The floor began to fall away
I was overcome by fear
Falling into oblivion
Void of any tears
Except for a single teardrop
That found its way onto my cheek
Which would’ve been a nightmare
If I was asleep
But I hadn’t any slumber
And I was playing now for keeps
Before I knew it, I was in a hole
Exactly 6 feet deep
Staring at the reaper
Who I knew had come to reap
I knew if I surrendered
I would have to take that leap
So I pleaded my way out of my own death
Who says that talk is cheap?
And now I’m afraid to close my eyes
For what I fear that I might see
And a blink takes on new meaning
As does a game of hide and seek

Outside, the air is hot and misty
The look of an evening touched by summer rain
Inside, it is cool and calm
Refreshing and pleasant
Soothing, and tame
The temperature rises
The temperature falls
There’s light condensation
On the glass and the walls
The morning dew glistens
The fog rolls in deep
The country, it listens
To the birds as they cheep
For all that transpires
The birds and the bees
Nothing compares
To prayers from my knees
My head is to heaven
My soul rests on earth
Till the day that I die
From the day of my birth

I express with finesse
The mood I inflect
That would in other words vary
And make them suspect
But in turn, I surrender
And give freely at will
The key to the cupboard
To give you your fill
I’m unattached an unbound
By the forces that be
So come take my hand
And let’s run to the sea
To the bluest of oceans
To the warm setting sun
To the chains that would bind me
But alas, there are none

It was a peculiar color
An ominous hue
A painful assertion
Of black and blue
I was enlightened and frightened. What was I to do?
What’s this odd color that had become misconstrued?
So I wiped it away and returned it to you
With a new baby blue on the soles of my shoes
But you didn’t accept it
And you said we were through
And that’s when I knew
And that’s when I knew
You could not be pursued
And you were wretched and rude
But still, you were ****, standing there in the ****

‪We’re in a black-and-white world‬
‪Still color persists ‬
‪Through the cracks in the pavement ‬
‪Where color exists ‬
‪It’s in the form of a flower ‬
‪Through growth it insists ‬
‪To break through the barriers ‬
‪That conform and resist ‬
‪Through the concrete and pavement ‬
‪Through the scent of denial ‬
‪Through the harsh winter weather‬
‪It stands ***** with a smile‬
‪And brightens the landscape‬
‪With class and with style‬
That my otherwise fall victim
To the worn and the vile

My motivations gone idle
My rhythm feels flat
I’m not suicidal
Because I chose to adapt
To see the silver lining
The light at the end
Of my tunnel of trouble
And it’s real, not pretend
I lift up and move on
I get out of my rut
I feel it, I know it
Deep down in my gut  
It’s my sense of survival
My yearning to thrive
That helps me keep going
And keeps me alive
It’s a sense of adventure
A curious query
To take a life that’s mundane
And not make it so dreary
I fill it with laughter
And what brings me joy
To be extroverted
Not bashful or coy
This is my burden
That I need to destroy
And become a man
Not just a boy

‪Elated and fading ‬
‪Into a dream ‬
‪Laid up with the flowers‬
‪Of red, pink, and green‬
‪Purples, and yellows‬
‪And bright tangerine‬
‪Away from disorder ‬
‪And chaotic scenes‬
‪Of drama and violence ‬
‪And all in between‬
‪Peaceful and pleasant ‬
‪Blissfully serene‬
‪Elated and faded‬
‪Into a dream‬