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 Jun 2017 andi
Pagan Paul
The Gift
 Jun 2017 andi
Pagan Paul
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The serpent around my eye
in perpetuity eating its tail.
A sigil to represent fluidity,
sheds its skin to no avail.

The Truths play around my head in loops eternal,
infinite possibilities of *******,
fractal gems cavorting in lustrous oceans,
that cleanse an hours disgrace.

Pan-Dimensional
and Omni-Directional
Truths are connecting.

Ouroboros, protector of the Tree of Life,
his apple is the gift of Knowledge.
Are those tempted weak and futile?
or hungry for the secrets of Cronos.
The fruit of Wisdom picked, and devoured,
in the garden quest for clarity.

And the serpent around my eye,
like a monocle allowing sight,
flows Truths into my mind,
reflecting matrices taken to flight.

© Pagan Paul (09/06/17)
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If someone asks a question
that appears to be a riddle.
Just play it really safe
and put a Haiku in the middle  ;-)
PPx
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 Jun 2017 andi
Hope White
Sunday
 Jun 2017 andi
Hope White
I didn't even ask
To be your sun
Or your moon.

All I wanted
was to be
Your Sunday afternoons.

How many empty calendars spaces
I wasted,
Waiting for you.
 Apr 2017 andi
Savannah Charlish
When I first started writing
I started writing poetry for men

Now I do it for myself
And those poor ******* are just collateral damage
 Mar 2017 andi
Jim Marchel
In My Bed
 Mar 2017 andi
Jim Marchel
I wanted it to be you
I bled for it to be you
I prayed for it to be you
But there was always someone else
In my bed
 Mar 2017 andi
Xavier Arnold
Fire
 Mar 2017 andi
Xavier Arnold
think
contract
burn
fuse

bound
creator
burn
fuse

silence
shatter
burn
fuse

observe
teach
burn
fuse

trick
escape
burn
fuse

love
reason
burn
fuse
I should be doing homework
 Mar 2017 andi
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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 Mar 2017 andi
Chris
zoom, zoom
 Mar 2017 andi
Chris
you know those hills
that you take with
your car
and it sends your
guts into your heart?

yeah, i wanna
live life
like that.
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