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I will not waste time counting losses
They only bring me down
If I allow my brain to think
In my thoughts I'll surely drown

I have built a bridge over memories
To escape rapid flow
A rail so I don't tumble
Into dangerous swells below

As long as I remain detached
Distant from usual pain
I am able to harness meager cheer
Keep myself from going insane

I feel a strengthening in my blood
A wanting no longer there
I have laid away former distractions
In favor of clean vacant air

I have done away with disorder
At least the negative kind
I am going to forget my bad habits
Regain the lost parts of my mind

No more whining or self-deprecation
Or wanting to change who I will be
I am tossing out the mocking past
Finally embracing beautiful me
Written 1/13/12

Reading this now if course brings thoughts of recovery and addictiin to my mind but this was waaaay before I ever did real drugs.  It was written about my insecurities and accepting myself for the imperfect mess I am.
 May 2018 Harry Gione
Pagan Paul
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What is a poet to do
when his favourite muse
faints whilst making love,
a victim of passions fuse.

To carry on regardless?
Perhaps slap her lovely cheek?
Mouth 2 mouth no tongue?
Or maybe implore her to speak?

A lesser poet
shakes her anxiously
and writes a verse about prowess and spooning.

A True poet
carries on regardless
and writes a sonnet about his muse and swooning.



© Pagan Paul (23/05/18)
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5th poem in my series Even Poets ***** Up ...
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I only write these when in the silliest of moods!
.
.
I'm trying to contain
the entire galaxy in my mind;
but with you,
the stars and planets align
and thoughts just spill out unknowingly.
 May 2018 Harry Gione
Maria Etre
Hello,
I am she,
a year old
in your
memory...
31 in mine
have we
met before?
it feels
it's just more
 May 2018 Harry Gione
Raghu Menon
The sun's rise reminds us
That we too can rise
From the falls and slips
That we go through.

But for the sun to rise
The Earth has to rotate
On its own axis.

And for us to rise,
We need to
Keep moving.

Keep moving
Keep smiling
Keep trying hard

and

Keep living and ..
Let others live too..
They
        
               Say
    
                          Good

                                      Man

                         Are

                 Hard

                             To

                                     Find

                                              I
    
                                Say
  
                      Maybe

      Perhaps
      
         We’re
                
                Just
          
                       Very

                            Good

                                 At

             Playing

                           Hide

                                   And

                                            Seek.
You're distance
Overwhelmingly hurts my
Under appreciated feelings

Are you blind?
Not quite like I am
Deaf and mute

Is it ever love?
 May 2018 Harry Gione
Jack
“please be naked”

she stands in her doorway wearing just a gown,
I walk in the house, dumbstruck by beauty,
up in her room undoing the bow, the shield simply slides down
caressing her curves, stroking down to the floor,
intertwined bodies craving the touch of the other,
joined as one in the gentle acts of love and lust,
romanticised ideals of perfection and soft rhythm,
delicate groans as two become one,
the broken poet, for the moment, is gone,
my drug addiction of you, just wanting more,
As my heart bleeds, love begins to pour.

“please be naked”.
this poem is influenced by The 1975 instrumental song "please be naked". i regularly think of this song as romanticising the act of *** and the trust required with it rather than what most songs make it today. despite having no lyrics the song speaks volumes to me and id definitely recommend it to anyone. stay safe and live well. JY x
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