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Traps of the Mind

written by: Paul Anthony Obey

@TheInvisiblePo1

 

Could you hear them, the angels, as they called out your name?
Will they allow what you gave, be remembered?
Our forever’s, so heartfelt, things never the same,
Fly too high, looking back at life’s embers,

Special knowledge, left behind, understood by so many,
Impersonated but still never yet mastered,
Behind bars, all alone, did you struggle any?
As the screams of the crowd go unanswered,

So, to ground, you achieve, in a casket of hope,
Millions stare but the mass unbelieving,
Favoured more than the mast of the slippery slope,
With a gathering storm ever grieving,

Still to rise like a Phoenix, no flame can hold you back,
Or temptation of illicit life’s gain,
Hot tin roof, scalded cat, in an old run-down shack,
Feigning anger, moving out through the pain,

Of a Pastor's kind words, like the Devil may care,
Through the echoes of time, we still hear,
Eternally, one and only, becoming ever aware,
As the shackles of life disappear,

To be popular is a gas but to everyone’s taste,
Is the standard by which all this is measured,
Through the annuls of time, a lineage traced,
And the past of all memories treasured,

All alone do you stand on a pedestal high?
Relevant as the day you were born,
Loved today just as much as all times that’s gone by,
Bringing comfort to the sad and forlorn.

Paul Anthony Obey

Paul Anthony Obey

The author, Paul Anthony Obey, born in 1970, is working class, brought up in a working class family and has raised a working class family. Married to a proud New Zealander, Nicola, they live in the North West of England and share 4 children; Ryan, Hayley, Bethany and Seth, one of each from both.

Paul has worked within the Social Housing environment for all his adult life in one guise or another, but has recently decided to write full time to share a view and hopefully inspire reaction in others to take another look at life, beyond the confines of self, question the generally accepted truth and make the World a better place for everyone. One step at a time!

My work is dedicated to all of those who believe in what I am trying to do and to some of those who don’t yet get it.
Paul Anthony Obey

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