I am the greatest craftsman there is

I don’t make precious jewels
Neither do I make intricate sculptures from wood or stone
I can’t even wrap my head around paintings
Nor can I claim to understand the inner workings of a clock
I don’t know the basics of baking
Needless to say I can’t go near a beautiful dress

But there is one thing I know how make
A priceless thing at that
People wish they could own it
Yet it often just slips through their fingers

Newborns have it to spare
Foggies are scrunching for more
Kids spend theirs playing and laughing
Adults often wish they had spent theirs more wisely

I’m very good at making my thing
Too bad I can’t sell it for a living
At least I can make it for myself
And give it to the people I care about

But sometimes…
The person I love about can’t give me theirs
They say…
“I don’t have enough for myself,
I don’t have enough for you”

And to that I just want to say…
“Just make more time,
I made time for you
I expected the same in return”

Lovely, you're still my Valentine,
Romance that is yours and mine,
It's okay to be human, feeling
Sublime, love sends me reeling.
It's okay to love your smile,
Hope we linger a while
In morning glory, all right
Darby, no need to get uptight,
Your woo is more than best,
Spammers, chuck away the rest!
You are Cupid's sweet one,
Older  now, for ageing fun,
Adoring  you, such happy face,
Lovers have an excellent place,
My ode devoted, my heart
Caring for you, let's never part.

i am the hand of god,
and i am adam.
my hand caringly sculpts the clay
but i am sad to see
all i can create is
me.

i am my own doom.
my free will transformed into self-determinism.
i am a fool and i am aware,
all at once.
the world can never hurt me.

i am the only one that can hurt myself.

creator and creature,
why do you weep?
tear pieces off your soul
and make them bread
to feed those you wish cared for you.

they will not care, when you are on the cross
they will not weep.
when your self-sacrifice reaches its zenith.

only you will cry for yourself, son of god.

Oh lord
Forgive me for I have sinned
Like Adam and Eve
I am the snake in the garden
Oh lord
Will you forgive me for I have sinned?
Like Eve and Adam
I am the apple in Eden
Oh lord
I have sinned to be forgiven
Like Adam, Like Eve
All I knew was that you told me
To come back to you even if I have sinned
I have tasted hell for years
I am going to be there for years
Oh lord
Forgive me for I have sinned
And forgive the people who betrayed me
Forgive the traitors in my past
and the betrayals in my mind
Oh lord
Will you forgive me for I have sinned?
Like Abel, Like Cain
or will I be your lucifer
Lost in hell forever
lost touch to the rope
Like the son of Noah
For I have sinned?

As well as the writer’s balcony
Dressed in the ruins of summer,
Autumn slides,
Crowding at the edges of wakefulness.
The still undiscovered adventure,
Sadness being beautiful.

i'm breathing fast
i'm seeing the past
things i don't want to remember
hit me like a blast

anxiety rising
breath denying
i'm hearing their words
i feel like i'm dying

their words hit me like a stab
i crunch like a crab
that they stepped on
i feel a jab

words bleed out of my chest
as i remember what i don't want to
i'm not ready
wait... just let me

try
to
forget