The Gates Of Eden

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Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull it glides 
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Upon 4-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides 
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With his candle lit into the sun, though its glow is waxed in black 
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All except when ‘neath the trees of Eden 
 
The lampost stands with folded arms, its iron claws attached 
To curbs ‘neath holes where babies wail though it shadows metal badge 
All in all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow 
No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden 
 
This savage soldier sticks his head in sand and then complains 
Unto the shoeless hunter who‘s gone deaf but still remains 
Upon the beach where hounddogs bay at ships with tattooed sails 
Heading for the gates of Eden 
 
With a time-rusted compass blade, Aladdin and his Lamp 
Sits with utopian hermit monks, side-saddle on the Golden Calf 
And on their promises of paradise you will not hear a laugh 
All except inside the gates of Eden 
 
Relationships of ownership they whisper in the wings 
To those condemned to act accordingly and wait for succeeding kings 
And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings 
There are no kings inside the gates of Eden 
 
The motorcycle black madonna two-wheeled gypsy queen 
And her silver studded phantom cause the grey-flanneled dwarf to scream 
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey who pick up on his breadcrumbs sins 
And there are no sins inside the gates of Eden 
 
The kingdoms of experience in the precious winds they rot 
While paupers change possessions each one wishing for what the other has got 
And the princess and the prince discuss what‘s real and what is not 
It doesnt matter inside the gates of Eden 
 
The foreign sun it squints upon a bed that is never mine 
As friends and other strangers from their fates try to resign 
Leaving men wholly totally free to do anything they wish to do but die 
And there are no trials inside the gates of Eden 
 
At dawn my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams 
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse into the ditch of what each one means 
At times I think there are no words but these to tell what‘s true 
And there are no truths outside the gates of Eden