Divine Triology (Composed as a competition entry for Levi's Competition)

I

Maybe hell is fun.
When the world moves
Opposite, it’s coming to me.
The earth opens to seduce me
& the clouds are no longer
Clouds, they seem like
Soap foams, making me
Pose like hot & wanted.

Those naked trees are thorny
As if they reproach like a rock-star.
The king of death is the tax
Of my heaven, where I am wanted
To be showered with presents
Because I embrace the ghosts
& never complain.


II

Nothing seems to move
Like I have wanted
But then the planets are moving.
I am progressing for sure
Like a creatures length
Making it unaware,
Like millions of cells
Living and dying everyday.

The sun is hot above
Just enough for photosynthesis
Desire versus temptations
Occupy like sexual domains,
Pay & use!


III

An illusion comes
Made of something precious
Than the golden biscuits,
Wrapped & hidden.
The king of death is treasurer
Of a frequently haunting place
That moves slower than the clouds.
They seem to move away,
Slip away like a hot porn scene
When not browsed.

When I try to buy my heaven
Only repentance looms,
Larger than life & cinema,
Shining inside the kaleidoscope
The machine of burying dreams
Or a rollercoaster tumbling me down
Smashing my brains into the
Pit of the hell.
Heaven kills.