I'm like that puddle in the shade
that's afraid to let the sun dry me up.

I force walkers to play
hopscotch as they
trudge past.

But I know the sun will find me
and glare until there's
nothing left to step in.

I have no purpose any more,
Lost in the depths, my spirit sore,
Like a painter who's gone blind,
No canvas for my thoughts to find,
And a singer who's gone deaf,
No melody to give my heart a breath.

In this void, I wander aimlessly,
No light to guide, no solace to see,
There is no call for what I sell,
A hollow existence, a somber spell.

Yet still, I daub colors on a board,
To feel the Linseed Oil, sweet accord,
I grasp at fragments of forgotten days,
Desperate to hold onto the vibrant rays.

I hear the music in my head,
A symphony of longing, unspoken, unsaid,
I mouth the words in silence deep,
Hoping my soul's echoes will find their keep.

There is no surgery or cure,
What's gone is lost, forever obscure,
In this silent darkness, I must strive,
To find a way to live, to survive.

But through the shadows, a glimmer gleams,
A flicker of hope, breaking through the seams,
For even in the darkest night,
Stars emerge, casting their gentle light.

In this abyss, I seek a new start,
To redefine purpose, to mend my heart,
Though sight and sound may be denied,
Within my spirit, resilience abides.

For life's kaleidoscope still unfolds,
With secrets untold, stories yet untold,
In this silent darkness, I'll find my way,
To embrace the beauty of each passing day.

I may be blind, but I'll learn to feel,
The textures of life, wounds that will heal,
And though deaf, I'll learn to listen,
To the whispers of hope, my soul's ignition.

For within me, a strength resides,
A flame that flickers, never subsides,
And though the world may not understand,
I'll rise from ashes, resilient I'll stand.

So, let the colors dance on my board,
The silent symphony be my reward,
In the face of despair, I'll defy,
And find purpose anew, as hope draws nigh.

Uncertainty is like a drug
You know you should try
But there is that nagging voice inside
You have to go for it, at least once
What's the risk? You loose something?
Well you can't loose something
If you never go for something
So if you play it safe and never try
Then you miss that opportunity
Every single time
But if you try and make a dare
You could win and come out
With something more than you expected
Or you could lose and be shorthanded
Either way, it's a risk few like to take
But there are those few, those lucky few
Who come out on top and walk away
Feeling better, stronger about everything
So, it may be scary, it may be hard
But take that risk and reach for the stars

I want to fold up Constantinople
And tuck it in the crease of my pocket
With a rock and a harlequin opal,
Nestled against your map of Nantucket —
A keepsake framed by a tired locket.

Sunlight pours past panes like gold tapestries,
Blue-sky-checkmates belonging to Vermeer
And his Woman with a Balance — trophies:
A man crowned a chivalrous cavalier,
A gentleman of this tremendous sphere

Misunderstood by societal norms,
And expectations set by precedent.
All while a bird coos cucurucu, warmed
By yellow light, freed from discontented
Murmurs with song. I want to read segments

Of the map on the curved back of your hand,
Knuckle-mounds like the knees of a woman
You once said you loved between shorthanded
Compliments and the words of Walt Whitman —
Blanketed by a bible and a man.

Maybe our web-tangled thoughts coexist
With the sky, place our feet firm on the ground.
Or maybe they’re a window that insists
On temptations, the mind, rewritten sounds,
Coming alive, and wanting to be found.

Time
I always want more time
I can't get any more time
I want to crush it up and snort a line
of purely time
time that's all mine
I want to feel free and unhinged
and
I love my hair after a day of adventure,
it's dusty, it's musty
the smell reminds me of old books
holding something special within their pages
just like I hold within my strands
I don't want to have shaky knees when I stand
I want to run without loosing my breath
I want to run without it hurting my chest
and
I don't want to be treated like a vacation
I'm not your escape from reality
because I ******* live there too
I’m not something to discover
I'm don't have soil to push your flag pole into
Because I’m just as lost as you
and I've got a feeling you think you have a map
Drink another cup of coffee and wake up
This isn't a game you've played before
can't use old tactics to get her
and if it’s gonna be a game
rest assured, I play it better  
I just want more time
time that's mine
I don't have any more to give to you
I don't have any more energy to try