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The pained and broken often say
that the answers lay in the dark.
Amongst the old shattered pieces
each little torture leaves its mark.

Each scar born holds a sad story
containing fragments of feeling.
Therein lays the whole of truth
and the first spark of a healing.

So what of the shining light
that is supposed to show the way.
All the answers lay in the dark,
so the pained and broken say.



© Pagan Paul (28/06/18)
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Exploring some of the aspects of depression to try
to understand my own BPD and depression better.
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Dishonoring a woman’s
       Vulnerability
       Will cause her
    To sealed  her heart
Like a flower exposed
  In the scorching heat
      And I pledge
It will be impenetrable
To redeem her bloom
Once you’ve proven
You cannot be trusted
      Be the heart
       That lights
    Another heart
Share your heart songs
   With compassion
        Diversely
      Don’t share it
            At all
We will fulfill LOVE's promises
The sun, the moon, the stars, the night
We will fulfill LOVE's vows
The flowers, the clouds, the breeze, the birds
Our LOVE will remain like this nature's bounty

When fate made us meet
We met at the horizon
Where the sky meets the earth

When LOVE happened between us
The BLUE became red, yellow and orange

We've experienced a blissful heaven
Where all inner-flowers bloom
And our heart-bees hum
As if we have found our SOUL
Made for each other

We became each other's
Candle and light
Moon and stars
Clouds and rain
Sun and sunshine
Sadness and tears
Joys and happiness

Our souls-connect awakened
All colors of dormant LOVE
Like a single rainbow of VIBGYOR

Come and let us become ONE forever
Let us fulfill our LOVE's promises
Let us fulfill our LOVE's vows

Even as strangers -
Our LOVE recognized each other
Our happiness and sadness merged
Into LOVE's joyful tears

Our LOVE story shows the world
True LOVE never dies
True LOVE lives forever
Such mad and true LOVERS
Like Romeo-Zuliet, Layla Majnun -
Our LOVE re-creates LOVE's essentials

How much ever the mind tries to reason out
"Oh heart, please do not LOVE"
But...
Like the moon glowing
In dark sky of the night
Like the sun shining
In the blue skies of the day
Our LOVE could not be hidden
By any human practicality prisons

The heart where LOVE flames are ignited
The coals catches the ember glow
Is the sanctum of LOVE's idol
The molten lava of LOVE
Melts the life's hardened stone-rocks

Let our life take us any where
Unaware of the journey
And/or the destination
Let it not change our LOVE a bit
In attempt to live life
Seeking "Spiritual enlightenment"
Let us worship with devotion
Our LOVE's divine blessings
Because...
LOVE is our NIRVANA

Our bond of LOVE is strong
As strong as nature's permanence

We will unite in ONE-LOVE within our core
Like two galaxies merging into ONE Black-Hole
VIBGYOR - Vilet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, Red
Each of us have been granted with unequivocal inner beauty
Steady and true till days end, are the magnificent qualities of thy soul
It is with the only known magic this world possesses that we are able to discover our true selves
Never stop searching
For when this occurs you have truly stopped living
I have an interesting infatuation with ones “soul.” However I don’t believe that’s a bad thing
Ask in prayer and believe,
maintain the faith and
you'll recieve
Keep the faith always. If you lost that, you'e already lost.
 Jun 2018 Robin Carretti
fifth
Before, I was a young child
Standing innocently beside
a rusty green gate
that separated my anxieties
from the harsh land
and rough air


I breathe in, slowly,
as if to memorize
the patterns my body makes
Expanding then imploding
A perfect metaphor
for how a mind makes its
own maze and how everyone
of us wants to escape


Stalemate
Continually playing chess
against my own self-consciousness
Nay, my very own Tyler Durden
Sometimes I lose track of time
And all of a sudden things
whisper back to me
Inaudible, I shrug as I lay
stationary in my bed
Looking straight up at the ceiling
Green, white, I do not know


I remember things
Remembering is peculiar
Moments seem like dreams now
I cling to it
And I feel tired
What is my connection then?
To that young child
A picture on the wall
and the face of a man,
grown and ragged due to the
rigors of modern times


Everybody wished they can go back
At least once
I know, I can't speak for everybody
But, truly, deep inside me
A longing for the past
that seems so uncharacteristic of life
Colors, mentioned only in name
Faces, blurry and distorted
Places, forcing us to smile at
happy memories or frown upon them
Yet, I can never connect again


Someone said to me that the potential of
humans are equivalent to
an explosion of a million hydrogen bombs
One for every molecule in our body
How I wish I could explode
Not like a hydrogen bomb
Dynamite will do
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