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.