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 Jun 2017 Sincerely Em
Pagan Paul
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The Land of Poetica is viewed
as far as the eye can see,
reaching out to unknown shores
edging the oceans of infinity.

Each drop is a Lord or a Lady
contributing to the community,
sending out their words of Art
with no judgement nor impunity.

Though storms may hit at times
rocking the boat of security,
waves of the Lords and Ladies
save Poetica from obscurity.

from 'Selected Works'  
by Lord Pagan of Poetica


© Pagan Paul (22/06/17)
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I don't want to just get by anymore
There's so much to this life
We don't dare not afford
To lose what we were meant to do
In the striking of the cord
I don't want to just get by anymore

I don't want to spread myself too thin
I want to give all I have
In all I have to give
From this moment forward
A beginning with no end
I don't want to spread myself too thin

I don't want to just hope for a change
I want to be the one on top
Where this can be arranged
Though I don't have all the answers
I do have today
I don't want to just hope for a change

I don't want to breathe my last breath
Until all I have done
Is all that I have said
Then after all of this
I'll lay down my weary head
Sigh and happily breathe my last breath
Last kiss
Last first date
Last courtship
Last taste on your lips
Last thing you breathe in at night
Last person you fall asleep next to
Last dreams, shared
Last mistake
Last fight
Last person you gave a chance to
Last person you forgave
Last secrets
Last tears
Last pain
Last leap of faith
Last love
Last, forever
Days are never longer,
                                        nor more empty,
                                                          ­            than when you're not in them.
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                                                                                                                                .
                                                                                                                                .
What does the future have in store
that I need the strength
all these trails are supposed to be giving me?

What does my character lack
that it needs these lessons?

Or am I purely being punished?

Tell me the truth
set me free.
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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