What other kind              of creature could divide        
        Each different thing             into its different sides                
  With chaos versus             order, dark and light
The stark duality of         wrong and right
We even split the very        world in two
With human versus human,       we and you
But still no matter how much      we divide
Each thing has infinitely many      sides

the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r

.
I hear music.
Coming from nowhere, filling up everywhere.
A ghost of a phantom
whispers in my ear
“Let the music take you;
let the words free you”.

It waits like a shroud,
misty, comforting and open,
for my caveat-less submission.
Insistent soft etherical tendrils
take me to the source.

I feel music.
Coming from everywhere, filling up nowhere.
A voice of a Goddess
whispers in my ear
“Let the girl take you;
let the woman free you”.


© Pagan Paul  (2016)

Tell me this!
How can you cage a bird
When you fell in love
Whilst watching it fly?

.

Why am I so hot,
handsome, clever, talented,
yet so very lonely?


© Pagan Paul (17/02/18)

I needed whole blood to survive and to remain active & alive. You slapped me and told me to stop my childish crying & then you pulled a gun to accelerate the process of dying.