Adam and Eve

I have the words

But perhaps I lack the wisdom

Exploration is an exciting game

Especially of those darkened inner regions

As I build my tortuous iron chain

Just like that of poor Mr. Marley

Seeking ever more worldly gain

To take along to my final party

But there are chinks in my armour

That steely shell that I built

To protect myself from me

Don’t need that silly psycho drama

Strutting on a worldly stage

Never to be heard no more

A fool full of his own import

But trapped in the guilded cage

Of his own idiotic nature

Nothing, nothing more to be

Life’s a package of candy

With sticky tangy centers

Pungent tastes in the chewing

Dissolves to nothing but tasty spit

As I fade into the glory

Of a life fell foul

I wonder if he knew

I wonder if he turned

The other cheek

Played hide and seek

In his inner garden

Eve and that bloody apple

Played out once more

Rotten to his very core

But redeemed

It seemed

At the very last bitter sweet

Moment.

Tagged: Consciousness, death, dreaming, Eve