Eden Poems

Scintillation of Eden

I couldn’t help myself, peeking through the trees
at the white, glowing moon. It seemed so close,
so far away, meant for a gothic grace - the swish
of an antique gown, nearly floating in the midst.

Two trees held the moon between them; squeezed it
exquisitely, beautifully, tenderly. I’m caught in the light
of the luminous lanterns seeking respite, surrendered
to

The Scent of Eden

"The Scent of Eden"

Up the road I walked
as if in some golden hazy dream
and along the road an honour guard 
to the left of me, of red-ripe apple trees

I walked bare feet 

into that lush abundance 
of waving dark forest green 
the scent of mystery, fresh petrichor
wet leaves underneath my soul

moistly called me in, to

Streets of Eden

Happily jumping inside the Devil's mouth,
dodging his teeth
snatching delicacies of destruction to feed on. 
You know,
Apples from Eden bloom year-round
in concrete soil fertilized with bloodshed.

The low hanging fruit comes without bruises. 
It usually lands in someone's hungry hands
before decomposition gets an invitation…
So this way of life lives on 
finding a replacement to bleed 
because The

Extinct Eden

The skyline wheezes through gauze-thick breath,
its lungs ossified in scaffolded sighs,
where children etch constellations on smog,
and pigeons strut in soot-stained pride.

Dark as coal, and quieter than sleep,
the city dreams in monochrome,
its rivers choked with yesterday’s sins,
its gardens traded for silicone.
Traffic flows like veins in a dying beast,
pumping noise into the marrow of stillness.

We built this

Eden

She collects souls to be their shepherd,
to keep them — and their short lives — safe.
All moments, catalogued
in the chaos and cosmos.

She watches them thrive.

Her curiosity appears as wit,
sharp with double entendres,
an intelligence cloaked in playful tongues.

She heals wounds that leave invisible scars.
She wraps her mind around others’ worries
and offers another way —
a kinder path,
a

Eden seed

The sun kissed by mountain goodbyes,
That’s how time flies,
With hope to rise,
And potential born of dedication,
Yet drowned beneath trepidation.

You’re the descended curse from Eden,
Grace misplaced, a soul still bleeding.
Ambiguous dreams, not synchronicity,
You are the seed of Adam and Eve,
Footsteps echo in melancholy.

You pray for wealth, not to be holy,
Chasing gold, forgetting the slowly.
But silence guards

The Flower of Eden, lyrics

Gasping as she glimpses out of the 2D                          
The majestic colors full and in 3D               

ONE LOVE

One love, one life, one God, and one story for each of us. 
Love we each make our choices, who to love and who to leave. 
Some loves just don’t meet our needs. 
Some loves just can’t see, all that we need. 
Some are perfect, but are unavailable, because they are already in a relationship.

World Enviroment Day Linking Pin Sonnet And Prayer

Creation cries through wind and wave and tree,
Tree roots clutch soil like prayers yearning free.
Free rivers sing, but choked by human hand,
Hand scorched the skies, now breathes a dying land.

Land we were gifted, Eden’s greenest grace,
Grace we forgot, now storms our hearts replace.
Replace the waste with care, the greed with love,
Love heals the earth—our charge

Tryst Inside of Eden

Love for us is always a tryst inside of Eden
intimacy shared in the most exotic of places
Whispers born from of our deepest desires
and adoring looks of contentment on sated faces

Your touch brings me from bud to full bloom 
Tenderly, you embrace me beneath moonlit skies
It's there we meld; soul entering soul with each kiss
Each caress

Fractured Eden

The Earth opens her mouth,
but only smoke escapes.
No words—just the long exhale
of something dying too slowly.

She once spoke in green—
a dialect of leaf and wing,
of rivers fluent in direction.
Now, her language is static and flame.

We stitched motorways across her skin,
called it progress.
Drilled into her marrow,
called it wealth.

Even silence has texture—
ask the glaciers, ask the bees.
She

The Great Halls of Eden

The Great Halls of Eden

(A lone voice whispers)

Walking in like the Grand Inquisitor
Tomás de Torquemada

Dressed in a dark robe

With Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata” playing loudly in her wake

I can remember when Love brought me through a gate
To a doorway leading to her Three Castles of Rejection 

Cruelty
Intolerance, and Fanaticism

And when she nearly broke me within each

MY YELLOW BUTTERFLY

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As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew  
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
 
Lifting her wings she lands on a

Mingling Our Unique

 Everybody cooks at their own time and temperature.
Your journey is for you, mine, uniquely, for me.
We are not 'sameness-evolved' meant to be.
We all grow our spirits separately,
so, too, our emotions and philosophies.
Uniqueness serves our soul’s artistry.
Some of us are new souls, others advanced.
Earth-mingling our unique is not circumstance.

If manifesting divine potential were a tangible,
it

Shadows

‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden

copper red
the taste
another from the darkness
in shadows I wait
desperate for love
one more face
I need to feel it
to feel alive in this place
no heat
skin against my skin
it's cold and unforgiving
I'll forgive myself

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