Crack a Bad Apple

nature lies dormant amidst its becking plough society is blind you see so I need poetry to face reality to digress in languished thoughts of muse life is a puzzle taking each piece to fit a carefree way to an honest flower bouquet each of us exists in one form or another one needs a shoulder to cry as time passes by moments shaped in the very fabric of thought you buy your five dollar chicken at Costco time heals wounds yet time waits for no man let the reader understand that God has an ultimate plan Crack a bad apple as each episode unfolds going ever deeper then before there lies an opened door by which to humbly explore there is a direct correlation between that of heaven & hell yet I have a very good story to tell ivy briars twist and turn along the path of cobblestone alone in the night choose humble brevity better then living by sight Crack a bad apple if your able on the table use a heavy knife to get inside watch as the apple will peal many play a game in life of lets make a deal yet who are they anyways as I bow my head to pray think of a rainbow with colors exposed vast illumination of colors which permeate from within sullen brevity in a quest to never leave in the end we shall all see what we had achieved