Paul's Corner
Paul's Corner
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These are the pages that you will find the poetry of the writer Paul. Enjoy his poetry and drop him an email.. You can reach him at ivicicp@yahoo.com.
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To all who feel
lost, broken, sad, happy,
angry, contempt, different, the same,
small, big, or would like being
a child again.
For moments that pass faster
but live forever.
A time of tales of younger years
Time to move on.
Make believe.
Be a butterfly with no boundaries.
Fly above and beyond.
Crying makes it feel better afterward.
Make a decision by yourself.
Be self-reliant.
But also keep your imagination.
Forget that the rent is due.
Have a picnic with yourself.
Try to breathe every second you have.
Life's here for you to enjoy
so don't forget to live in it.
The Flower Has Already Died
It dried up ages ago. Planted under a tree where the sun never shined. The flower just weep in sorrow. It was a lost cause in a garden full of roses. Once it was a seed with potential, only it never grew strong roots.
Changing
To be informed that god is inside us all. To learn from a stranger about life. A life to live in the future. To be greater than before. Understanding the moment in time. A question I ask? To begin and to end in a different place. To love a stranger in today society. To forgive me that I learned the right path to choose.
A Young Charming Man
A picture; colors fade with time.
To escape our destiny is foolish.
Believing without hope.
Can manage no more wars.
People cross the street to blur the latest gossip.
Forgetting who brought you here.
Doesn't change what you did
Or maybe it does not matter anymore.
Stay the same, don't change familiar faces call out.
Time to focus on the real agenda.
Live around what is normal.
Climb over the carousel.
Shot the charming young man.
He has always felt different.
Ending his life.
Changed his brother.
To stop the genius from writing his words.
The words that leak blood on his hands.
Getting back is always the hard part.
Not Yet
Feel grief for someone
not yet dead.
Sorry for someone
not yet laughed.
Cried for someone
who does not love.
Can't relay the message
of my heart.
Listen to the whispers of someone
not yet spoken.
Won't become human
not ready for the burden.
Why have you come to haunt our dreams.
Not yet.
Not for you.
Not for me.
Not ready to exist in time.
Scare Crow
Learned to be young
Faster than I knew it
A cloud that just passed by
A question is
To be
No answers to be told
Gravity will fix it all
Hating you would be easy
The scarecrow would leave
If he knew how you felt
Not scared, but curious
Does the blues man cry?
No why
He lets his horn talk for him
Oh baby, baby . . . last night was forever
Copyright ©2002 Paul Ivicic