tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305519502011-07-28T17:55:16.312-07:00broodingmambaPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00876718558722156740noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30551950.post-21434332032448703832007-12-17T00:51:00.000-08:002007-12-17T01:33:26.148-08:00Hiatusdusta blanket, a cloakfreefalling throughat duskmutea sound, a silenceresounding droneof hope lootrusta cancer, a crustmetallic filtha nasal muststareat me, through melike you know mequasi carereal unrealreal unrealinhale exhaleinhale exhale Inspired by the waitPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00876718558722156740noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30551950.post-1156767053914332472006-08-28T05:10:00.000-07:002006-11-11T08:36:18.430-08:00Mind Monologuewhat hast thou thoughtoh friend of oldwhat hast thou thoughtmuch like ravens in airthou hast crafted me a nightwhat hast thou doneoh friend of oldwhat hast thou donethe moon hath thou curdledinto a crimsonwhat hast thou bredoh friend of oldwhat hast thou bredan egg of hope hast thou hatchedamidst a lairwhat hast thou gainedoh friend of oldwhat hast thou gainedin this moment of minehast thou no Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00876718558722156740noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30551950.post-1153661050857808972006-07-23T05:11:00.000-07:002006-11-11T08:37:31.606-08:00DieThe frail beauty of fading breath,enfeebled in a languid gaze.The failing sting of numbing agony,suspended in a moment of conclusion.Faint feelings forlorn, forsakenfade in a soft, silent, slipping soul.Your misty, damp, eye vapour,for a musty, dark eventuality.Oh!Do you see the tunnel?Do you see the light?Do you see your carcass?Do you see His face?Look!Six feet,Drawing near,Drawing fear,FlashesPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00876718558722156740noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30551950.post-1151840592950136392006-07-02T04:34:00.000-07:002006-11-11T08:32:37.886-08:00FeignA consciousness torn by thoughts and oppositeswhere we ape what is not uswhere we are what they want us to bean imitation of a perceived lifea longing for greener pastureshealing for the cowardly timidnessof a behemoth that lurks withinshackled, chained, boundby a thought, a flawof perceptiondeceptive, disguised, invisiblean intangible existence that is masked, buthope there is...maybe.Unclothe Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00876718558722156740noreply@blogger.com7