I found the door to heaven.
When I close my eyes and sleep
I see the door to heaven in my dreams;
don’t tell those that hate and the tax
collectors; they will ruin my heaven
like they ruin my home here on earth.
Last night I used the door in
my dream to enter my heaven;
I won’t let the cat out of the
bag but I came out of my heaven
and dreams with my demons exorcised
and a foolproof plan for the future.
This morning I heard a singer singing
that she was riding a Cadillac in
her dreams; well maybe she too
has found the door to her heaven
in her dream. As the saying goes,
“What works for Peter may work for
Paul.” So everyone should search for
the door to their heaven in their dreams,
for in dreams, heaven is within reach.

There were rainbow colors in the skies
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She had clouds in her eyes
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She saw things with colors no ones ever seen before
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She had keys to every door.
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All of them except for his heart
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And it slowly tore her apart
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It tore her to pieces
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And now she is dreamless
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And all of her colors are gone

The door to freedom opened,
Yet there he still remained,
For the will to fly has atrophied,
And the bird is finally caged.

please open the door
who do i cry for
the golden door is close
do you not want the joy, the ecstasy
the rose bush is blooming, fully flowering
let me in, just unlock the door
my quiver is full, my bow taunt, where is your heart

Truth knocked on my heart
it hurt to hear its noise
I knew if I opened
I would never
be the same
again

4/5/2019

In the middle of my transgression,
That trap I’ve fallen in before,
I cry out with desperation,
And I find an open door.
Could it have been there the whole time?

When there seems to be no progression,
It seems I can’t bear it any longer.
Where is the inert deliberation?
Somehow I must ignore the anger,
But how can I find good in the grime?

All I can see: my inward aggression!
That fuse always burning shorter,
Only accomplishing obliteration.
As I make myself a martyr,
I am sacrificed for an unknown crime.

Though my face gains new expression,
New is just another word for darker.
Inward digs the outward oppression,
It must die, but never can I conquer.
Death bells don’t seem to chime.

My focus is always my impression,
I exist to make me look better.
If it were up to my discretion,
All would fall into disorder.
Does it ever end, this eternal climb?

My story now in compression,
I couldn’t resist anymore.
My biggest fears now in suppression,
The door is the way out. Therefore,
Step though, I must. It’s showtime.

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This is the end of all my repression!
All of me spilled on the floor!
There is no regression!
All of me, anyone can explore!
This exposed feeling is not sublime!

That open door, a misimpression?
Expectation missed, take it away, I implore!
My perspective, it doesn’t freshen,
My new life, why for it do I deplore?
Still I desire to go backwards everytime.

Is Your will bent for my depression?
Is Your love just folklore?
No! Doubt is sadly my profession,
Thank You for all that You restore,
You forgive my idiotic paradigm.

Maybe this was all to get my attention.
Though my soul feels sore,
I know I’m in a better position.
You’ve won, forget the score,
Although over time I worked overtime.

Results result from action,
What’s this all for?
Near extinction, is my confession,
But I’m no longer like that dinosaur.
I’m running out of words to rhyme.

In the end, I made the right decision,
It’s all so much more,
I’m thankful for my Implosion,
There’s less of me than before,
With you in side as my enzyme.