Paul Cutting

Paul Cutting Poems

the moon is always smiling against It's darkened shroud
the stars are always dancing to the abundance they bow
the clouds are always laughing so elegant and proud

As I sit by this stream of endless thoughts, passing by as I am taught to listen as they are brought to me then fade away for nougat, these waterfalls of thoughts.

The way it came to me was very strange to explain
it traveled to me through me on its way to my brain
a quiet thought brought a loud proclaim of an energy
many of you would say was insane

between you and I,

All my words are plagiarized, but not from an earthly realm
they travel through the ether and make my thoughts there Home

What is that sound, breath that breathes on you
who is it that breathes on me, that is the breath of
Her that breathes aloud on you, what is that warmth I feel
that is the warmth of her who breathes on you,

who has awaken me from my slumber,
is it but the sun that shines upon my face,
or is it my Friend the bees that doth drink from me
may be its the rain that brings me drink this day

As the words congeal in my mind its time for me to find some time to write these words of mine, and climb to heights divine, that brings forth the signs of our times, to bring sight to the blind of mind, not to shine light that would blind, but to bring straight to discourse the force of truth divorced of fear, to tear through doubt of life and death for they are mine to share, and peer over all that is and is to come, what fun it is to dance upon this spinning sphere, light years from anywhere suspended in thin air, in cased in ozone atmosphere.

Each word I felt was spirit fulled my eyes with tears
Each visual created in my mind followed everywhere
through the valley up the hills up to the mountain peek
I felt the love the hater the peacemaker and the meek

For me its by the fire,
I can sit and be inspired,
watching it dance will take me a way,
to my own empire,

I hope to make you read this
I hope to be a realist
I want you to have to deal with
exactly how I feel this

Hear me now I speak to thee from mountain tops
And mighty seas the earth may not spin before your
Needs Be met by me.

The song I sing

I sing ta u the song I sing is joy
If you were gone then part of me would die

I sing ta u the song I sing is joy
If you were gone then part of me would die
I would go on and leave part of me behind
for you and I are one in twined

Did you ever actually sit and watch the sea give birth to the sun
Or slide down a rainbow just for fun
Or Look at the mountains and stick out your tongue
And say you will be dust when I still having fun

What I look like from the out side

The gravity of my sole

Information station what’s your pontification
let me listen to it and give my submission
very interesting, sounds like the best thing
I ever heard.

I left my sword and shield in the closet
there was a lot of dust build on it
I cried when I saw it laying there
But then thought I would try it on again

Has not my hand left you
Have I not whispered mysteries of life in your ear
Have you lost what I have given you
Look in your spiritual pocket there

Paul Cutting Biography

I was two years old when things cam in to focus, standing under my mom as she did the dishes, holding on to the door handles on the bottom cabinets in the kitchen, a women with a solid heart of gold, light skin portages and beautiful inside and out, Dad was some were doing something, a Proud man from the west indies, Island of Barbados, Loved and hated everyone at the same time, Two Brother older then me, one 15 mouth one 12 years older then me, I was that baby, in 1960 in this majestic and magical would of this poor and proud Family in New Haven CT. Its was a beauty fulled life as I recall looking back to that day from this one, I know that the love that was poured out on me by my Mon and Dad still pours out onto the pages in my poetry, the closest neighbors to our house were all orthodontics Jews, there were days when me and my Brother would have to turn on and off Light, stoves TV's you name it, we flipped the switch on and off, on the very Holy days, I often wondered about my Soul but we did it anyway, so life was good, I had no clue to how poor we were till they foreclosed on our house, but my Dad was good friends with the Mafioso, so had them come to the auction and buy the house and sell it back to us, We had friends from all walks of life everyone loved us, I know there were bad parts but they are not what I dwell on, we all know heartache and pain that life sends our way, to this day I give way to the love I felt from Mon & Dad for my life and its good fortune, Mom and Dad are gone but the love from them cascades on in my words and there healing love I hope you can get a glimpse of in my joy, I have lost hundreds of poem, song, and saying over the years, so I do appreciate poem, a place were I can store them for years to come.)

The Best Poem Of Paul Cutting

Above The Clouds

the moon is always smiling against It's darkened shroud
the stars are always dancing to the abundance they bow
the clouds are always laughing so elegant and proud

so if your heart is broken and you are feeling down
and you can't find good reason not to scream to God aloud
O'God why have you forsaken me underneath this darkened Cloud

then just Run out side right now, go now

Dance with the Stars!
Smile with the moon!
Laugh with the clouds!

and just remember this:

the sun is always shinning you need only rise above those clouds

Paul Cutting Comments

Mugano Paul 17 January 2009

Ts not too late to represent the Author and Fijnisher of your life. You can still write to the glory of God. This I 'say' with love and respect. Paul Cutting, you can do this.

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