Old Paul

I make it beauty, I make it fashion
I decide, the letter of love and law.
I see the fortunes and I see the banes
I tell which is true, and that which is faux.
There is cries on one end, 
cheer on the other
I decide what is fair and just, 
I tell you when to stop and shudder.
Look here, what do you see?
Through the ripened end of time, bright lit burning free,
And tell me thus, 
what do you see?
A child sitting petrified, more bone than skin
We're good men here, 'tis the culmination of eons of sin.
Or so the good men would've said,
But I am not among the nice,
I lurk around in the creaks and corners,
Living on dusty cobwebs and silk fed mice.
I see no man or son of god
I see only fingers and toes and I decide
To keep you company, keep you warm
'Tis by my and only my law that I abide. 

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"Old Paul went loony
They sent a car but he never arrived
Something must've got to him
That poor soul, how his wife of 21 years cried! 

He talked about ancient pilgrimages
Brisk white cliffs and trance-sque sages
Nirvana, he looked the other way, merging with the red in the sky
Burned a hole in it, through the prying corner of his eye. 

The blue was too much for him,
He pulled a crimson tint over his eyes
Painted everything gray and risque black
All so he couldn't see the sun rise."

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"My brother always had it in him
Beyond his years and much too wise
Lived the good life, bread and wine
But carried a kind of fog in his eyes. 

He loathed the balls and merry making nights
Eyeing all with a disdain albeit despite
being raised hen coop with the ones he admonished
only upon shedding the silver skin, did he find respite."

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They say I'm ahead of the wheel
But--Bible it is--I am none the wiser
We're all born with load-strapped backs
Any calm or repose is nothing but a scintillating appetiser.

Look around you, dreams of rich green 
Love and freedom and health
They pray through days and sin all night
Cotton words in mouth, accursed living in stealth. 

I rest steady in this burrow
The beasts and I in perfect peace
I don't do anymore, but you look like you need him
So I'd dig another hole and pray for you to the keeper of bees. 

Just keep quiet in this dark now, will you?
They might hear my breaths
and come down dancing.
I for sure don't want that!

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Gentle city, cold flush, and clear skies
Young years, rose blush and buoyant eyes.
But I live not in condominiums or a high rise
Bronzed dust and amber trunks are where my soul lies.