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 May 2019
Eryck
All lies diminish me ---

As a card carrying member of the human race,
I consider it a disgrace,
when truth is subverted,
truth is diverted,
puts a frown on my face,
puts me in a bad place,
when truth is perverted in any way.

Lies weaken the laws of modern man--

If it's a shell game of opinion while avoiding fact,
modern society might as well take a giant step back.
To the plague days,
to the guillotine ways,
when might was right,
carry a big stick.
I dont want to go back to that.

Each lie told damages the soul ---

Are we here on earth to be false to each other,
to con with words or sister and brother? 
 To smother or dignity,  
break it and fake it,
knowing wrong from right but go ahead and forsake it?
I think no.

And the outcome of lying---

When those you trusted lie,
but don't  get busted - cry.  
Consider it the day truth died. 
 And down with the ship of truth goes honesty
       respect,
              rules,
                    civilization will fall.  
Tears to lend, prayers to send, 
lies will be the beginning, the middle, the end.
  Lies will be the death of us all.
 May 2019
Shiv Pratap Pal
O’ my lord, Do you see
What my naked eyes see

Healthy bodies, shining faces
Glittering eyes, crooked smile
That’s how the rich look like

O’ my lord, Do you see
What my naked eyes see

Diseased bodies, pale faces
Wet eyes, no smile
That’s how the poor look like

O’ my lord, Do you see
What my naked eyes see

The empty stomach of poor
Keeps burning, turning into fumes
As it exhumes

O’ my lord, Do you see
What my naked eyes see

The filled stomach of rich
Keeps working, generating energy
As it digests and absorbs


O’ my lord, Do you see
What my naked eyes see

The rich utilize their energy
To exploit the poor
And to support capitalism

O’ my lord, Do you see
What my naked eyes see

That’s why, I declare war against you
I know, I will lose, I will die
But still I choose to revolt


Sorry Lord, But I Still Choose to Revolt
 May 2019
Shiv Pratap Pal
O’ my Dear
Do not fear
All the burden
All the sorrow
Just bear

Your tears are precious
Don’t let it waste
Save it, collect it
Wait for the time to come
Then use your anger to boil it

O’ my Dear
Let your tears to
Become steam
Such steam has power to
Burn Kings and their Kingdom

Such steam has power to
Turn the entire empire upside down
So don’t be in haste
Wait for the time to come
Transform your tears into warfare weapons

So my Dear
Don’t cry, bear the brunt
Recognize the Power of Tears
Then conquer the evil
Change the world

Create a world full of joy
No Sorrow, No Burden
Joy and Joy forever
Peace and calm everywhere
Happiness, Happiness everywhere
Do the poor peoples who are always sufferer have no  options?
 May 2019
South-by-Southwest
As reckless
as a bound beauty

Standing
on the edge
of eternity

God !
There is freedom
in the temptation
of the fates

One must kiss
the lips of death
to live
 May 2019
Shiv Pratap Pal
Ronnie Ronnie
Yes Papa
Entering Politics
No Papa



Telling a lie
No Papa
Show me your flag
Ha Ha Ha
Lets Cherish Childhood
 May 2019
Nicholas Huber
A heart is still caged from the chapter before.
Trained to distrust, taught to ignore.
A heart is released but shields are raised.
Ever so fearful of a chapter replayed.
A spark in their soul, a heart on the wire.
The light in her eyes fills a heart with desire.
A new trust is earned, a faith reinspired.
A heart opens up, a soul is caressed,
Agreed in a future for both that seems best.
Looks to her eyes to hear out a voice,
Eyes have gone dull, not by his choice.
Looks to the ground to come to the horror,
Heart’s been ripped out, bloods on the floor.
Light fades away and nothing but silence.
Without a heart there can be no more violence.
With no more lights, guidance only internal,
A heart clenches on, forever eternal.
April 27, 2019
 May 2019
Heather
Full to capacity
With feelings for you
Love and anger and desire
Spilling over into every poem
Every conversation

He’s not as good,
No one is as good as you

But even if they were
I’m already over capacity.
 May 2019
Pagan Paul
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So the smoke coils
surrounding a stray thought
clinging to the vine
as it weaves threads
into a tapestry
of fermented grape wrath.
His pen crawls
across the pages of life
and ignores the punctuation,
a plague infected word flow,
his stream of catharsis.
But the babble
intrudes and sounds irk,
sending resentment forward
like an advance guard
to meet the violence
and deflect the onslaught.
And the wave dies
as the aggressor retreats
before motley defence.
But the mood
has been tainted, spoiled,
despite a flirtatious distraction.
And the flame flickers
as the smoke coils,
and tired eyes avert their gaze
from the perceived ***** page,
the excrement of misery
smeared to make nostrils flare,
and the entry is left
incomplete …




© Pagan Paul (06/05/19)
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4th entry in the Fool's Diary
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