magical things that transport
used for evil or for the mystical tales
to educate and inspire

the torn covers and pages showing their worth
comforting people when it’s all they have
being engulfed in flames to control humanity

yet they still exist to be items of education and self discovery
to tell the stories that many would like hidden
give light to the broken

i guess you could say they have a way with words

joy has filled my heart
i sing my praises to You
to live everyday knowing You
a daily soulful relationship
shows the purest love

a blanket that covers earth’s imperfections
fills the winter daze with blissful silence
my thoughts begin to scream
finally hearing them in the still quietness
becoming numb to the surrounding world

overwhelmed by my emotions
encasing me in chains
fighting to resist their crippling hold
i cry out in anguish and stress
letting it all spew out like old faithful
the chains loosen their grip
knowing one day i'll be set free
or be like an escapee from Alcatraz

buzzing in your ear
energy high has you strung out
the base pumps your heart
another level of spirituality