If paradise had a name
A prism of the tongue
I would speak it to you, and hear
The tinkling laughter that bless'd the air

And clouds would hear my poem
And spread it through the rain
And eager faces turned to the spring
Would feel my words also

Chuckles showered 'cross the green

Sunny minds would face each other
And grinning, speak the words of meaning
What charmed thoughts would dot the village squares,
And sighing fields of this land

You'd bring that be
A conduit of mercy
A funnel of good will
What wonderful eyes you have that
Look into the skies with me

Close
But I can only see from a distance
A thick dense fog stands in between
I ******* wish to god I could see

It’s so beautiful over there
Somewhere I cannot define
The air is fresh
The grass is green
Paradise, as If I was in a dream

I walk through a war to get there
A ******, butchered scene
Still it feels like home
And I find it hard to leave


I thrive in the mayhem
but it does not benefit me
Set me free of my memories
I want to stay where the grass is green

Questers of truth
With mystical souls and mystery minds
Once in awhile need a rewind
Slowdown the pace
And seek for places and spaces that
reignite the spirit and water the soul
Seeking for places and spaces that speak peace and fill the mind with ease
Seek places and spaces that bring uttermost connection
A home away from home
A haven
© Sonia Ettyang

standing in the sun's golden rays,
you let yourself enjoy the peaceful paradise,
that's hardly ever to come.

the way you smile suddenly feels so foreign,
as i witness your moment from afar,
hands crumbled into tight fists.

the stinging pain has become numb,
for centuries of laying on my bed,
gaze glued onto the ceiling,
and muffled sobs.

but when you're laying on the fresh cut grass,
with hands spread on the spacious greens,
it hits me again but harder than before.

yet this time is different,
because you're finally happy,
so despite my hard feelings,
i pick up my feet and turn away.

because you deserve this happiness,
i don't get to take that away from you,
so with a heavy heart,
and a mind of thousands of words,
i leave before i disturb your paradise.

i shove the confession down my throat,
even if it will soon eat me alive again.
i love you, and i did this for you.

Pimps and ******
Missiles and guns
Death the score
Sacrifice for fun

Dollars for dancing
Paradise for blood
Money men prancing
Preaching the flood  

Jesus the Christ
Bringing the end
Mohammed given the keys
To Syria, Persia, & Yemen

Religion’s a bubble
Waiting to bust
Propped up by the gullible
Distracted by lust

The Gods are worthless
You better short the dollar
The faithful and faithless
All living in squalor

Mammon, a prince of hell
That’s who we worship
Ring the bell
Ready the warship!

The contemporaries show the world at it’s best as a panoramic pane of glass,

     Clad in bloodless steel.

But it has never looked more a forbidden garden than between prison-bar windows,

     My view is the sweetest fruit.

And I wouldn’t take the modern architecture because what now looks like paradise,

     Is probably a parking lot.