Apple Of Your Bleeding Heart
© Surazeus
2018 02 08
Of all the human beings who ever lived,
moving through this world of atomic forms,
I wonder why I am me and no one else,
conscious of myself alone in this body.
I eat the apple of your bleeding heart
and feel the rebirth of our dancing star
that renders obsolete the psychic chart
we use to navigate the maze of lies
which leads us back home from the Underworld
so when we gaze in mirror of the skies
we do not see the false god of our hope
and know instead the truth of life and death.
Each door we open to our world of dreams
must lead us to the real valley of streams.
Since I feel so alive this hour of time
in all the spinning of worlds around stars
I wonder if this conscious soul of mine
existed long before I woke as me.
I eat the apple of your bleeding heart
and taste the gushing waterfalls of time
that swirl atomic particles of light
in zapping rhythm of the pulsing star
that weaves my brain from cosmic sparks of life
so when we gaze in mirror of our eyes
we dream the vision of evolving Earth
to conjure virtual world of idol gods.
Each day we wake inside the world of dreams
we explore the real world of hills and streams.
Since we know nothing before we are born
and we blank out when we drift into sleep,
I know my soul is conjured by my brain
as conscious function of perceptive hope.
I eat the apple of your bleeding heart
and bury seeds of sorrow we design
to cultivate large grove of apple trees
in Desolation Canyon of the mind
where children chase the shadows of the sun
like we explore the nature of the world
so when we gaze in mirror of the sun
we hear the vibrant tunes of molecules.
Each truth we comprehend in Book of Life
we learn real facts of harmony and strife.
My brain perceives real bodies made of atoms
that aggregate from clinking carbon rings
then designates ideas to spell their forms,
explaining forces of cause and effect.
I eat the apple of your bleeding heart
and lead lost souls singing in temple hall
where prophet of the broken world designs
new ontology to explain all things
that leads us to discover angel wings
so when we gaze in mirror of the night
we fly swift airplanes high among the clouds
to photograph our world for global map.
Each child we teach the ancient song of truth
learns to explore the real world like a sleuth.
© Surazeus
2018 02 08
Of all the human beings who ever lived,
moving through this world of atomic forms,
I wonder why I am me and no one else,
conscious of myself alone in this body.
I eat the apple of your bleeding heart
and feel the rebirth of our dancing star
that renders obsolete the psychic chart
we use to navigate the maze of lies
which leads us back home from the Underworld
so when we gaze in mirror of the skies
we do not see the false god of our hope
and know instead the truth of life and death.
Each door we open to our world of dreams
must lead us to the real valley of streams.
Since I feel so alive this hour of time
in all the spinning of worlds around stars
I wonder if this conscious soul of mine
existed long before I woke as me.
I eat the apple of your bleeding heart
and taste the gushing waterfalls of time
that swirl atomic particles of light
in zapping rhythm of the pulsing star
that weaves my brain from cosmic sparks of life
so when we gaze in mirror of our eyes
we dream the vision of evolving Earth
to conjure virtual world of idol gods.
Each day we wake inside the world of dreams
we explore the real world of hills and streams.
Since we know nothing before we are born
and we blank out when we drift into sleep,
I know my soul is conjured by my brain
as conscious function of perceptive hope.
I eat the apple of your bleeding heart
and bury seeds of sorrow we design
to cultivate large grove of apple trees
in Desolation Canyon of the mind
where children chase the shadows of the sun
like we explore the nature of the world
so when we gaze in mirror of the sun
we hear the vibrant tunes of molecules.
Each truth we comprehend in Book of Life
we learn real facts of harmony and strife.
My brain perceives real bodies made of atoms
that aggregate from clinking carbon rings
then designates ideas to spell their forms,
explaining forces of cause and effect.
I eat the apple of your bleeding heart
and lead lost souls singing in temple hall
where prophet of the broken world designs
new ontology to explain all things
that leads us to discover angel wings
so when we gaze in mirror of the night
we fly swift airplanes high among the clouds
to photograph our world for global map.
Each child we teach the ancient song of truth
learns to explore the real world like a sleuth.
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