#regeneration
On a butcher's list
until I'm broken, broken, broken into 1000 pieces
knees bleeding
lips stop quivering
until the started work finishes!
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC
The water in my well is deeper and no longer bitter.
The river of life flowing into me and flowing out from me is no longer just a trickle in a sunbaked riverbed.
No matter how long
and hard the
journey has been
I take back what I lost
I take back what I wasted
and I take back what
was taken from me
whilst locked in a universally
human functionalized social
and spiritualized trance.
I take back my hope!
I take back my faith!
I take back my peace!
I take back my joy!
I take back what
was taken from me!!!
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC
As I rotate without and within
When I’ve died I’ll be born yet again
I’ve come and I’ve gone
Like the dusk and the dawn
Can a cycle be said to begin?
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
my friend came by the other day
as a leaf in the wind he has blown
from street to street
town to town.
a wanderer he may be
but not at heart--
he longs to be attached
to a tree
any tree.
in spring and summer the leaves
are green and
attached.
summer slowly dries them out as the tree
prepares for winter.
my friend the dry brown leaf
blows in his perpetual autumn.
we all grow in our own time
and season:
winter dormancy
spring regeneration
summer fulfillment
fall preparing for the
inevitable
season of death.
these seasons of the soul
are the very essence of our existence.
they teach us
temper us
fulfill us.
but there are those who do not see
the purpose of the seasons.
to them winter means only
cold
snow
desolation.
spring means only
rain
mud
flooding.
summer means
beauty to mock
the heart in
winter.
i trust in the wisdom of the seasons.
nature teaches us lessons in her cycles.
let the l
e
a
f
fall to the ground.
let it rot into cold
stark
winter
desolation.
spring will come.
bleak gray will become bright colours
of spring.
the beauty will fade again but will
reappear in winter's own stark beauty
though it may be cold and gray.
then spring will come.
spring-will-come !!!
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 7:23 AM UTC
Few maple leaves
hop
on the wooden surface,
their
burgundy
contrasts with the polished
brown of the semi-circular deck
the playful wind drives them
off,
the grass hugs the dried skins, giving
them a final home, in the back-garden.
they are reborn as tiny
stalks
in the same yard
in
the spring!
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 6:02 PM UTC
Castles of sand,
on a magnificent beach.
With stroll of Time,
great heights they reach.
A palace of dreams,
with towers of smiles,
Here lurk emotions a Bit too coy
like love Madness and infinite joy.
Castles of sand,
That live no more.
Destroyed by waves,
pounding sea shore.
From oceans of reality,
with waters of jealousy,
Bring winds of grief-
from Gulf of hypocrisy.
Castles of sand,
standing once again.
Resurrected from fall,
and its endless pain.
Rebuilt by hope,
Strengthened by belief,
decorated with faith
and secured with relief.
Castles of sand,
On a sea swept shore,
Waiting to fall,
And relive once more.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
What is waiting for my weight—
for the matter I carry,
for the energies bonded within me?
What is lying dormant—
anticipating the day
when my body lays itself down—
so it may drink from my cisterns
and eat from my stores?
What will come into Being
from my ceasing to Be?
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
Bowed heads weeping death
Spotless lamb reborn three days
Trumpets sound return!
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC
Tick tock around it goes,
the clock shall soon strike twelve
and the one I knew for oh so long
will be but a passing dream.
His face will change, his body too
but not his mind or soul.
He’ll fight to stay, but burns so bright
that in the end he’ll have to go.
This is not the first time,
and will not be the last,
but new memories will form
and my time with him
shall soon be ancient past.
We fought, we lived,
we learned, we loved,
we walked among the stars,
but in the end one life can never be enough
for the man who lives a life so different from ours.
He’ll soon move on, and start anew
he’ll leave us all behind.
Searching every face, day in, day out
we put trust in all his lies, and wait forever
for someone who’ll never come back.
Tick tock around it goes,
the clock shall soon strike twelve,
and once again he is no more,
replaced by someone new.
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 5:53 PM UTC
.
*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)
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 6:15 AM UTC
waves orchestrate
bruised kisses
smack
dazed moon’s
beclouded stare
numb
teal canopy’s
torn sinew
strewn
tidal riposte
homeless debris
scars
shattered fins’
bullied silence
screams
callous world
spawns grinding
vice
rabid avarice
fuels dueling
drive
winds stir
shifting sands
gasp
light eclipses
night’s capricious
rule
noon darkness
steep ransom’s
paid
earth salvaged
true Son
stands
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC
From the ashes
All my words are bulletproof;
Shout at me and your words I will use.
Everything I took from you,
Left me feeling battered and bruised.
Things are always meaningless,
Unless you take them to your chest.
Then they become more than less;
Letters become sentences.
Power comes from inside your mind;
Thoughts are gold and these thoughts are mine.
I would change the world if I could find the time,
But wishes explode and the remains rise up into the sky.
Lightning never strikes here twice,
So build a home after a lightning strike.
From the air into the ground;
My whole world comes crashing down.
Pick my life up with a dust pan and brush;
I am broken – I am trust.
I could never give a fudge,
To anyone that I didn’t love.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC
I was a dense forest of wild desires
love engulfed it as a sudden wild fire,
lit by a spark your kohl rimmed eye emitted,
Never do I want to put it out, not in this life,
as burning for what you've kindled within me
is pure bliss,I realize, mon amie
The embers are alive, giving warmth
while the forest of desires regenerates
at a speed I haven't known ever before.
