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 Jun 2017 K G
Pagan Paul
The Gift
 Jun 2017 K G
Pagan Paul
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The serpent around my eye
in perpetuity eating its tail.
A sigil to represent fluidity,
sheds its skin to no avail.

The Truths play around my head in loops eternal,
infinite possibilities of *******,
fractal gems cavorting in lustrous oceans,
that cleanse an hours disgrace.

Pan-Dimensional
and Omni-Directional
Truths are connecting.

Ouroboros, protector of the Tree of Life,
his apple is the gift of Knowledge.
Are those tempted weak and futile?
or hungry for the secrets of Cronos.
The fruit of Wisdom picked, and devoured,
in the garden quest for clarity.

And the serpent around my eye,
like a monocle allowing sight,
flows Truths into my mind,
reflecting matrices taken to flight.

© Pagan Paul (09/06/17)
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If someone asks a question
that appears to be a riddle.
Just play it really safe
and put a Haiku in the middle  ;-)
PPx
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 Jun 2017 K G
beth fwoah dream
"where night is...the swallows return or a hut near a lake"

in the castle of our love,
windswept fortress of
ashen grey, where the
four poster bed rests
on wooden floorboards
and the windows have
no glass,
roses wind around our
bed and their petals
blush against the oak,
and our dreams press
to our lips,
i can believe that
romance and passion
will sweep us, breathless,
to paradise, that this
glowing happiness was
a promise we'd never
betray, as your arms
fold me in the morning
of the dusk, my limbs
stretched out and your
slinky legs wrapped
around mine. red rose
of me in the ashes, red
rose of you sinking
into the night.
 Jun 2017 K G
欣快
i wish i was something immutable or indestructible of fountains
and of young **** yielding grass laying youth country USA
stargazing, in a plaid shirt even though i'm a city girl trying to get more
acquainted with your southern drawl and a bit of your memory
you're out on bond and the first thing you do is call your momma
hurt somebody bad because they messed with her
that turns me on a little bit like the hay in your truck's bed
life's been kind of bright red like my lips and i'm not down with tricks
but i can afford clothes now and my parents don't talk to me anymore
dusk is here but you don't have to worry anymore
and you're hot like the August asphalt, lines in my cheeks from laughing
with you
no plea deals and no instagram pics, low lights and maybe more bright red
less stagnant and more comfortable with the visions of love and life
 Jun 2017 K G
欣快
let's write a song together, lyrics like, "you don't love me no more
see you walk out the door, wondering why it took you so long
your cuteass in tight jeans, a curse and a blessing to watch you leave"
got an upright piano in the corner that's sort of been neglected
and it plays every other C out of tune, but we can't afford a tuner
to come by and nor can we buy new strings for a guitar

we get up, we fall down, we find love, and we crash all the way
and heaven help us, now that we're separate and on our own
love the route it takes us to a melancholy mood that's so particular
and so comfortable to be wrapped up in an ocean of blankets
under a crepuscular night~ play that song all night and have it repeat
when you're at work and it'll burn itself in the background forever
 Jun 2017 K G
sunprincess
Lazy is this warm spring day
and kind of slow
Wrapped in ribbons of sunshine
My unicorn and I
we travel down a hidden path
where streams of love flow
and when we arrive
a handsome prince, O'
with his sweet unicorn, too
and his body language says
he's feeling kind of low
So I give him a sweet smile
and then politely say
"come chat with me for awhile,
before life calls you away
and you must quickly go"
 Jun 2017 K G
Allyssa
I love you
 Jun 2017 K G
Allyssa
I could tell you how every bit of you flashed before my eyes as we met that very first night,
But how can I explain the way our souls met and fought while my heart thought it was love,
How can I explain the many thoughts that trickled into my head as your fist connected with my jaw and the scream that ripped through me.
What can I say to the mother that raised me who said to never let a man hit me but my god I'd let you do anything to stay because
You're
All
I
Know.
when did I start to believe the lies you fed to me by your hand as the other gripped my thigh and my heart whispered, "This is love."
What led you to use your anger amongst me like an angry pen furiously scratching across a page when the ink runs out because neither the paper or the pen can no longer bare the force put upon either.
What made me to be so submissive to the peppered bruises across my tan skin like purple stains on a linen sheet that you just can't wash out because how can you wash out the memory of something so powerful it
Never
Leaves.
You do it again because the power you hold over me is greater than the cries I let out or the blood that trickles from the wounds you make that stain the carpet because I let you.
I shiver in your wake.
Please, I beg of you, let me die.
Don't let him hit you anymore. He will do it until you perish.
I never wanted to
be me
I wanted to flow like
an ocean be as
deep as the sea
I never wanted to
be me
 Jun 2017 K G
beth fwoah dream
"where night is....a stream of stars or a star-lit oak"

i seem to move with
leaves, smooth as a prayer
mat with its oranges and
golds,
tangled like the rhythms
of a blues band
in the decadence of the heat,
and yet i fade, a stream
of stars, a rain drop shivering
to the floor,
the ghosts of the stars are
all of the night sky,
the blacks of the sky
hypnotic as the dark
tide of my mind,
my love for you
is like threads from this
bare prayer-mat, worn
thin and yet caught in
the tatters, i love like
a worn out bear, i love
until i can't think of
anything except you,
attracted like a papery
moth to the moon.
 Jun 2017 K G
Jack Jenkins
Am I the only one not understanding it?
Some poems have no likes or views
Some poems have a preview, others don't
Some poems are brand new
Some poems are two days old
There's a temperature gage that doesn't make sense
And sometimes there's a poem that disappears off it

*I'm flabbergasted...
//On this broken website//
I'm really confused by some of these changes... lol

Edit: Oh, the irony that this started to trend...............
 Jun 2017 K G
Michael LoMonaco
While struggling during a rough run,
Sweat drips down with enthusiasm.

Sprinting forms fun for progress,
Even though moving is difficult.

Because of the ambition for success,
The challenge can be exhilarating.

Feeling the excited thrill for glorified cause,
Finding passion in a strenuous activity that hurts.
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