Dear Hello Poetry
I am very appreciative
Thank You so much for
Providing this wonderful
Platform for me to
Express myself
I don’t think I ever remember
feeling in place as I’m feeling
right  now
Wherever I’ve been
I’ve always felt like an outsider
it seems to have been the nature
of my life to be in that place
I used to grieve not ever feeling
accepted  and spent so much
energy trying to find acceptance
But more than anything
my refusal to stop believing in
myself worth always seems
to put me at odds with a very
cynical world
But today is like no other
for I have arrived at a place
of acceptance but not by others
           Rather by me
I’ve come to accept myself
and find peace in that place alone
           It truly is a freeing experience
I’ve told you my story so
You my friends can always remember
You are unique and it is perfectly okay
to create your own place in this world
                            For
From where I’m standing you’re exquisite
an unrenewable  resource with great value
       and beauty in your very existence
I hope you all fall asleep with renewed                                        
           confidence in who you are
on the way to who
                   You are becoming

           Love yourself

         With love from Black
               Love and peace

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Moonlight
     creates shadows,
          places of magick
               and realms of mystery.
Niches beyond the wildest dreams
     playing with images in colour dimensions,
          pouring their scorn on the childish imagination,
               a weakling substitute for what cannot be known.



© Pagan Paul (04/06/18)

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I know this place,
light stone avenues,
fig, pear, apricot and apple,
trees that line in rows,
cut paving with neat gutters
**** white granite buildings,
as ferns and creepers
cascade from roof gardens,
the green shining vivid
in appreciation of being alive.
And I connect across the aeons,
this place was my home,
from centuries long passed,
yet reaching out to be found.
The avenues mimic my mind,
long straight and narrow,
broad and winding,
leading to sedate squares
to sit and feel the sun,
to bathe in beautiful isolation.
And the trees sway
casually in a breeze so soft,
it caresses the branches,
enough to tickle the leaves
and cool the ripening fruit.
Here, the forest erupts,
circles around this sanctuary,
forming a natural hedge
to this garden of tranquility,
this oasis in the maelstrom,
this home in my heart.
Flowers of honeysuckle,
jasmine, of clovers and lily,
adorn walls and buildings,
bright in contrast
to the shadows of the trees,
bloom with the intensity of colour,
riotous in hue and arrangement,
yet, ordered to Nature's Law.
Paradise wrapped in image,
slicing through time and space,
my place a thousand years ago,
my place to claim forever,
and the wind carries me home,
I know this place,
because it lives inside of me,
because I made it.


© Pagan Paul (06/06/18)