You are a Work of Art Chiseled from The Maker's Hand A unique combination Of Humanity and Spirit Formed in Flesh With a spirit. Of love Bestowed with gifts Only you can Share or keep If kept to Self The gift would Die And bare. No fruit It.is up to You Are you a Master's Piece
Lay your hands on my cold and fragile bottle; hold the cork and twist me- gently-- slowly-- don’t stop until you hear me pop; set my spirit free and I go astray- into your soul so weary; close your eyes, smell the earth in me- herbs, tobaccos, vanillas, trees- savor the aroma of heavens; now pour me down in the empty glass- of love and affection; touch me with your lonely tongue; indulge my warmth- wrapping your delicate heart; little sips- after little sips; until- you lose control.
did you try to reach me? i am sorry i wasn't there. i don't know where i am right now, somewhere caught up between care and despair. i will call, sometime. when i find myself enough to find my phone.
Lord.. chasten me with your wisdom that I might bow down on baptized knees and know that where God gave Life the devil claimed tenancy but where the devil has sullied my feet, God will wash them clean.
Demon why do you choose me to chew upon I was Cinderella once until you sliced my hair with the blade that cut Snow's heart out, Rapunzel staring blindly bleeding from your eyes.
Flounder not, little bird know you that you have wings? Fly! Lift those mighty, crooked things let tension subside into the joyride of climbing undulated skies Let go of things that bind you and allow yourself to rise, arise! Albeit in your mind it is as real as what surrounds you you are bound to nothing but that upon which you linger.