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Although you seek truth,
I disparage your reason;
look toward heaven.
Our lips speak much, but our hearts stay silent.
If you love through lust it will surely lead to violence.
Love isn't what one expects it to be, but spoken from the lips inevitably it will never be.
When the sea of mind becomes confused and desolate, the anger inside is portrayed through hesitance.
So to you I say,
stay relevant,
holding true to your heart,
just for the hell of it.
Life's Better When You're Dreaming
Of a Transcendental World
With Deliverance and Freedom
Under a Sky of Neon Pearls,
Where the Populace are Former Loves
All Gathered in the Clouds
And Lend an Ear, for Bygone Cheer
So Memoirs can be Ploughed.

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
Of Archaic Silver Screen
Parading Lavish Garments
And Conversing with James Dean,
Where Bowler Hats are Stock Attire
And Pea-coats Line the Hall
And Champagne Flutes, Say 'Fill your Boots'
To an Infinite Curtain Call.

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
Of a Ride on the Good Ship Hope
With Secret Codes and Yellow-bricked Roads
And ***** with the Pope,
Where Lotus-eaters Man The Decks
And White Rabbits Scale the Mast
We'll Sail Away, On a Tranquil Day
And Pervade the Ocean Vast.

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
Of Unblemished Skin and Bone
On a Bed of Fragrant Petals
On which Countless Seeds are Sewn,
Where Laborious Figures Embrace as One
Compelling Magnets to Concede
And Music will, Amuse them 'till
They Repeat the Final Scene.

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
That all the World's a Stage
And that Pair are a Distant Footnote
On the Thirty Thousandth Page,
Where the Cast are Poised in Waiting
And the Finale is About to Start
They Take a Bow, And this Tells Me How
I Came to Play this Part.

*December 2010 (Completed April 2011)
The line 'All the world's a stage' is taken from 'As You Like' by William Shakespeare
You watched your life, Flickering through the trees
I heard your pain, Whistling in the breeze
You were only seventeen, Curiosity in reams

The wood was the place, where you were misinformed
You were naive, I'll shelter you from the storm
You were only seventeen, Curiosity in reams

It is time you stood against the treachery and grime
You lost your innocence but soon the bells will chime
Please open up your heart because loving is not a crime
And just maybe one day you will be free,
I know someday you will be free


You bore that child, Sent her out into the world
Make sure she is safe, Like a sail that has been furled
She will soon be seventeen, Let her follow all your dreams,

And let your tarnished halo gleam.

Then she will be free,
Then you will be free


*(September 2010)
Why is it so lonely without you?
Why after trying million times
To be normal, i find it so cold
So lost n blank, without any clue?
Where is that love gone?
The innocent stares, like twirls of air
Which got me so out of place
Where's that warmth of the dawn?
Why do we fight irrelevantly?
Why can’t it be like before
Just the both of us, without the world
To interfere n treat us unjustly?
Is it wrong to love? to find happiness?
Coz if it is then i admit, I'm guilty
But can’t the punishment be reconsidered
And made a little less?
Why do we suffer this gap?
We don’t need this anyway
Why can’t we start afresh, kick the society
Live forever happily in nature's lap?....
Answer me.......i need you :'( ...n need u just d way u r.......forever..till infinity and beyond
i dnt hav the courage to  bear it anymore.
Paul?                do you dream in colours.               Yes I do.
I ask?                do you smell your dreams.            To be filled in by you.
Paul?                do you like women.                         Yes I do.
I ask?                do you know yourself.                    To be filled in by you.
Paul?                do you have favorit food.               Yes I do.
I ask?                do you taste what you think.          To be filled in by you.

                                               Just some examples for you all
                                                                          from me this man called Paul.
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