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We are all silhouettes
Wrapped in the tapestry
Of a blooming night
Outlines etched messily
Into a cotton wool sky
Beautifully imperfect
A stray wisp illuminates
Sings sweet like our
Honey bee laughs
We smile, always
Endlessly sunshine yellow
For here we are youth
Wild like dandelions
Rebelling against being
A common flower
We paint the word ****
In shining glitter
Send it to outer space in
A paper airplane
Then dance on crazily
Like the night is infinite
Dreaming for a forever
Something a bit different
I hate trying
for I've been spending
the time
thinking about
the unanswered questions
The end of the road is here
it is infront of my eyes
I see no light
and no way out
It is suffocating,
in dire need of air
I keep on swimming
even when I know
that I am drowning
I hate trying
for the fact that
I can never stop
And I have always
been trying
to let you go.
The orchid is flowering
Opening,
a living mandala
Next to my bed
I hear it in my dreams
It's telling me very strange things
About the chemistry between us
And what being a flower really is
And what it really means.

There's a lot to learn.

The orchid whispers in chemical symbols

I danced through the night one night
I drank water in the desert
The sweetest taste, I've ever known
I heard a sound I've never heard before
The buzzing of Chi
Blowing in
while the curtains fluttered
In the night time wind.

Our time I know is limited
Forever wilts away

But while the orchid is flowering
That's for another day

I find myself longing for the scent of the night and at least
One more dream to go.
This came as a total surprise, 100%! Never expected. We all channel our internal poet, a conduit from within, dictated somehow. My experience at Hellopoetry has been life changing  and the community we are all apart of is truly a sacred circle, for that and this moment in time, I am grateful.
The poet, well, he's sleeping now, but I will pass it on when he awakens. Many thanks, to one and all, you continue to teach me what it means to be human and an artist in this world.
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The air is statue still,
          dust particles hang immobile,
levitate in arrested motion,
     causing gravity to frown.

A single ray of silver light,
          a gift from the Lady above,
as she turns her face full
     and bathes the night gently.

Seeking through dark places,
          the magick beam catches tears,
in a cradle of light comfort,
     touching a lullaby in a whisper.

Alighting softly in a calm arrival,
          upon eyelids of eternal sorrow,
and heals the ragged scars of pain
     with the mystery of the stars.



© Pagan Paul (05/05/18)
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tariran          u look too                  much like my mother to ****  ndinoda iwe                  llyrical epics of old untouchable
she the worldsekutinhira        wanted to be alone w/ u
kwedenga I            think pamakore ese anoshamisa                ari oga achishanda mumakomo
                     emakamuri
        achifamba mumasitima  wte room
             te amo como el cielo que truena.               Pienso en todos los maravillosos años que pasé solo en las cabañas de               Spanish  
the ***** sunshine\                            Miki Garcia    las colinas caminando por las verdes colinas cubiertas                
        epics of old                                 de musgo donde estás; venga a ser
                   mi nueva novia vestid              though a  de blanco       blanco de alegría será                            nuestra eterna eternidad con mi única novia en las nubes siempre       she has a delicious snooch                           saltando de cielos                   alegres                     makomo maunoisa; uyai muve oh  the        so weird is the daylight in the bluer                  room
wangu mwenga                    mutsva muchena nekuda k        Kyk, ek het jou lief soos die donderende lug. Onthou al die wonderlike
                      jare                                      ­  wat alleen in
     body      heat      for             warm           hutte gehuur is, wat die moerige
groen heuwels loop waar jy lê;                  enigma
kom wees my nuwe             bruid in wit vir                blydskap sal ons onuitge  I miss the girl
sproke  where is she from?          life is cool         ewigheid wees met jou as my enigste bruid in die immer    spring                            ende wolke van vreugdevolle lug                   angesl              wearing triangles for skirts    
wemufaro uchava    geometric love life                      cools to send      musingatauri eternty w / u semwenga             wangu oga mumakore         anokwakuka achifara kudenga Dorothy Stratten
lo I love u like the thundering sky
                 I think on all the wonderful years                        alone spent in hillside cabins
                 walking the mossy green                    hills where u lay; come be my new bride in white for joy shall be                         our unspoken          eternity          w/ u as my sole bride in the ever leaping                        clouds of joyous skies
Sometimes in
       Life
You wake up
  And you ask
         Yourself
Am I dreaming
       And if so
Please God
       Don’t
Allow me to wake-up
         Because
This dream of mine
   Feels just too
Good to be true
              Yet
I did woke up
     And realized
This dream of mine
      Was actually  
        My reality
             And
       My reality
              Is
Definitely something
          I deserve .

   I truly believe
           I
       Deserve
      A
        Beautiful
Sensitive
       Intelligent
Confident
          Sassy
      Loyal
           Passionate
       Humble
            Commutative
         Honest
              Professional
               Crazy
            For me
Kind of woman
        And
       Because
            Of
      You darling
               This
           Isn’t
                 A
            Dream
                 It
                      Is
           Our reality
Thank You
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