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A meditation on the Present

The gates to heaven
Have always been wide open
For any to enter
There are no angels
Or saints waiting
You may walk right through
But don’t expect anything
Anyone can walk through
Only those who believe
They can make their own heaven
Are set free

There is a duality to this place
Those who walk through
The freely open doors
Expecting to be given
What was promised
Those never leave
Spending eternity in Paradise
They haunt and become haunted
The Rusty Gates are always open
But they aren’t capable
Of leaving
The hell they created for themselves

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An Ode to Mangoes

Your fragrance,
Simultaneously bewildering,
And calming,
Sets into motion,
A desire for memories,
I follow my nose.

Ah, there you are,
A sight for sore eyes,
Pleasing curves,
Coloured softly and brightly,
Shades of green, red, yellow, and orange,
My entire being aches for you.

I move closer,
My heart beating faster,
My yearning for you,
And a past life,
Grows with every step.

I am here,
My precious,
I had forgotten,
My fondness,
for your plumpness.

I reach for you,
Feeling your soft skin,
Running my fingers,
Along your familiar shape,
One of you will not do,
I want all of you.

Come home with me,
I will bathe you,
Caressing you lovingly,
Before I devour you.

With every move of my hand,
You surrender,
Your wetness drips and splashes,
A heady sweetness,
From another world.

Your flesh in my mouth,
Intoxicating,
Ignites fireworks in my mind,
I struggle to consume,
Your every last drop,
Every last morsel,
I do not want to forget.

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Art

Art can strive to remind us of the larger picture, to bring us out of the little boxes that we use to keep safe. Art should strive to remind us that we can choose to have beating hearts larger than life, that we are so much more and that we can do so much more. Each one of us carries a piece of humanity and of the Earth, each one of us has the potential to move humanity and the Earth. If a work of art does not intend to bring its audience back to these basics, it is not art.