Bite into this fresh fruit
Closed eyes
Sustenance and pleasure
Fragrance and flesh
In this intant
Is that a connection you feel
With the earth, or is it the tree
Perhaps it is our planet’s love
Or just the taste of life
This poem was inspired by Judeitakali’s poem, “Market day”:
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
