Hard times fall
Like the winter snow
Each flake melts morose

Gaze here I
As a snowman
With eyes
Melting away my soul

For It's so hard to get by
And I keep wondering why
I even bother with my carrot nose

Hard times fall
And now I dissolve

Into a puddle

i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.

Heads up
We're all gonna die
Heart's finally quit
Eye's no longer cry
From our birth
It's one big struggle
Even the rich
Have their troubles
So...gender up
Take that helm
Life's too short
To simply settle
I'm talking to myself
There's no one else
More worth gunning for
Politics and Mother Earth
Will always be at war
We came alone
That's how we leave
Life began form a single seed
And empty vessel
Full of needs
Thirsty, hungry
Selfish greed
That's how we started
You and even me
But what of the other end
Do we lose
Or will we win?
.....................................

Whispered softly
Heard clearly
By the loved ones
Silence unspoken
Familial or familiar
It’s the beating hearts
Over the distance
Together In silence

.
A door opens with creaking sounds,
inwards to a dark and cool room,
untouched for many hundreds of years,
barely a flicker lights the gloom.

Peeling decoration whispers
at a past richly bottled in wealth,
now nearly empty except for
a curious book upon a shelf.

Bound and covered in lizard skin,
with words that swim on the pages,
shades and shadows cross together,
spells cast by the ancient sages.

A long bony index finger
tracing symbols down an old spine,
pre-history condensed in leafs,
that unfold through space and time...



© Pagan Paul (09/11/19)

.
Lay me down upon the moss,
cover me with autumn leaves,
rest my body in the forest
to be swallowed by the trees,
and let the fleeting moments
whisper my name to the breeze,
as the cool earth welcomes me,
let me go with comfortable ease.



© Pagan Paul (27/10/19)

.
So feint the rhythm of life,
a weak pulse seeking to hide,
the smell of fresh rain coming,
as clouds build high on the side.
Long waiting for cool moisture,
the promise is close at hand,
teasing out the breaking heart,
the rhythm of life unplanned.


© Pagan Paul (28/07/19)