Crack A Bad Apple

A love poem

　

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