Eternity at Bloom
By HighEngineChief
If heaven was a blooming flower, pollen bursting out in showers,
Raining prolific seeds along the fertile fields that shield my heart,
Then the bee's(who can't fly - but do) supply my soul with Zion's food;
Blessed bee's, your wings protrude my faith, fluttering through and far;
Blooming flower soothing scars of sin that bruise my uncouth heart.
If one drew marks of milky chalk, around my fleshy mortal parts,
Could you trace my history and show me how to find a clue?
As the shadow of life devours, every sanctimonious dastard -(coward)
Trait or trickle of a trace of fear, I find I have no truth;
Milky chalk to find I've moved, blinded by light - no sign of clues.
Is death that bad, will I die like you? Wild eyed; Too tired to move?
Contradicting myself coldly, or boldly contending the lonely hours?
When Winter accrue's the stems will arch and die; defied by dark,
And the angles pried apart from paradise, will ride - on a pedal outward;
Outward toward Forever Tower planted on plains never encountered.
Or maybe I believe the seeds alive; the way the bee's believe the sky,
Swimming in the blue and white oils, pastel spoils to cornice night.
A flower opening up to breath the meritorious air of Je...
..Sus, (water to wine?) if you're inclined; Holy Ghost - haunt my plight.
Frighten my demons from wrong to right until my shadow belongs to light.
Confused again, opposite to bright; Who am I and what's in sight?
No sign or clue unless the truth is hiding behind the maple leafs;
Behind the green apron lies, enough earthly grace to fill your eyes,
Life and life itself the prize, the critters crawling in benevolent leaps;
Scurrying scales of bark in seams of rotting wood; the simple dream.
Fuck the clue... I found the truth!
But surrounding youth is fickle dreams, pointless aspiration gleams
On the face of time, without rhyme; life slips and slides far and wide,
And the Winter is not polite; through withering green and stems alight,
Death is death, life is life, and all you love to the dirt subsides;
The absolute truth, void of proof but all that moves knows deep inside.
If heaven was a blooming flower, pollen bursting into showers,
Then life is like the roots beneath it, and God's the Sun, and I'm -
A seed.
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