My Purpose

This is a collection of two poems I have been working on lately. The second one is a continuation of the first. Let me know what you think.

New page
New stage
A clueless audience in
A twisted game

Words wander like the wretched waren
of a childhood bedtime story
Watership Down
Up and abound
In adolesence's morning glory

How does one begin some tail
That sums up the treasured taste of youth's
Holy Grail
That liquifies the venom of 
A copperhead and welds it to
Scales of bronze

I'm on Eden's threshold
And at the foot of Hades' gates
Waiting for the memories that I recall
To be measured in their own weight 

My hands tremble in fear that Satan
Remains so cruel and unsate
With the havoc he's wreaked thus far

The glass globe quakes in the palm 
Of my hand
It shatters into pieces and 
I am 
The only body that can
Withstand it

The oceans turn to sand
And the sky morphs into space
Which I 
Being the sole being 
that I am
Am obligated to fill

but how can i fill so much space ?

In kindergarden
We were taught 
That it was wrong to plant flowers
Where their roots couldn't expand
Where they were unable to 
Consume-mate
Every square inch of sand

Our little minds couldn't
Wrap around the
Enormity of Mother Nature's unconditional embrace
Past on generations in
Beauty and grace
To the Earth skin of her grandaughters 

So tell me,
Why it would ever be incorrect   ?
To till the soil
And sow the seeds 
For every daughter flourishes
From a branch that needs 
To somehow love others
And with that love she craves
To be seen in the dark and loved
The exact same way

For without the Earth the flowers
Will never learn to bloom

And the body isn't ruled by the heart
But by the tides of the moon.