The tree
has no need
to believe
in God
or son of man
no rhyme
or reason
at all
through time
the Kings and Queens
will fall
but the tree
still stands
so tall.

.
Gaze ye not
'pon the misfortune
of the Harlequin,
his dead eyes
will see nothing
of your heart.
Pity ye not
the clown 'pon
his misery bed
of Narcissus petals.
Emotion has thieved
its own fortune,
carrying the weight
of bitter experience.
The furnace, long cold.
Never the embers
glow in his soul,
trapped in a world
when life cares not,
nor matters to the afflicted,
who is mocked
by thy Gaze.



© Pagan Paul (11/11/18)

.
She had walked the path every day
since her love had gone to sea.
To the woods upon the cliffs
to tie a ribbon on their secret tree.

Every noon for a thousand years
since her love had sailed away.
A thousand green ribbons hang
as testament to their lovers play.

At midday on the thousand and first
she broke down and loudly cried.
No need for her ribbons now,
the secret tree had fallen and died.



© Pagan Paul (17/10/18)

I sang
The words
Of
Silence

I sang
The words
Of
Pain

I sang
The words
Of
Damnation

I sang
The words
That I
Meant

I remember these words
Vibrating
Inside my throat
Clawing outward

I remember these words
Burns on my arms
Branding me
With names and numbers

Words that soothe
Yet still
Ache

I sang
The words
That
Blind you



© Sofia Villagrana 2018