There's a magic within you
Pulling me nearer
Nearer to my mind
Nearer to my heart
Nearer to my feeling
Words flows, when it's about you
I was not a dreamer

It started with teaching
I learned
when to smile
when to hug
when to cry
I learned it from you
The Magic within you

I was a clay, without a form
Being a potter, you mold my form
I get my life, started to breathe
Precious than paint, as it never fade
How would i tell?
you are the one who cared
The magic within you

I'm not a perfect, that's for sure
Not a perfect that you are in search of
The gift that you have given me
Is so important, can't you see?
When i look into your eyes
There are many words, i can't say
The magic within you

No matter how many words I write down
when it's about you
I can never satisfied the writer in me
You are more than a word
Much more than a sentence
How can i stop, using full stop?
The magic within you.

Everyday
I mold and remold myself
with the clay of God.

My sculpture tools
are the breath,
intention, compassion,
and love.

The excess clay
in structure from programming
of hate, greed, separation,
I dig out and it falls away
To disintegrate.

Everyday,
I look in mirror  
and see the greatness before me
smiling, grateful, full of life force energy.

A God's masterpiece in motion
ready to mold all my dreams
into reality.

The sea is made of milk and made of honey
I float under the surface without sound
My skin is made of clay and paper money
The seabed has a mattress soft as cloud

It took me years
To build myself
Molding my shape
With ***** fingerprints
And a dull butter knife
Smoothing out
Every rough edge

I spent my lifetime
Crafting this delicate clay
Into something
That didn't hurt my eyes
And when I was done
I baked it solid
Roasted
Into a sturdy piece
Of breathing art
…
And then you came along

You begged
To get close to me
Close enough
To see me
Close enough
To touch me
So I let you
Carefully - of course
Until seemingly
Your soft hands
Were gentle enough
To hold me

But as time passed
You became a bit more…
Careless
Careless
So every time
You picked me up
Part of me was left cracked
Before you set me back down
And your hands
Seemed to bring more hurt
Than comfort

I began to resent you
But I didn't dare say it
Because I was sitting
In nostalgia
Remembering the days
When I really was
A work of art
In your eyes

And yet, eventually
Your carelessness
Rotted to recklessness
Until one day
You dropped me -
The slivers
Of my little clay heart
Scattered on the floor

Despite your best efforts
It wasn't enough
Not even
All the King’s horses
And all the King's men
Could put me back
Together again
I was hopeless
And the fragments
You tried to glue back
Were worthless

What am I now?
Art? No
I'm just a sad lump
Of clay shards and glue
Disfigured beyond belief
An eye-sore
For anyone who looks at me

I wish I could say
That my shattering
Was entirely your fault
But I blame myself
For ever letting you
Get close enough
To touch me.

A drop-dead gorgeous young lady,
With the eyes of an angel she looks,
Her gaze met mine in dark of day,
My thoughts are just like clay,
Getting molded as whatever she may say,
I feel my senses waning off,
For she is My Chloroform.