If castles are castles
And princes are horses
Then teacups and dresses should be locked away
Little stuffed hands can’t hold spoons anyways
The spark of the camera set you on fire
Till you were warm every time you saw that print
You in white dress beauty
Flowers over that strawberry blond hair
Tied back in braids
And that string tied your fingers together
But judged as you pledged your undying love
And placed a hand on your belly
Like it could mask your unfaith
He helped you up into that carriage
And took you far away
Mountain air bars
And marble lies
You are a doll
A shell that when opened is only another shell
Made up nice
Like the northern lights
A trick of the big guy
Now wish your eyes were black glass
So you wouldn’t see
That your prince is a horse
And your castle is only a castle
It will never be the home you need
Puh-leeze don't try to 'fit-in' withe passing world, sweetheart, they'll just use you to abuse you; try to fit-in withe eternal-God-in-Heaven who made YOU and loves YOU with a passion - precisely what I'm trying to do because this earth is only a testing ground, then eternity, either Up -or- Down according to OUR free-will-choices. Looky here…
ReplyDeletePrecisely why I had our ‘philanthropic + epiphany’ (= so much to give + vision): wanna see a perfectly cognizant, fully-spectacular, Son-ripened-Heaven?? … yet, I’m not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Greetings, earthling. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like: meet this advanced, bombastic, ex-mortal Upstairs for the most extra-groovy-paradox, pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Yummy-Reality-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, party-hardy, kick-ass, robust-N-risqué, eternal-wild-adventure you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-smmmokin’-hot-deal enveloping, engulfing our catch-22-excitotoxins. Cya soon, girl…