I’ll beseech God the best I can to permit me to return to you and describe for you the wonders of heaven.
Such an endeavor would seem plausible except for God’s obsession with faith.
However, if I were to sneak out of heaven I would bring for you a page from the Book of Life.
On it you may write the names of those you cannot bear to spend eternity without, I’m sure the good Lord would not mind. After all, God is love, except of course for his obsession with truth.
On that fateful day, when St. Paul, manning the pearly gates should discover the missing page, his most likely course of action will be to request the services of the old and wise King Solomon.
Who can forge the handwriting of God?
Not that Serpent of old, for even though he is most cunning among the beasts, he has no concept of love.
To lie for love is a paradox unique to man.
The angels must feel like creation would be perfect, with the exception of God’s obsession with man.
What an adventure it would be, to be heavens stowaway.
What is a day in eternity?
Raised platforms and haunting phantoms,
Pendulum swings and reckless lovers.
Stolen moments and borrowed covers,
Hopeless heartbreaks and significant others.
Curbed desires and unrequited affection,
Self afflictions and toxic addictions.
Shared kisses and easy dismissals,
Late nights and lame excuses.
Wanted targets and absent warnings,
Broken homes and ignored callings
Like the volcanic ash of Pompeii destroy me,
I beseech you!
Watch the embers of my black heart burn crimson.
If I know nothing but hurt it will be the only love I have ever known.
If I love until it hurts doesn’t it mean there will only be more love to give?
Adoring you with my dying breath
I give myself as though Persephone.
I will forsake my Demeter if only to be with you.
Soooooooo I’m doing a 30day Challenge for April. A Poem a day for 30days. Feel free to join.
Here we go… DAY 1
If you dare to dance on my grave on Fool’s Day
I promise to be the fiercest ghoul
that never died.
I will huff and puff and scare you away
And tweak and pinch you until you cried.
If you dare to shed a crocodile tear in my demise
I promise to scream till blood rolls in their stead.
I will screech like nails on blackboard ’til you realise
that I can’t stand you even when I’m dead.