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 Jul 2019 Trelon Grant
Pagan Paul
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Through a forest glade
and down a narrow path
there stands a sacred tree
with its heart torn in half.

Bramble clings to its trunk
ivy covers over its bark,
reaching up for the light
fighting against the dark.

Forgotten by the woods,
ignored in a crowded place,
for it yearns for attention,
just a little tender grace.



© Pagan Paul (27/06/19)
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when words fail you
silence smothers you
fears surround you
you borrow inside yourself


                   waiting


                              till that special friend

                         brings you back

your heart and mind
Forget when I wrote this
 Jun 2019 Trelon Grant
ryn
Is there love for another?
Much like this?
One's that unconditional,
unrestricted.
One so free...
That skeptical eyes would miss.

The beauty in such a commitment,
can't be quantified in greens or gold.
Unbound by petty materialism...
That jingles and folds.

It's invaluable...
Only to the ones who would see
and acknowledge it.
It's coveted only by those
who fearlessly dare
to embrace it.

So...

Strive for unconditional love.
For it is the greatest gift,
anyone could receive
and bestow.
For it will be the sun
that fires
the beats in your heart.
For it is the abundant glow
cascading...
From the moon's
limitless flow.
 Jun 2019 Trelon Grant
Gods1son
To God, I give all the glory to
'cause His word only is true
So no matter what I go through
I'm confident He will see me through

I'm walking on the water that
was meant to drown me
I'm cooling off with the fire that
was meant to burn me

I'm living a life of victories
Flipping adversity into testimonies
'cause winning is my heritage
I'm backed by a power that's limitless
 Jun 2019 Trelon Grant
ryn
He speaks with conviction.
He recites the truth.
He reminds me of the pitfalls,
and the consequence
of actions uncouth.

He warns me of me.
He is the voice of reason.
He's forward and knows no subtlety.
He is the failsafe,
the adult and caution.

He challenges me always.
He is unforgiving with his words.
He's always into blacks and whites;
Never the greys.
Between us,
he's the lighthouse in my head.
My saviour,
my invisible third.
'You don't know this new me, i put back my pieces differently.'
I have loved the moon too fondly
To ever be fearful of the night
And I mustn’t forget this
The stars shining so bright

The tide rolls in and out
I can feel it in my heart

I could get forever lost
Inside the moon’s touch
As it’s controlling my being
For it I’m truly always fiending

The tide rolls in and out
I can feel it in my heart

Come with me and play
Let go of your mind’s decay
I am so fond of the moon
That the night leaves so soon

The tide rolls in and out
I can feel it in my heart

The tide rolls in and out
I can feel it in my heart

The history,
Often repeated
Seldom deleted

Although
Mostly manipulated
Suitably stipulated

Yet
Differently, it can be interpreted
And in the process it is re-created

Is the history,
Always been a mystery??


The politicians present the history, best suitable to themselves. And in the process they're creating a new. History often been a mystery....
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