this is a prayer for the works abandoned

the words never found
and the ones that still hide in my throat

the half written sentences
and the small thoughts buried in tiny caskets
because they died far too young

the potential "i love you's"
and skin touched in passing on a drink

the unfulfilled agendas
severed by fast approaching fate
and murdered by the rate of time

i am not a very religious person

but i continue to pray
for the homeless man
that made shelter under the bridge
and is spat on by the rain
for never striving toward a happy ending

the common concept of nostalgia
is seen as a summer's day

the carefree wind carries you
to and from your destinations
as you float through humidity
waiting for the warmth
of a human embrace
greeted by friendly smiles
that hang in the trees

but as the summer's twilight
hangs overhead
internal panic sets
and darkness begins to drown us
like a fast approaching wave

this morning was humid, mossy, and crowned with a peach color sky

it gave me hope

The words unsaid are infinite
The words i say are a summary
The words you hear are filtered
The words i hear are my downfall

the circus in town
is found in my head
they sell tickets to the show
when I lay in bed

as I walk in the tent
I find posters on the wall
for each act flaws displayed
some big and some small

first act up is named Guilt
but his show was no fun
laying his life on the line
as he held up a gun

Guilt is ushered away
Hope is wheeled on, you see
wounded in Jealousy's path
he used to walk differently

suddenly Jealousy storms
and ruins the show
burning down the big tent
because the things he won't know

but now the show's gone
and the feel's run about
the self deprecation act
is found inside out

these freaks of my mind
follow me 'round day to day
traveling circular paths
in my mind made of clay

We built a perfect harmony
In fields
Basements
Fire and soot

We found serenity in a song

And disturbance in the word goodbye

Freedoms found
in the same perimeter

Melodies roaring from the roof

We wont forget the words
to our anthems

And their lyrics will become
the foundation for my being