Freedom in Fences

A Victim Of Choice there's blood in the water there are lies on the vine each step each sip revealing such poison over time   If human is a way of being then life is left to choice each step each sip revealing the power we give each voice whispered warfare in my thoughts the voice of flesh or soul to boast each step each sip revealing which one I feed the most ... matt francis

death and dimples if i die  before i wake 
i'll hold your hand 
for old time sake i’ll kiss the ground 
salute the sun
 cling to ash 
till eternity comes we're on a role 
in this fish bowl
 fed by the lie
 that we have control and yet i wake
 i reach 
i scream
 as if my life
 could mean a thing so where does it end
 nobody knows 
the lie that we feed 
is the thought that will grow yet who is he 
 who hears our cry 
takes hold of our hurt 
and dissolves the lie seems he is me
 without all the shame
 despite my mistakes 
he still calls my name purpose is there 
you reap what you eat
 fine wine on the vine
 or crumbs off the street this is the day
 the now of our skin 
the moment where choice
 could save us again he is the vine
 we are vignettes 
inside of his grace
 there are no regrets 
... 
matt francis