I sat under a cloudy sky...
Looked up to see a rainbow cry...

  The colors ran down to my feet...
 In a puddle of sadness it filled the street...

   With just two hands I scooped it up...
 And brushed it back on with little disrupt...

     Now all the colors put back in place...
   With a touch and feel of silk and lace...

Its hard to change who we are..
When the people we know see the scars..
Reflections in a mirror don't look the same today..
Our mind has changed with a different words to say
A man who looked at life through a scope..
Has now found a new world through words and hope..
A part of me will stay the same, but now with words
I'm in a different game..
Once a clown in a room that kept everyone laughing..
But now I seach for words for a better ending..
Its nice to grow and change our desires..
But now the old and new have just crossed wires
So enjoy these times and let your mind grow..
We are now on a ride from the highs to the low..

Come to my garden where all are free..
No one judges from what you see..
Come to my garden where all can live..
Never Judged and always forgived..
Come to my garden no matter who you are..
Race and creed are never a part..
Come to my garden and take a taste..
Where life and dreams are never a waste
Come to my garden and sit and share..
Your lifes ambitions where people care..
Come to my garden where there's only love..
From a place in life that comes from above..

When I close my eyes I fall...
I'm dropped into a soul with no walls...
In this dream world I'm forced to walk alone...
Strolling my past that's stripped to the bone...
I try to blow off the dust that sits on my tears...
All the stumbles and mistakes that won't disappear...
Free falling through hands and stares that have no faces...
And suddenly I'm dropped back down to familiar places...
But the dream I still taste on the back of my tongue...
And for that day I breathe and swallow a dream still sung...

This tender breeze picks up my thoughts...
Up high over many sky’s with hopes of being caught...

Left to only imagine if it passed over or fell to its death...
Or maybe catch the eyes of a Poet I never met...

Either way I will start my day the same...
With anticipation and hope that my words fly untamed...

To maybe here whispers that they were seen...
And to finally bring a smile through a gentle scream..