The Red Fruit of Temptation

What caused it? How did it start? Who started it?
Is this where we begin with our contention?
With this fruit that have been the cause of Eve’s seduction?

Sparkling red, succulent and sumptuous,
‘Oh Eve you should have a taste’ the serpent tempts
‘To be like God’ was the added promise

With one bite she traded her innocence and Adam shared her ignorance
The Judge declared the cost of their disobedience
Disorder, disaster, disgrace and death
Thousands of years we shared their debt

Was it the fruit’s attraction? Was it the serpent’s suggestion?
Or was it Eve’s ambition that brought humanity’s damnation?

Two thousand years past when Christ won our redemption
Our lives still don’t reflect our salvation
For as heirs of Eve’s delusion,
We yearn, we crave and desire, the red fruit of temptation:
The satisfying fruit of passions
The gratifying fruit of carnal desires
The rewarding fruit of power and fame
The pleasing fruit of materialistic gain

And we hear the snake hissing, ‘Go on, and have a taste’
‘The joy of having everything you want, unbounded freedom and limitless happiness
this is how it’s like to be god – your destiny is at your command’ entices the temptress
Defying what’s forbidden, ignoring what’s not right, we take many bites

And yes we get what we want, we are free, we are happy
Oh, that wonderful picture, sweet portrait of illusions
We did get what we want, in exchange of what we need
We think we are free, but are slaves of our fantasies
We get a taste of happiness, at the cost of our emptiness
And yes we are thus gods, of unknown worlds in us
Sad, empty, and solitary, the cry of our scarred and lonely hearts

And then we win that damned ancient consequence
Made exiles of our own selves
In this world of disorder, disaster, filth and death
Living an external reflection of our own depths

Thousands of years of our exile
We still get tricked by that ancient lie
Oh how we suffer the pains of illusion
But why do we still like to pay the fatal cost of deception?

A Playboy’s Sigh

A date for two, the table is set and the light is on
He stared at her and she smiled at him… the game is on
She talks and talks and reveals her scores
His tongue is swift and he shoots them all

She flicks her hair and bites her lips
She’s his three women combined, oh he knows the tricks
He does his moves and she welcomes that kiss
He’s done it again – strikes where he never missed

Seven years now of his renowned fame
He’s been with the same girl with a thousand names
Time and again, with them he’s all the same
Accustomed to this cycle of losing gain

His peers think that he’s the luckiest guy
He beds any girl he likes yet he’s lonely and he wonders why
He wears a grin when he just wants to cry
He gets down and get some more, but his pain surges all the more

All those women he wooed and won
Pleased him all day round
But at night his ego bleeds
For he still cannot forgive
That girl he felt betrayed

He once thought that love is the most wonderful thing
But that girl taught him that it is just another game
Since then he started playing, that same painful trick that hurt him
But every time he wins he’s just making, another victim just like him

He wonders how to get out from this same old plot
As he got stuck in his painful lot
For every time he plays this fake and passing love
He gives away a piece of his broken heart

Now the man in the mirror speaks
Unmasking the winner’s utmost defeat
For what sort of honor does he get
With all those hearts he hurt and tricked?

And every time he ends the game,
He retreats to himself hiding,
Playing it safe knowing, that in true love’s lane,
He doesn’t really know how to play the real thing…