Heavenly Paradigm

 

golden glass

The streets are made of golden glass

A maxim for the spoken mass

The hats of men arranged on pikes,

for greetings at an open mic.

 

St. Peter sparks a lovely talk

With angels on their midday walk

Where spatial reason holds no weight

And racial treason has no state—

 

And morning, noon, and night is light

And night no longer bears a sight.

The sun then takes a needed seat

For light from God exceeds replete.

 

We wash away our human face

And bathe in holy woven grace

Dispatch such ideologies

Removed much animosities—

 

Where expiry is all but purged

And diaries of love, but words

Each moment drenched in utter bliss,

shown with a monarch’s fluttered kiss.

 

Temporal wishes fade away

The mornings made of still allay

In free discourse, we state our minds

With intellect and traits entwined.

 

No pedestals for champs to stand

Equality, the stamp, the brand

As bygone mentors come for tea,

With past cohorts we’ve longed to see.

 

In sated hearts swelled ill with love

Now eye to eye with God above

So much to say we hardly speak

The bond attained has sharply peaked

 

We rap about creation’s end

The moment when elation mends

And hours seem to disappear

The winds all filled with balladeers

 

In sweet sensations goes the day

No petals felled from rose’s spray.

The moments filled with more no mores

And keys to fit each floor and door

 

Come through the gates of narrow pass

Between the blades of greener grass

For wide the gates where ruin lies

And dark the nights of ashen skies

 

So many flock the other way

But gates this slender will not fray

So enter into Paradise

where all salute your sacrifice.

 

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

8 thoughts on “Heavenly Paradigm

    • April 28, 2017 at 11:58 AM
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      Thank you so much Phyllis

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  • April 26, 2017 at 8:31 PM
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    Jaw dropping flow, wow! Excellent Paul, such a vivid, heavenly expression–and tea! 🙂 Beautifully penned, with much to be desired.

    Best,
    Mel

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    • April 28, 2017 at 11:58 AM
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      Tea!! I love a great cup of tea probably more so than a good coffee. Thank you so much for your kind words Mel

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  • April 26, 2017 at 11:17 PM
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    A very ethereal and thought-provoking insight into what heaven could be in feel and in choice. It just reveals how messed up humanity has become, in our pointless quest for all the wrong things. The picture works perfectly for the light feel of the piece, yet it is burdened by the truth. A great work Paul, I love it!

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    • April 28, 2017 at 12:00 PM
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      Yeah we really dropped the ball as a species, so many things we have done against humanity and good that it really makes you wonder if we will make it past the eternal veil into Heaven.~Paul

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  • April 27, 2017 at 3:29 AM
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    Sooo many pictures you dredge up within this sated mind. Another very well spoken and created piece. You excel, young man!

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    • April 28, 2017 at 12:01 PM
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      Thank you so much my friend for your kind words.

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