WHY IS THEIR “HEAVEN” MY HELL? Amal A. Islim Copyright © 2009 All rights reserved

Feb. 12, 2012 - PRLog -- What most find entertaining, I do fear—annoys and bores me. Their asinine aspersions simply stupefy me. In their presence, I must while away the time—while they wish that I justify me! Most of them are to me as noise—I can’t wait for it to sleep—so I can have my saintly poise!
Meanwhile, the utopian wonders upon the words of winds—and hears the rose sings a good morning to earth! While it salutes the meadows and the moths—waiting to emerge from a miracle’s birth! Where angels swing their legs on giant trees—to manifest divine miracles to sanctify me! Murmuring, constantly, in my essence: your heart is your heaven, and heaven is home—in the tender field of earthly mother! Where souls and birds roam and play—and the joy of light is on an abundance tray! Where everyone is at peace—can we make this world, please? Yet, I comfort every dreamer—this psyche, soon, will have much presence.
As shuttles to visit the suns and moons that we can! But to merge with peace—is out of reach? I started with myself, so I could—by tormenting my every fiend.  So, careful now, with who is hiring to do their deeds— and to which hand you follow and to where it leads!
Be that as it may, I understand! There are bills to be paid— and the demands of “life” are as raids! It’s just a privilege to observe and edify! So much at hand—must survive or conquer, win, and impress!
But the world we witness is the one we make! Our inner riches must we fake? Sleeping under the starry skies! That high! Is just for a vacation! And if we can swim in deep litany—who wants to wake! Today we must indulge upon wars—and respect its time duration! Among sick souls fed by greed and blood—and by the innocent used as flesh to serve—where the beast hides behind the status of man—as detaining purity, that’s how he breathes. Perceiving that keeps me alone! My peace of mind, I’ll never trade.
My, was chained, freedom is finally free— and my heart pounds with gifted grace—I now found my mystic key—and with every dawn, I catch sight of God’s face.
Finally, I see what Aphrodite sees— but, to get here, was a slow pace. Worth it! Sure! As now, I am filled with heavenly traits.
Maybe, someday, I’ll share my “heart”! But still, for now—time for my soul, I must reserve.
Contaminated!! Yes, I was—by wearing my pain as a crown. But, my Captain within, sailed me out of every city and every town.  To the solitary sees—where there’s no such whisper: “Oh, join us down here!”—just down, down, down.
To share this with most! Yes, a risk! As I give them light and a breeze that’s brisk! And, in return, they declare wars on my every coast—maybe it’s my expectation’s mistake!
I teach them how wings to grow—but slaying wings, that they know!
In faith, I introduce them to the world above! But trusting most—is as sweet— as a cannibal’s cake! So, among them heaven seems as an endless lie—I see their world as a masquerade. Where you’re always welcome to join in—on a red carpet where the devil grins—“Look who’s here! Oh, well, well, well”!
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