Paradise On Earth Poem by Adams King

What do you call hell or
The promised heaven you claim to be
Where is life's own door or
The death gate of every being
The pope spoke of adoom foreseen
The imam spoke of a temple so holy
Evangelist spoke of a life free from sin
A world after death, O! Cheerful folly

I believe not in religious prophecies
Nor the pious doctrines of the priest
Nor a home of deluded fantasies
Where Angels and Saints do feast
Nor the lunatic tales of a horrible hell
For man is dust and dust is man
And soon uncovered by life's own shell
So do the best you can while you can

But I believe in a paradise on earth
That undressed figure upon my bed
With it's freshness like a new born breath
And a gift of pure life to rend
When such to you that gate did open
With it walls widely spread abroad
That I call a perfect picture of heaven
The peaceful path narrow or broad

But when such to you that gate did close
Denied an entrance to the flowery path
And starved of pleasure not disclosed
Such is hell a burning furnace in the heart
So shall he live in want and thirst
And hunger for that undressed figures fruit
For seek you, O! Man that treasure first
Or die of life in lies unknown to truth

For heaven and hell I do not know
Nor give ears to a life in a celestial body
But what I know that I know
That here on earth lies heaven's beauty
And also the ugliness of a hunting hell
Shaped or decided by a honeycomb
In between her walls, trapped in a hidden cell
For every man to dig to get his own

I believe in a home where pleasures are met
A home where we dance to a moanfull song
With an ambience of greater passion felt
Coupled with romantic lines from poetic tongues
From that paradise are paradise been born
A heaven creating other heavens to be
Since have I lived upon this scenty soil
Believing in a paradise that is and not to be