So many bright red apples on that old tree

that will never be tasted 

for the medicine they keep

That is how I feel inside

all of these branches of wisdom to provide


and shelter within the heart

and a taste of what has always been called sin

dying on the vine.

Truth drips in one bite- unforgettable

When was the last time you picked an apple from a tree?

No middle man corrupting 

what is rightfully between you and God.

You will froth at the mouth 

with a sweetness so foreign

it makes you wild and crazed 

for true love again. 

Beware of the wild beasts

they will change the world.