I’ve had this recurring
Dream ever since i
Was young

There was an infinite row of
Spanish Style houses
Cool and fresh air
Whistled through the
Palm trees
Sun's warmth coated me
Like a warm hug
There was no noise or clutter
Just peace

I felt at home,
At ease
In that paradise

A bloom of sunshine in a day
Playfully, picking up flowers for a fine treat
The paint of pastel that allures eyes
A sort of smile, a kind of way
Of a certain imagination of a happy gray
This will end a premonition for a day

A messy room for such a baby
Waking up, staring at a mirror; saying,
"You're a child"-- quite deceitful to look at it
Starting the day with a thing
Seemingly, suspicious to talk about
A delighted grace dives as i open the door
A place condemned of mockery and derogation
Sought as heaven for bullet heads

I stood on the crack
The party begins with a slap
Raise a cup! Raise a cup!
Green faces hover the floor
Crawling for legs, it's for sure
All come to see my beautiful
My rose, my bad
Skin as baby's lips
An adorn, i tremble
Carried me into the woods

One night, a filthy paradise
A job to have it inside
Pour with sweat over my body
Strangled my garments to shreds
Shackles, chains, ropes
Arms stretched, legs loose
Bend over 'til a joint injects
It is a norm for me
Oh how, why it shuts me
Please daddy, don't you grab me

As a prize, i puked 'em all
An illusion of running, always cuts me
My reward can't give me toys to play
A thousand compliments I put on my dress
While they see nothing on me
It thrills to call me pretty
Well indeed, I was trained
As a subject to pet a doll
They ask me if i want a candy
Who would ever thought, I was the sweetest candy

I know, it would be like this
A history of my shattered daydream
My haunted misery
Behind beauty is a lost innocent child
I am pretty baby
Oh why they throw me?

My ladies are not lost
They tarry a while
Loaded down with disturbance and hurt
With loneliness and fear
Yet she is gentle, as the dew at dawn
As the breast of the thrush
And she is true like the sycamore
She has pain that tears at her soul
That bruises her very heart
She has deep sadness
That swallows her down and steals her hope
But all is not gone
Is not out of reach
A day is coming
A day of new beginnings
A new world
With a new sun
That will light the path to the real life
She will cleanse her tired feet in the moist green meadow
And dance among a flame of tulips
A garland of daisies will be strung upon her pale neck
She will kiss the fallow deer
And frolic with the little ape
Her sadness will be wiped clean by the streams of joy
That will flow endlessly from the mountain
Trees will bow to her with offerings of colour
All flowers and tastes will excite her endlessly
White topped mountains will be her candles
Lit by the glorious light of a new dawn
Love will overwhelm her
And take her by the hand
For she has been told
Her eye will behold
Sights that she has never beheld
Sounds that she has not heard
Her mother's voice singing a lullabye
The face of her grandmother's mother
The sweet echo of pure silence
Her little ones will flourish, free of their scars
And she will taste motherhood for the first time
With all the rich meaning that it brings
And she will greet her lost ones, stolen by death
There will be no trembling or hiding
No sting of creature, or death
She will not need to hope
For all her hopes will be fulfilled
All malice and breakdown of spirit will be lifted from her gentle heart
That it might be soft and true again
As her beauty
She will never be lost again
Never know mourning again
She will forever know peace
As a green forest that sways in a gentle breeze
That whispers to her
Words of love, of comfort and rest  
For a daystar will rise in her heart
And she will be saved
She will be whole
For she has bowed to a righteous king
And he has promised my loves, my ladies
They will be there, on that cleansed earth
When that kingdom arrives
The kingdom of love and healing

I've seen Eden.
I've taken in its breath.
Embraced its luster.
It's a peace unlike any other.

I dance on the precipice.
The edge of paradise.
Looking over,
I see myself.

Lying alone, weeping softly.
I see his thoughts.
His obsessions.
His curse.

If I had a rope I'd help him up.
Should I abandon my utopia,
to share its wonders with him.
The jump isn't that far down.

I am very sure,

paradises do exist –


because I lost one.

Let's go to a place where only wild flowers grow
To feel the sun radiating off our skin and hear our laughters in the wind

Once her sadness forgets the pain of every miserable day, her smile starts to bloom again into its ethereal form like a paradise that had just been found.

Seeing your genuine happiness makes me feel alive. Your warm touch keeps my soul ignited. It's as if my soul wants to flow and rekindle your lost flame.

If thou perchance hast longed for my embrace;
thou felt its spectre linger on thy skin,
thou must unearth a paradise wherein
abundant is the fruit that thou shall taste.
     Its sweetness and perfume will thus invade
thyself, who art perplexed by strident din,
(which one mistakes to be the medicine)
and shall be cured of solitude's malaise.
     And thou may wonder where doth one procure
this nectar so sublime that guarantees
escaping from the claws of loneliness?
    In silence, these empyreal orchards endure
the perturbations of the fleeting years,
and in the fruits they bear - thither I rest.

There is a snake there, waiting
venomously for an apple that makes its fangs fall out.
The first of sentient apes turn on immortal creators,
and are charged in the eye of Justice
for every extraordinary discovery in the ensuant history of
sin.