Obscene

How much money do you need

Sitting there choking on greed

Have you played falling down yet

Catching followers

In the social net

©paul

Universal law

Walking the path of destiny is both scary and exciting

Tuning in to what’s around you is enlightening

Realizing how and why things happen takes discipline and perseverance

Things that cut to the bone, become a cocooning moment of clarity and understanding

Curled up, revealing itself only when the time is right

It’s Universal law,

Everything we experience

Everything we feel

Everything we thought was bad luck or bad timing, becomes crystal clear

It’s then, and only then, that the butterfly of knowing and wisdom reveals itself

Things that meant so much

Moments that angered, or seemed unfair, runs parallel with moments that gave great joy, hope, happiness

One plays off the other, and it can seem very chaotic and leave one feeling despair and bewilderment

But

This is the key to staying grounded, and aware

We are all aware, even though it may seem not so; This is designed to keep us listening to what the universal conscience is telling us

We all make bad choices, we make good choices too

It’s about stamina, and seeing it through

It’s about knowing

It’s about patience

It’s about confidence and knowing that however it plays out; It still exists for a reason

Maybe for future occurrences

Maybe to teach us something now

Maybe so the right choices can be forthcoming

But it’s there

It’s always there, and that in itself is a comfort and a reminder that we are never alone

It may seem that way

It’s waiting

For the day

It’s Universal law

Universal law must always be obeyed

Even when you think and feel that you broke it

There’s a reason to think that way

Never lose faith, never lose hope

The law is there to protect us, and!

Help us to cope.

©paul

 

 

 

Under the Poplars

 Like priestly imprisoned poets,
the poplars of blood have fallen asleep.
On the hills, the flocks of Bethlehem
chew arias of grass at sunset.
      The ancient shepherd, who shivers
at the last martyrdoms of light,
in his Easter eyes has caught
a purebred flock of stars.
      Formed in orphanhood, he goes down
with rumors of burial to the praying field,
and the sheep bells are seasoned with shadow.
      It survives, the blue warped
in iron, and on it, pupils shrouded,
a dog etches its pastoral howl.
©Cesar Vallejo

Humbled

Truth comes to everyone in the darkness

We rest our heads on pillows, often damp with tears

Flashes of past traumas play out in our mind

Buried memories of another time

Always there, always hidden

They know what lies in the soul

How to appear and when

A little reminder of scenes once forgot

Like the boogieman stood at the end of your cot

Every fear, every sadness, every lie once told

Comes nearer and nearer

As we grow old

The persona we adopted to help us through

Means nothing now to you or I

We pay in the end, for this passage called life

Credit revoked

Collections are rife.

©paul

 

 

 

Return

Closer they came;

One turned into ten, which suddenly became fifty

Teasing and mocking, slowly eroding;  stripping his mind

Apocalyptic evolution, played out over time

Too many now emerging, to fight

Run now he must; In search of his light

A friend from his youth, it shone as he grew

Those days long gone, when his soother was blue

Fading for years, darkness took hold

Making him doubt, reckless, and bold

Losing his way, blinded by demons

Innocence lost, and the devil, to pay

All that was good and all that was clear

Tainted by filth, surrendered to fear

Parasites chewed, deep into his brain

Swallowing logic, while planting a grain

The seed inside him, a poisoned vine

Grew strong with the help of, whiskey and wine

Survive though he did, with a blessing of grace

She waits for him, loyally

To remember his place.

His soul now aware of demonic intruders

He runs to his light, pleading for union

To join him in battle, and free him once more

Grace, smiles; with arms open

As she open the door.

©paul

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blind

They die in their thousands

Every day

Every week

Every month

Every year

Who cares?

No one

People preach of love and equality

Tolerance and respect

Turning blind eyes, to the plight of this world

The reality, the truth

Gorging themselves on “Reality T.V.”

How ironic

Fucking demonic

Across social media

“Hey hun, hey babe,”

Never met in 30 years

They all “Care”

They don’t give a shit

All they want, is the like

To be hit

As I write this now

Tears flow

Beneath my brow

“What’s the point? Nobody cares”

Send a dick pic, instead

“Oh yeah”

This post

Becomes theirs.

©paul

 

 

Creature

You an Ostrich, head buried deep

Taking it out, only to show how miserable you are

You are a Crocodile, enough tears to fill a swimming pool

Hiding yourself away, hoping to catch me swimming

You are a Chameleon, forever changing

Blending, false impressions, to fit in

You are a Wolf, crying permanently

People come running, for no reason at all

You are a Monkey, trapped in a cage

But, when given keys to escape, you cheekily decline

You are a Snake

Forked tongue, suits you so well

You are a diseased ridden creature

That makes my life hell

©paul