we are
Page after page
Hearts on fire
Exposing parts unseen
Beneath harden surfaces
Wounds unclean
Broken still we dream
On and on we pen
And so we breathe again
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