Paradise

My Five Day Hallucination

It was Day 1 when it was scorching hot and we crossed paths.

I was looking for an oasis to drink from,

Though a hug from you was a thousand times better

Because afterwards, we went swimming in the lake and laughed at the gold diggers passing by.

Poor men were oblivious that they mined their last nugget in this desert.

 

It was Day 2 when we continued our journey.

You introduced me to your bitches when you brought me home.

One licked me silly while the second took a while to come around.

It was only trying to judge me to see if I would be a menace to your family.

I’ve always liked the playful, funny, and carefree breeds.

 

It was Day 3 when you showed me your larger-than-life garden.

You spoke of how your brother and mother had toiled day and night tending to it.

The garden was shaped like the number 5 and I couldn’t be happier.

You regaled me with stories of an ancient civilization that once existed in this land of the dead.

Every word from your tongue between breaths was like a missing page in a book lost in time.

 

It was Day 4 when I crawled on my knees after a beating from a two-faced sergeant

Looking for you so you could lift me back on my two feet and hold me close

But to add insult to injury, you held your scorn like you should’ve held my hands.

So I passed out on the floor and was left for dead out in the open.

How do indecisive weeds like you sleep at night?

 

It was Day 5 when I woke up expecting you’d be there, but your home was empty.

Your garden was withered and the magic was gone so it turns out that it was all a mirage.

You can rationalize your actions and demonize me any way you like,

But when you save your second thoughts for one minute before midnight,

It’s goodbye and good riddance to you weeds.

 

So I left. It was better for me to abandon you before you inevitably did the same.

The world is full of snakes and trojans as it is.

It’s best for me to give them a dose of their own venom as soon as I see right through them.

 

You should’ve told me earlier rather than at the last minute.

Or when I have fallen and can’t get up.

Then maybe we could’ve still been friends.

But now you’re just another silhouette that shears hearts like hedges.

 

If you’re looking to post an ad requesting company in a moment of loneliness,

Think again before you shatter another heart or wager your sanity.

A weed ain’t cut out for love, let alone a friendship

If it can’t make up its mind and let its loneliness fog its judgment.

Poor guy should’ve inspected the thorns before he picked the rose.

 

Now it’s my turn to wager a few things,

I bet you don’t even miss me.

I bet you feigned regret that you added salt in the wound.

I bet that you’ll forget all about me after the weekend I disappeared.

I bet you’ll cower in the arms of the two bitches you value most in life.

I bet you’ll start looking for another soul that you’ll pray to Aphrodite you won’t screw over.

Whatever happens to you, I am grateful that I have kin to keep tight

And an adventure I continue to embark on in the desert with or without you there for me.

You’re just another silhouette that shears hearts like hedges.

Carnal Minds

Carnal Minds

There was a time henceforth when I had ten thousand dollars to spare
Happy with what the Lord hath already blessed me with, I decided to share
Having no need for the money I called two local men to mine house
Rumor had it the second man had the reputation of a cheat and a louse

The first man whose name was Greed, came in and sat near as could be
Behind him was a man named Wisdom, but he sat far, as he smiled at me
I told them both that I had five thousand dollars to give to each
Then said Greed, "give it here now!" as he leaned closer so as to reach

While I counted the money I looked upon wisdom's silence as wise indeed
For I knew he was patient, and of life's carnality he did heed
I counted aloud the words "Five thousand" and then quickly did Greed snatch away
His half of the money, so in life's pleasures he could foolishly play

I looked up expecting a gracious word of thanks from the greedy wretch
But he was already gone without a word; it was Satan's lures he did fetch
Then I looked over at my friend Wisdom, who was never reeled in by Satan's lure
He always appreciated the life that the Lord hath given him which in itself was pure

A very uplifting man that always a smile for me and all that did pass by
For he was happy knowing our Lord whom graciously arose in the sky
I handed him his share and he quietly tucked it away
Then he went on about his business until a later day

A week later Greed ran Wisdom's old wagon off of the road with his new car
As he laughed about wisdom spreading his money to the poor afar
Then without notice the man in the sky did call
He said “The books are open, now come one, now come all!”

Greed waited in line continually bragging about his carnal things
Until he learned that he had traded them for his heavenly wings
He went to a place not fit for a man as he looked up at Wisdom flying by
He pleaded "Just one sip of water I beg you bring me from a cloud up in your sky"

Wisdom smiled and said "Dear friend, I stored my money in Gods eternal bank"
It was your earthly treasures that did demote you to a sergeant in Satan's rank
It was only yesterday that you passed a starving woman in your car so nice
I stopped in my tracks, gave her food and shelter, I didn't have to think twice

Now I am here with her in paradise, the place the Lord set aside
For those with a conscience and a heart, who in his laws did abide
Though I did have a thirst for life's carnal things
I knew that I couldn't fly up here without my precious wings

Speak to me no more from the pits of Hell
For justice is served, and I chose well!

