Who am I,
I don’t know anymore,
I lost myself long ago.
I lost pieces of myself,
In those inner landscapes.
I’m struggling to find the pieces,
I can’t remember their names.
I forgot how I got here.
Where do I go from here?
We live on the ripples of a beating heart
Sailing wide across a great black sea
Each pulses like falling raindrops
As we drift on the surface of destiny
We know the struggles and the storms to come
Foundations the turmoils of passing winds
Are scattering on our way towards the sun
Were raised by none but the breathe of our will
We become landscapes the further we are drawn
Cold mountains, dense forests, oceans and such,
On our carved existence all promise to be found
As we roam from mood to mood, from thought to thought
We understand at last what the touch reconciles
When we start to realize what we had always known
That the world was always ours, and it dawns on our mind
That the rainfall had stopped while we’ve landed home
Written in June 2019 - for an exhibition in Peking.
he painted flourishing gardens
and stunning landscapes
using a palette of superb
in his homeland they toast
him with champagne
for his canvases hang
in their art gallery's lane
his works are worth
many millions of dollars
and they've been studied
by generations of scholars
of the impressionist style
he had brush daubing
down to a tee
paint me a picture
if you possibly can
that will tell me
of this creative man
A white cloud covered landscape
It feels like a dream
My life started on it
I have run over a million times
my little legs to huge feet
got enough space to walk on.
the beauty in water and landscapes
I have thought a million times over
accepting all kinds of sizes and shapes
The tree spread over gives me the shade
The oxygen and life spreaded all over
The bounty of love given to us
A sleep in between the blue and green cover
home to lives of the minutest
The one sided love has stressed the earth
It's aging twice to thrice extra every second
Our toxic nature has done enough hurt
A day of remembrance is just not enough.
Raw landscapes shape the far distance
Brutal terrain tests our endurance
A greeting with coldness
A sheet of fog invites us
Raw landscapes welcome us with silence.
Deep within the spacial abyss that is my brain
There lies a little blue planet called “Paul”.
Hidden away from most of reality
This world is full of wondrous dreams.
Its drifting continents are full of sporting arenas,
Traditional pubs and inns
And swarms of gorgeous women.
Lofty mountains overlook sandy beaches
Fringed by sun kissed palms.
Endless vistas of hill and dale
Teeming with Life.
There is a Dark Side too:
I have my “Mordor” for sure
And my own Sauron.
Lands full of man eating wasps
Fearful ghouls and witches
And torture chambers
Full of dental equipment.
Which take on a life
Of their own.
But let’s focus on the Brightness here:
The music and poetry
And even dance
A place where we can “Get Around”
To Beach Boys harmonies,
Rock to Chuck Berry
And enjoy whatever delights Carlsberg can conjure up,
If not a pint of “*****’s Beer”
© PB 10\5\2018.
Welcome to Planet Paul.
Canyons of deep purple
Echoing with silent cries
So much grief, so much hardship
Hidden beneath happy eyes
It's a muted colour, often unnoticed
Bold colours are so much nicer and easier to see
Beautiful and happy
Life filled and free
Its the undertones that build up the bright
Mould the landscapes
The mountains and vallies of who we are
It's there swirling brushstrokes that outline our shape
Though they are layered over
With the thick oil paint smiles
They are still real, still raw
The base coat for all life trials
I'm back! Sorry I haven't posted in while, the site wasn't working for me. Happy New Year!. Skye:)
Apprehensive cyan breaths split
the fallen bodies, extinguished flames,
stolen landscapes drawn in dreams
a sudden jump-start,
heartbeats flicker when he nears
When Landscapes Invite
Festivities Of Mind
To Peaceful Sunrise's
Serene Calmness Starts Whispering
Sincere As Zephyrs Breeze
Among Not-barren Branches
Of The World
Oh ~This Lovely Beauty
Vanilla Pink And Gently White
Like Cosmic Sermon For My Solemn Petaled Soul
This Lovely Beauty
So ~ Utterly
Those Sailings Over Torrid Oceans
Tender Tempest Temporal Torcher
Wise Man''s River Siddhu Heart
Laments Languid Wave
Writing On This Music Foundation:
On A Quantuum Level Everything Becomes Here
My Soulful Poem
Has Just Touched Your~Self Absorbed
Inwardly Written Genius