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Paul Dollard Poem
Theres a very simple thing in life, and its called love. Love conquers all. Love has conquered me, finally. Conquered me by knowing, feeling, living unconditional love.
Born into love, live it, breathe it, fall in love, fall out of love, love has conquered you.
I thought my love for you conquered the love you didn’t have for yourself or the love you thought did not exist. And briefly it was there. My love has been twisted, abused, assaulted and antagonised. I thought this was to my detriment, but it is to my growth.
My love, my truth, my honesty has been distorted beyond recognition where by I no longer recognise you.
This is where I jump ship and leave you with the memory, memories that are.
Ups and down, in and outs, I have set sail for whatever comes my way.
Love is not measurable, love is not sex, love is not man or woman or love for one or other. Love is love. Love is knowing.
This is not love, any more. So saddens me to say.
Paul
Copyright © Paul Dollard | Year Posted 2015
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Paul Dollard Poem
From Orion, this light has came. To traverse, around the Earth.
Hands glowing. What does is it mean, when they begin to beam!
From my hands, to my eye. My limits are as high as the sky.
Mission started: I am no ape; Can’t wait to whip this world into shape.
Here I come, you best be ready, I will make you all financially steady.
If health is your wealth, I hear your cries, I hope there will be no more lies.
Life, for me, has just begun. Them one percenters, better run.
Fast an loose, I bring the noose; Them one percenters, really should run.
Hear these words, I’ve heard yours; I’m sick to death, of all them bores.
When the time is right, in a bout four; I will show you, many an open door.
Until then, my light is near; Please oh please, persevere. Until then, my light is near; So see you soon, my little, my little dear.
Copyright © Paul Dollard | Year Posted 2020
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Paul Dollard Poem
Twinkle twinkle, little star, I wonder how I travelled sooo far.
From Orion, down to Earth, the white light, ever so bright.
Hands glowing, the colours of the rainbow.
I wondered what, oh what oh what, could these glowing hands could mean? Only for them to beam!
From my hands, to my eye. My limits are as high as the sky.
A mission started, I am no ape: Can’t wait to whip this world into shape.
Here I come, you best be ready, I will make you all financially steady.
If health is your wealth, I hear your cries, I hope there will be no more lies.
Life, for me, has just begun. Them one percenters, better run.
Fast an loose, I bring the noose. Them one percenters, really should run.
Hear these words, I’ve heard yours; I’m sick to death, of all them bores.
When the time is right, in a bout four; I will show you, many an open door.
Until then, my light is near; Please oh please, persevere. Until then, my light is near; So see you soon, my little, my little dear.
Copyright © Paul Dollard | Year Posted 2020
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