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 Mar 2017 precious joy
Pagan Paul
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How I wish I could lay my head
down gently on your thighs,
to make you moan and sigh aloud
and slowly close your eyes.

How I wish I could use my tongue
and give you more than rhyme,
to bring a flush up to your cheek,
of feelings beyond space and time.

How I wish that I could speak
in words of feathered certainty
and so entice your curious mind
to lay down with me for eternity.
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© Pagan Paul (2017)
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For the Muse I have yet to meet.
For the Lady I have yet to undress.
For the Lover I have yet to eat.
For the Goddess I have yet to impress.
I continue searching for you.
PPx
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Who cast this magic
that doesn't let me get wet
even when it rains

Who cast this magic
That doesn't **** me
Even after I have died

Who will be able to tell why
I am not moving
Even though I am walking

Who will be able to tell why
I am not living
Even though I am alive

Is it a lightning or is it a breeze
Is it the sun or the moon
Or is it the flowers and the birds
I am being tormented
without understanding
What's happening to me

Is it a beautiful color of LOVE or
A cruelty of fate
That is playing in my life

Sometimes it is a thing of kindness
Sometimes it is a thing of cruelty

Sometimes it is a thing of tears
Sometimes it is a thing of joy

My eyes refuse to close and
want to announce the entire world,
The silence feels like a lullaby
During day LOVE is caring like a mother
During night it harasses like a monster

During day LOVE is seeking you like a DOTING father
During night it caresses me like peacock feather

This situation of losing my way
with out losing never stops

This situation of losing my mind
Without going mad never ends

LOVE follows you with out ever
letting you go,
but you won't be able to see it

This thing that kills
without killing must be TRUE LOVE
It is a ANGEL that lives within me
without giving any warning
I feel something drilling
inside me that must surely be PURE LOVE

Now I see my soul being shattered
That must be ETERNAL LOVE

Who cast this magic
that doesn't let me get wet
even when it rains

Who cast this magic
That doesn't **** me
Even after I have died

It must be TRUE LOVE


What is a poet without an audience?
When I write, I write from my heart.
What does it matter if it's torn apart?
I have to live with these regrets,
I never tried hard enough, make every
Last mess. I will be gone soon, you will see,
And no one in their perfect little world will ever
Miss me. But that's why there's the internet,
Fake modern life, to let you feel as if
You are free.
A short poem about my life
I slip and fall, behold the water all around, this daze, the overlit tiny
space, hospital, looking at me, doctors piercing gaze.
This is it! I feel their needles pierce my side, fill me with that which
will put out my lights.
I scream and in a rush they tilt my head back and let the pills
go down my throat. I was the one who got myself trapped
by this modern castle moat.
Should have known better, but still I cry, this is it, I'll set fire
to the skies, and no one will ever again sing me sterile lullabies!

*Tick
Tock
Clock
Years
Fears
Covered the empty bed sheets
Tears
Vague memories burned into my skull
Like a flashing bulb
****
All pain is gone
The chills
Spills
Backwards
Slipping into a near coma
From my FREE drug induced state
Speeding heart rate, and yet you,
Sifting through bottles
For that one last pill
To free your cowardly self
From having any free will.
 Mar 2017 precious joy
Hannah
I often wonder,
as I gaze at the sky,
if all those stars
that shine so bright,
are really just hearts,
captured by the moon
in the dead of night.
~ mine is the North Star.


The LOVE we are seeking
Will unite us someday, sometime

After all we have gone through
After all the ups and down
(For you it is UP
For me it is down)

When the shadows of our past
Will be lighted by YOUR soul
When the clouds will finally rain
When the waves will touch
The shores of my desert
When your bees will sit
On my flowery soul
When yours stars will dance
On my moonlit dark sky
When the breeze will sing
A song of LOVE every morning

The LOVE we are seeking
Will unite us someday, sometime


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