Holy Apostles Soup Kitchen

Sky Divers

In Love, Poetry on December 10, 2015 at 6:42 pm

Food for the soul

 

Sweety, how can I experience withdrawal from a high I never climbed?

Ecstacy, —-average  – the kind brutes and even giants are weary of.

Nirvana in an ethereal country, who fertile land we eventually descend

Has no slack like a trampoline, we’ll walk when permitted and contemplate fate

But now we’ll take the duty of trees,

Or would you rather serve as moving portraits for skyscrapers

Like 8x10s on the wall at home,

Art over our heads,

Divinity or perfect freedom?

The ultimate embrace of nothingness,

A reminder of this oneness philosophers praise,

As versus gravity

Hold my hand – an exchange of love at its finest

Where I can be you, and you could be me,

They say we both be crazy.

-Marley

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