Spurious Scripture

 
The principles of forever
would be transparent if
they could be actual.

We are the carvings(shapes unknown)
in the back of an eye of uncertain existence
as it soars, beyond spheres,
beyond beyond.

Don't read me wrong,
this is a lovesong, baby.
Your toes have been mindlessly
tapping since birth.

Nothing should make you want to live,
to love, more than this gradual reflux.
Each significant touch
from the past, and possible future
is a door.
You've got to open some.

Everyday, is a perfect tragedy:
O' the love. O' the inevitability.
Life is so wonderfully cruel.

Any time is the right time
to start believing in angels
and stop loving ghosts
because cynics and realists
will never go to heaven.
They're gonna die a lonely death.
Yes,
I'll never go to heaven.