If you are good, you'll go to heaven.
At least that is what so many humans say.
Talking of golden streets,
no more tears,
eternal love,
and angels.
I don't want to go to heaven when I die.
I want to bring heaven to earth while I'm alive.
Who will help Me?

I have crawled through this world
seeking only love
reduced to a worm
empty hearted
afraid of nothing
except to die this way.

Once the trash is taken to the curb , don’t bring it in again,
nor replay sad memories ,branding your life with pain.
The foul stench of rotting garbage, we dare not entertain
or maggots will worm their way in salty tears of rain.

When I think of  life , I think of the dead,
when I think of black, I think shades of white,
when I think of good, I think of evil,
when I think of  dark , I think of morning light.

When I think of  tears, I think of a smile,
when I think of  love, I think of human hate,
when I think of  work, I think of play,
when I think of  hell, I think of heavens gate.

When I think of God, I think of God.

I can repair what you have done to my spirit,,
shattering it’s fragile essence of belief.
I can repair what you have done do my very soul
misleading it into burning fires.
I can repair what you have done to my minds thoughts,
Leaving an impression lies.
What I cannot repair is your self character,
an illusion I held, till now.