‘Only when the 9th month blooms will you taste life.. briefly
Only when the heart stops may your essence return to me.
I, Death, grant you One century –
to live as you please in the Land of the Envied.
A place where creation sparks thrice a second,
Where my sister – Love, is worshipped as Gaia the planet.
From Death’s hand you are granted a vessel,
Mortal wrappings through which one may travel.
Such is the contract between Love and Death. .
They who seek paradise out of nothingness.
Once you return –
Do not be shocked.
For a poem is a Soul,
And life but a thought.’
Portals wound in flesh pushed creatures from bloody canvas.
Some come with claws –
Another could speak and communities listened.
In the Land of the Envied,
We write our stories so the Coming may listen:
‘Return this place to the way that it was ~
A blissful existence. .
The Land of Love.’ – JPSoliloquy
A ridiculously enjoyable collab with Artist@art_by_rima combining my poetry with her painting. Man this was so much fun guys ~