**** the witch
hogtied to this
thin-skinned wagon
packed with privilege
call me wicked
if it makes it easier
view my plight
as one of my own making
I should have done
as I was told

Brand me traitor
as dust obscures
this timeworn scene
I know what it means
to be a whole divided
drawn and quartered
dragged to all four corners
left for buzzards
along the walled
deserted borders

scattered limbs
seeking unity
I reach for what’s mine
only to find
healing hands
too tightly praying
too busy manufacturing
high ground
in this time
of righteousness

Label me other
as I diverge
light the skies
with fireworks red
belt patriot songs
I will not mouth
empty words
to an anthem
I no longer
believe in

do you know of the Light
that fills your entirety?
or the Pure Magic
your existence brings?
that you’re beyond
the pain you see?
that your darkness
is only stirred
so that your Light
can dance to
it’s off-beat?

i hope that you see
the painful parts of
being human
are your Soul’s most
valuable seeds
your tears are the
nourishment to
the Blooming Garden
Inside of You

your body is a mountain
running with streams
unparalleled in beauty
and endless in glee

your worth extends beyond
the physical realm that you see
LOVE fills every corner of your
Interstellar BEing

you exist in
every heart that beats
shine in every star you see
everyday you wake from sleep
you breathe the Cosmic Destiny

i had learned more from my eyes being closed
than from seeing. more from dreams and
imagining than life. More from books and poems
than from the streets.
A little more from my upbringing
than my bringing myself up.
More from love than lust.
More from life than
paying bills
and accumulating things.
I had the chances.

Take a peek inside his poems
if you really want to know him.
He hides himself deep, immersed
a tiny piece in every verse.

Take a peek and take your time
savour the moment of every line.
Relish the thought of what lies there
and appreciate his soul laid bare.

© Pagan Paul (31/08/16)

Have the fire and passion
To think large
Let those good ideas roam in your mind
As you thrive and take charge
You are in command
Success depends on you
Build your world accordingly
And see your way through

Gently, she goes
as soft as a fawn
opens the window
and waits for the dawn
fireflies glow
wind caresses her face
as she sheds all the shadows
not leaving a trace
She dons velvet darkness
wrapped in its cloak
releases all poisons,
                 sylphlike,
             in smoke
She is preparing for battle
in her own, quiet way
She only wants wholeness
as she breaks through the gray
For soon she will weave
prismatic wonders of spells
her own inner aurora
lighting heaven from hell
For suffered she has
and it's time to forgive
unlock self-made prisons
and let herself live
and now as sunrise approaches
stars still in sight
she turns the skeleton key
and glides
into
             flight

that blows a breath of hope
through the hottest day
that  stagnant dry beating down skin
on fire day in June
where your hair's on fire
in the shade
and  the earth exhales
like a thirsty
panting frothy mouthed dog
on the edge of a mirage
that keeps getting farther away
with every step
the pavement waves at you
in sine waves viewing
the road recede into distants
that lead to colder times
in pasts
or futures
I hope
but then that breeze
unexpected gushes up your shirt
or skirt
and  brings a gust
of relief
and all are filled
with hope again