Blue sky thinking

Where is heaven; in the sky
Hell is fire, and you fry
Love is a desire, a kiss lust
You should do, what you must

Oratory is sombre soft noise
Singing; rhythmic sound and voice
Promises are never ever kept
books are just fabrications apt

Homes, mere adorned caves
Memories, beautiful illusion waves
Mirages and delusions eyes see
Ignore senses, let mind roam free