An Artisan War

There is a cadence in your rhythm-a beat to your speech
You seek a greater meaning- a prophetic word.
Perhaps you'll discover that the words of your heart are the very keys to your liberation.
You are your own shackles.
Your hyperbolies are cliche- your metaphors played out.
There is a creature waiting to take flight from within you...a world waiting to experience your gift.
Maybe one day you'll see that you are your own worst enemy----maybe.
I am certain that someday you will see that the sun rises for you.
The moon dances in your name.
The stars spell out your music...The world is waiting to know your name.Pick up your canvas.
Bare your cross for the very reason you've received it.
Your mind. Your voice. Your palet. --- Your passion.
This is your gift. Let it burn through your veins like wild fire.
Feel the warmth of it creep through your every cell.
Lift up your arms and surrender to what it is that dances inside your heart... this warrior's dance. Perfect rhythm. Perfect cadence. Perfect pitch. Perfect tone. Every stroke placed precisely. Every step exact. Explode...before you emplode