A Song To a Paradise ( Thought Loss )

To love’s adamantine, Please make particles of rain, Please grace your scene, With a garden so green, On the earth a bit shy, For the mind's so dry, Love please fall from the sky, Water your garden veggie, before they die! Today at two, tomorrow at noon, Just let it be soon, Your life is not the loom, Nor the power of soon, But may love’s command, Very well stand, Within the man, As love can! Will love’s paradise, Became a sacrifice, Or become an earthly vice, Will it suffices, From the highest, Succumb to the lowest, As love’s wind blowiest, The shifts away, As many play, As life ebbs away! The head, Has bled, For the body instead, Death has been fed, For bodies that fled, An eye for an eye, A tooth for a tooth, Just the mind’s goof, For love was cut loose, From death’s booth! As love will tell, All is well, For I am the swell, That built a well, I am the disperse, Of love’s reverse, Carnal mind is the curse, Of death’s disperse, Man’s very worse, Became man’s curse! My perfection in the man, Will very well stand, As the land, Is wet I stand, Love very well can, Be a man, As love in whom I command, In even forsaken land! Love like a hard clod, To whom normal toes give a nod, Love in the sod, Of God! Adamantine, So keen, I mean, To the heart, Love’s start! A paradise loss, To a winter frost, Only to a mind, up tight, With fright, In a winter’s night! Let us fly paradise, Kite!!! 7-1-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com