***
നീ പകര്ന്ന പ്രണയച്ചൂടില്എരിയുകയാണ് ഞാനിപ്പോഴും.
ഞാന് വന്യകാമനകളുടെ സാന്ദ്ര,നിബിഡവനം,
നിന്മഷിക്കണ്ണിലെ തീപ്പൊരി തെറിച്ച്
പെട്ടന്നതില് പടര്ന്ന കാട്ടുതീയാണീപ്രണയം.
അത്കെടുത്താന് എനിക്കീ ജന്മമില്ല,മോഹം.
നീപകര്ന്നു തന്നതിനായ് എരിയുവതേ എന്
പ്രിയ കാമിനി, നിര്വൃതി യെന്നറിവൂ ഞാന്.
കനലുകളുടെസുഖോഷ്മളത ഉള്ളില്പ്പടരവേ,
ഇതുവരെഞാനറിയാത്തൊരു തീവ്ര മാംത്വരയോടെ
വികാരമഹാവിപിനം വീണ്ടുമിതാ ഉണരുകയാണിവിടെ.
(In Malayalam translation)
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
I was a forest of wild desires
love engulfed it as wild fire,
lit by a spark from your eyes.
Never did I want to put it out,as
burning for what you gave me
was pure bliss,I realize.
The embers are alive, giving warmth
while the forest of desires regenerates
at a speed I haven't known ever before.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
My friend came by the other day.
As a leaf in the wind he has blown
From street to street
Town to town.
A wanderer he may be
but not at heart.
He longs to be attached to a tree
Any tree.
In spring and summer the leaves are green
And
attached.
Summer slowly dries them out as the tree
Prepares for winter.
My friend, the dry brown leaf
Blows in his perpetual autumn.
We all grow in our own time and season:
Winter dormancy
Spring regeneration
Summer fulfillment
Fall preparing for the
Inevitable
season of death.
These seasons of the soul
Are the very essence of our existence.
They teach us
Temper us
Fulfill us.
But there are those who do not see
The purpose of the seasons.
To them winter means only
Cold
Snow
Desolation.
Spring means only
Rain
Mud
Flooding.
Summer means
Beauty to mock
The heart in winter.
I trust in the wisdom of the seasons.
Nature teaches us lessons in her cycles.
Let the l
e
a
f
fall to the ground.
Let it rot into cold
Stark
Winter
Desolation.
Spring will come.
Bleak gray will become bright colours
Of spring.
The beauty will fade again but will
Reappear in winter's own stark beauty
Though it may be cold and gray.
Then spring will come.
Spring will come!!!
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
The leaves first healthy and green
Reaching up to eternity
Then turning red, then gold and rust
And falling, translucent in their glory
Only their veins showing, organic lace;
The tree's honest history.
Only their slightly different shape
Remains a mystery,
Remembered by those who might've seen
As if in a fog, mistily
With just the few days of it's life
Lived blissfully.
These are the children, the ephemera
Of our trees
Giving, sharing, growing, expanding
Repeating generously
To populate our world with breath
Suffering death constantly
Being reborn silently to us;
Sentinels of majesty.
These are benefactors of life
For all of you and me
Casting themselves up from dirt
To our reality
Whether we believe it or know it.
They give voicelessly,
And that is what it means to be a tree
If you are leaves set free.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC
The hair on my head has never been touched by you.
Every couple years we gain new cells and skin too.
One day I will never have been touched by you.
One day you won't know me.
I'll only be a distant memory.
Let me fade into the background of your mind.
You don't need me in your life.
Please move on.
I'm not the girl you used to know,
I'm a woman now.
Full grown.
You were always full of lies.
Your butterflies have morphed into nothing more but flies.
I wish you would leave.
My eyes are dry can't you see?
When I see your face or the back of your head,
My heart starts to pound.
Not in love or excitement.
But in a nervous, anxious, fright.
Your memories are lost in the depths of my mind.
But when anyone mentions your name...
They crash forward like a tidal wave.
All the laughs and smiles...
All the lies and cries...
The hurt.
The betrayal.
One day...
You will have never touched me.
Let me fade in your memories.
I'm new.
Reborn.
I'm not the girl you used to know.
I'm a woman now.
Full grown.
No longer naive.
Or filled with silly dreams.
My hair you once touched...
Long chopped off.
And in another couple of years,
My cells and skin will be new too.
One day I will have a body you have never touched.
So let me fade in your memory.
I'm not the girl you used to know.
I'm a woman now.
Full grown.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
In bareness life sheds
Melting our essences
To fear our termination
In caskets it all ends
In excess life mends
A regeneration read
Generations transpired
For eons we existed
In neutral life tends
Unscripted to rest
Reassessed to subsist
Repressed to matter
Thou shan't fear death
Embraceth thine destiny
Immortalised in shrines
Till the universe climaxes
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
When we met again,
the flower was wilting and sad
"I don't want to die, so early"she said
"Heal me, I've seen you doing it before"
"I love you" I whispered gently to her
and waited, saw her face once again
turning radiant, in an instance
in love she believes, listens to its prompts
healing power of love, is evident yet again.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
We are all flowers in this world,
Merely here to decorate the earth
Before God decides to pick us
For his bouquet of humanity.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel
Like I'm fading,
Disappearing into an ocean
Of people like the
Translucent moon
In the daytime sky.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
There is nothing like
A crisp morning
To remind you
That even after
The darkest night,
There is rebirth.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC