Absent Minded
What a poem from heaven would sound like
How do i word this?
i guess its like a riddle...
If you knew the truth of every paragraph you live
and how to read into it
you would see the love
the truth
the foreshadowing
the humbled prayers of angels
In heaven your existamce as i understand it is a dream
like a riddle
that one day you write it down
like a poem
and then pick apart the meaning
to see the truth that is there
how do you explain that after the tower has fallen?
You wake up in the morning
roll out of bed
stretch yawn scratch
brush your teeth
have a shower
get dressed
pull on you underwear socks pants shirt
then your shoes jacket
and head out the door ypou lock behind you
to go to where you need to be
in heaven that example of reality is in a different language
you write down your experience
it is like a love letter written to you by reality
given to you by your soul mate
a case of god surprising angels and gods
sure there are doors
but they arent called doors
and they mean the same thing
but in heaven when you go through a door
it carries a whole different significance then here on earth
Like a poet writing about the flowers and sunsets
and oceans and humming birds
heaven is an experience where every experience
everymoment is another written lovenote
another written love prayer
anpother remoinder of a positive affirmation
of how tewrrific and appreciated you are
but here on earth
when you look through the metaphors of reality
you can only begin to fathom
what has caused the gods to be soo upset
in heaven every object was a piece of a riddle of how much love was
and how much you were a part of it
here everything seems so meaningless
just scrambled words
of cookies doors jars
and boots
soo many daggers and ultimatums
soo many poisoned prayers
and reasons to cry
I could try to tell you
I could try to explain it to you
but the song says it was just a dream
just a dream
like a riddle of love
and everything named after a man or woman of effection
before gods heart was broken and shattered
perhaps before he was muerdered on his honeymoon
every creation
everylanguage was as piece of this riddle
it echoed around you
and the closer you got to the truth
the more love you felt
door was the way
a room was like passion
you would drink from a metaphor of something
and what you would swallow
would be another metaphor of who loved who and why
whwen you dreampt and how and about what
was another clue to the riddle of passions and intensity
heaven would be like studying reality
writing it down
picking apart the metaphor of existance
and being thrown intoa love story
to find that somehow you were thrown into the middle of it
here we scramble eggs for breakfast
cook bacon and drink orange juice
when you break it down the eggs are dead chickens
the orange huice is a sense of advertised sunkisses
so in a sense breakfast is a beautiful ultiamtum of love me or else
and if your a stinky pig your gonna get cooked in strips
so dont forget to shower?
who knows how it works here
but im still on my toes!
i just remember the parallel world
where every day was like a reminder of love
and who loved me in case i forgot
i remember it like every breathe was a hug
and every sstep was a kiss
every room was a memento
and every raindrop was a season of ecstacy that i would come to find
when i picked apart the metaphor orf the riddle to rediscover it again
but here
in this world
did we scrambe our marbles
is everything okay?
should i have waited longer by that trap door
sure the tower fell and the languages and tongues of every language
have severla layers of slang
and even the angels and professors play different games
i just know that in this world i feel in my heart
everyday was alove poem to me
and every thing was a remion der of how much heloved me
and everything was a riddle of leading me to my happy ending
so tell me am i the suckert that got murdered on my honeymoon
and thats why we have soo many ultiamtums
and the poisoned angels and psychics
that terrorise me with nightmares
they love me
but they either want a turn or they want me to find a real soul mate
so the pieces can fit in another way?
i often wonder who i am!!!!
its like reality being a scavenger hunt from your lover
and everyday your being led to your soul mate
who will love you forever
all you haaave to do is find the clues
sort them out and follow your heart
but are we at war
in that world there was no paranoia
i guess ive been suckered and my heart is broken
i don't know how long it will take before it mends
but every breakfast remember
you better love me or else
and if you feel dirty
like some kind of pig
whose showering who with what anyway?
go ahead get dirty
there is always sunlight!
don't worry mr. clean
valentines day and april fools
will never fall on the same day
but christmas and halloween
might one day be paraded
i guess its like a riddle...
If you knew the truth of every paragraph you live
and how to read into it
you would see the love
the truth
the foreshadowing
the humbled prayers of angels
In heaven your existamce as i understand it is a dream
like a riddle
that one day you write it down
like a poem
and then pick apart the meaning
to see the truth that is there
how do you explain that after the tower has fallen?
You wake up in the morning
roll out of bed
stretch yawn scratch
brush your teeth
have a shower
get dressed
pull on you underwear socks pants shirt
then your shoes jacket
and head out the door ypou lock behind you
to go to where you need to be
in heaven that example of reality is in a different language
you write down your experience
it is like a love letter written to you by reality
given to you by your soul mate
a case of god surprising angels and gods
sure there are doors
but they arent called doors
and they mean the same thing
but in heaven when you go through a door
it carries a whole different significance then here on earth
Like a poet writing about the flowers and sunsets
and oceans and humming birds
heaven is an experience where every experience
everymoment is another written lovenote
another written love prayer
anpother remoinder of a positive affirmation
of how tewrrific and appreciated you are
but here on earth
when you look through the metaphors of reality
you can only begin to fathom
what has caused the gods to be soo upset
in heaven every object was a piece of a riddle of how much love was
and how much you were a part of it
here everything seems so meaningless
just scrambled words
of cookies doors jars
and boots
soo many daggers and ultimatums
soo many poisoned prayers
and reasons to cry
I could try to tell you
I could try to explain it to you
but the song says it was just a dream
just a dream
like a riddle of love
and everything named after a man or woman of effection
before gods heart was broken and shattered
perhaps before he was muerdered on his honeymoon
every creation
everylanguage was as piece of this riddle
it echoed around you
and the closer you got to the truth
the more love you felt
door was the way
a room was like passion
you would drink from a metaphor of something
and what you would swallow
would be another metaphor of who loved who and why
whwen you dreampt and how and about what
was another clue to the riddle of passions and intensity
heaven would be like studying reality
writing it down
picking apart the metaphor of existance
and being thrown intoa love story
to find that somehow you were thrown into the middle of it
here we scramble eggs for breakfast
cook bacon and drink orange juice
when you break it down the eggs are dead chickens
the orange huice is a sense of advertised sunkisses
so in a sense breakfast is a beautiful ultiamtum of love me or else
and if your a stinky pig your gonna get cooked in strips
so dont forget to shower?
who knows how it works here
but im still on my toes!
i just remember the parallel world
where every day was like a reminder of love
and who loved me in case i forgot
i remember it like every breathe was a hug
and every sstep was a kiss
every room was a memento
and every raindrop was a season of ecstacy that i would come to find
when i picked apart the metaphor orf the riddle to rediscover it again
but here
in this world
did we scrambe our marbles
is everything okay?
should i have waited longer by that trap door
sure the tower fell and the languages and tongues of every language
have severla layers of slang
and even the angels and professors play different games
i just know that in this world i feel in my heart
everyday was alove poem to me
and every thing was a remion der of how much heloved me
and everything was a riddle of leading me to my happy ending
so tell me am i the suckert that got murdered on my honeymoon
and thats why we have soo many ultiamtums
and the poisoned angels and psychics
that terrorise me with nightmares
they love me
but they either want a turn or they want me to find a real soul mate
so the pieces can fit in another way?
i often wonder who i am!!!!
its like reality being a scavenger hunt from your lover
and everyday your being led to your soul mate
who will love you forever
all you haaave to do is find the clues
sort them out and follow your heart
but are we at war
in that world there was no paranoia
i guess ive been suckered and my heart is broken
i don't know how long it will take before it mends
but every breakfast remember
you better love me or else
and if you feel dirty
like some kind of pig
whose showering who with what anyway?
go ahead get dirty
there is always sunlight!
don't worry mr. clean
valentines day and april fools
will never fall on the same day
but christmas and halloween
might one day be paraded
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What a poem from heaven would sound like
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