By: Wayne Hoss

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one is scarey... Beware!

Opened Eyes

 

Opened Eyes

 

Breathless take of the rolling meadow,

showered in kisses from morning dew

surreality prompted by shining sun,

its beauty witnessed 'neath heaven's blue

 

Breezy wisps across season's tinctured shades,

creating spangled rainbows of shimmering light

vivid colors stretching past horizon's edge,

each flower's majestic bloom sparkling bright

 

Diminishing stars bringing paradise defined,

glimmer for night shared with breaking day

an  essence of Eden in all that's seen,

opening your eyes will lead the way

 

© C.E.Vance

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It may be short - but it says exactly what I want it to… This defines me. Just another handful of words.

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My Mona Lisa

I don't know what you have done to me,

But with my words

I can only write of what echoes from my heart.

 

Yet, softly all I can hear is whipers of your name,

And the imagery that breeds in my mind

Is only a reflection of your beauty.

 

Like a silly boy with a crush

I am enchanted by the gentle curves of your lips,

And burned by the seductive fire that lies within your eyes.

 

Shyly I must confess

The aroma that fills the air as you walk by

Leaves me to feel somewhat invigorated,

And slightly intoxicated.

 

It's funny

How I have become addicted to your presence,

And your personality that personifies

Who you truly are.

 

To appreciate the beauty of a woman

Is to immortalize her essence,

And with my words

That is something I hope to accomplish.

 

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~

 

My Blog - http://rarityofparadise.blogspot.com/

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Unintelligible Existence


Never ending it seems

The dance of life 
That we hold so sacred 

But who are we to sway into this mortal realm 

Labeling ourselves to some means of importance
Yet always looking to the sky for a glimmer of hope 
That our significance has some manner of substance 

For we are nothing more than lost children 
Always pretending that we have a grip on this reality

But at our core we shake at the unknown
And pray that the belief that we have chosen does not lead us astray 

What is the worth of the unintelligible existence 
That we so eagerly live
And what will we see when we awake after it all ends
 
~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~
 
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The Black Rose Of Hell

Tell me 

If I was born a demon 

Would I be damn to a life of sin 


Would the bloodline that I bear 

Condemn me to a world

Full of regret and a false sense of joy

 

And if I knew this truth. 


That I was bound to the lowest levels of hell 

Tell me 

Why would I hesitate to spread the devil's dogma


You see 

Not all that are born of a dark nature are evil

Some souls are just curse with a malevolent outlook 


But I believe  that If an angel can fall from the grace of God

Then a demon can raise above his own eternal damnation.


For a black rose that blooms in the pits hell is still a flower unto God 


~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~


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Where Are We Really Headed?

Where are we really headed--
Divisiveness and hate?
Or some Orwellian classroom
That's sponsored by Bill Gates?
The cults of 1960s,
More drugs, more love and wars?--
Where are we really headed?
What are we living for?
A multicultural prison,
Where everyone's the same,
Where we are merely pieces
In politicians' games?
Where are we really headed?--
A heat wave or more cold--
And will there be more rebels
Turned cynics when they're old?
Where are we really headed?
A workers' paradise--
Where fellow PC comrades
Spew forth the party lines?
Or is it Armageddon
That we're waiting for?--
Forget your student loans
And knock on heaven's door?
Where are we really headed?
World government and porn,
Where we don't need both parents
In order to be born?
Where we can be repaired
With spare body parts,
Where urine and manure
Are still considered art?
Where are we really headed?
I really want to know--
Where are we really headed?
Will we evolve and grow
Beyond black, white and yellow,
Red, brown, blue and green--
Or will we still be worshipping
Some stars in magazines?
Where are we really headed?
Just open the door--
Forget your education
And learn to live
Once more.

       

September 2, 2013
 

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The Trees, The River

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Taking a step into a paradise marsh,

reeds cut my skin as I run and I'm home. 

The gravitas that lures me there is strange,

But I see that palace and I'm no longer alone. 

To me, it's a barn or a cave or a car

Where we shelter for months, in its warmth, to hide.

The baron heath whistles cold and subdued,

Which pales to its heart of glowing embers inside.

But there's more to the trees and the river, my dear, 

My place in this world is as Sad Silent Slave.

We dread and we wait, to your Kingdom we go,

and the days spent there are where my Heaven's made.

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Excavation

Earth, sky, universe, why?
God, spirit, under lies.

 

Words cried out in such defense,
Like theives, replace our innocence.

 

Ocean, mountains, beautiful tree,
Why is it there's no harmony?

 

Wars, symbols, meanings astray,
I wish all except unity would just go away.

 

Learn to find the silent inner space,
And experience what you have been calling 'grace'.

 

6:07 PM 5/1/2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the silent world within.

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