if there is an "after-life"
there may be a "before-life"
to die and depart this world
implies to be born and arrive
maybe to learn or to love
or to learn to love
and maybe, just maybe
we have died before
and this is an “after-life”

a tiny seed germinates
in the recesses of your mind
slowly infecting your innocence
wrapping its black tentacles
around your creative heart
bludgeoning the happiness
that once resided there
once perfection takes root
we are blind to freedom
we become a slave

goddess
nurturer of all things 
mother of creation 
we are born from the mother 
she nourishes with her breast 
bestows love and creative mystery 
oh simple mortal man, 
a competitive brute 
he is nothing without a goddess 
the gods spoil us with the feminine
the beautiful women of this earth 
man is lost without them

it's all about you
you loving you 
you hating you
you creating you 
you destroying you 
it was always you
no one else

it is pleasurable
to dine in heaven
to dine in hell
where we spend our time
determines where we end up
in this life
and maybe the afterlife

a tiny seed germinates
in the recesses of your mind
slowly infecting your innocence
wrapping it’s black tentacles
around your creative heart
bludgeoning the happiness
that once resided there
once perfection takes root
we are blind to freedom
we become a slave

a spark transforms
into a raging fire
crackling and bursting  
voraciously consuming all
with time the fire subsides
into dark glowing embers
radiating soft warm heat
that burns just as deeply
as the flame that gave it life
this is the progression of love