Pagan Paul

Pagan Paul 3d

The melancholy sound of a trumpet seeks refuge in the night,
as a snare is brushed gently and cymbal tapped light,
the far away strum of a guitars soft dreamy strings,
playing the music that compliments what a lone voice sings.

Cigarette smoke hangs heavy like fog on the old river,
the ****** sit at the bar sipping bourbon hand delivered,
the romantics dance on a floor that whispers charms,
planning their moves with the lover held in their arms.

The street light barely penetrates the grubby glass,
the bar winds down as yet another night goes passed,
customers sway at tables as they embrace a cloak
of the heady scent and high effect of marijuana smoke.

#jazz #atmosphere #moody

Pagan Paul Apr 23

Pyramid Spell

I am birthed from an egg in the forbidden land,
standing proud I stretch my arms out wide.
I then open my eyes and open my heart,
emoting memories as they pour into my cold mind.
And the flames. And the flames. And the sacred flames.
Carry me out to the infinite stars of knowledge,
where the Twin Goddesses of Truth petition the serpent
to teach them how to deceive the future.
The barge of the Gone Forever sails past
and it bows its bows to the flail and the sceptre,
turquoise and gold with the face of millennia,
its image forever burnt into my countless lives.
I, Mighty One of Enchantment, now fly
from the shell that holds my long sleep
to the thirteenth direction of my smile.
And the flames. And the flames. And the sacred flames.

Hi all! I've not gone away I've just been concentrating on hosting my open mic night and recording some of my poetry in a studio with an audio presentation coming out later this year, so I've not been writing much.

#egyptian #pyramid #spell

Pagan Paul Feb 27

A Scream Nobody Will Hear

I open my eyes.
The darkness is blackness.
The stillness is complete.
The silence is deafening.
I breathe in once
and the air is so warm.
The exhalation slow.
Why do I feel dizzy?
I move my limbs.
Realisation bites,
it is then that I scream.
A scream nobody will hear.

23/01/24

#psychology #horror

Jan 3

Keli

Needle and thread.

Red cotton thread looped
into a sharp silver needle.
Reliable, sturdy, practiced stitches.
In. Out. In. Out.
A repeated chant
as the needle continues its marching dance,
Its duty and its purpose.
Every ***** of the needle
draws little beads of pretty crimson blood,
the thread ties together
the pieces that have broken
and festered and weeped.
it’s been a never ending
rhythm of reinforcement.
Keep it in, keep it together.
The silver needle does its job.
The red cotton thread wears fast.

Pagan Paul Jan 3

The Yearn

Winter is again upon me,
I stand at the window
and stare through scenes
of frost and falling snow.

An ache ascends through,
knotting from a dark core,
rising up like a free spirit
congealing lumpen in my throat.

I feel the chill creeping,
rub my arms and shudder,
the fire is burning so low,
and my eyes see dying embers.

The desire to stoke is dulled,
by apathy frozen in time,
my eyes turn to stare
through frost and falling snow.

#yearn #ache #flightoffancy