This Gift Of Ambrosia You Give, Treasure Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

This Gift Of Ambrosia You Give, Treasure



i want to share ambrosia with you under a sheet

prety cool, worth the journey

through the storm, god is my witness, he is there every step of the way

he sifts the devoted from the kleenex

the loyal body of whirlind efimeral power dealers

but im anaesthisised, the real paradise was unattainable

so a drink and chemical bliss was close enough

redemption

But why so much sadness, happyness is great

and everybody wants it more than sadness



forever switchig the material reward

in my cave there is only me and my shadow

come and taste me with a botle of ambrosia

we will swich the cards an lay our love in the firmament

passionate victims of the gods

waiting for lift off in the clear light of the moon

mission completted

the bread has been eaten

the bewitched fools, have met their doom

love was my god and paradise

but it was an illusion,

the closest to a real paradise but you slashed my shirt

the conoseurs of gods love

have their pleasure

a moment in paradise

the guilty will lack concience of their actions in the eyes of the all powerful servant

those who love the asphalt

thir life will be hard

for those who sit amongst the roses will witness compeling miracles

those who love god will be, and rewarded

theirs will be the fire

Thursday, November 28, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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