You are a dinner set for two
and I'm late like always.

The candles have melted into red and white puddles on the tablecloth
like wax seals on the unread love notes
I leave tucked under your windshield wipers.

Around the corner from where pain lives, up the block from where fear stays..
Near the park where the naive play, this is all I know do you hear me??
A train ride away from the doubt house, next door to anger that loud mouth..death lurking at every step you can smell it like an outhouse..
A hop skip and a jump from self consciousness, hung with depression but now that's out..I can see the sun but can't feel it sometimes I wonder what that's bout..
Love and Happiness done moved away haven't heard from them in eons..
So now I'm stuck with all this ****, a neighborhood full of peons..
Make it stop these vacant lots, A melting *** of the worst of thoughts..
before you enter numb feelings, on the corner they're serotonin dealing..
They'll sell you dreams but you must wake up, the worlds an ugly place even under the best make up..
I'm gonna run away I've got my mind made up, if I don't make moves ill stay stuck..
But this is all I know, this is where I've grown..
Lessons in life that I've been shown, I hate it here what can i say but it's what I call home..

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

The magnificent stifling of a beating heart,
Supported by the cobwebs of regret and second-guessing,
Can be explained in the song of her drowning irises,
The streams of stellar jays and icicles gleaming.

A moment of weakness is sacred and cathartic,
For minds wander between truth and self-doubt
The pieces of you being put back together
Are letting the rays of your honesty out.

The best days of my lonely nocturnal ways
Were complemented by your steady rays
And though fear has consumed your future in waves
The rose-pedals and ashes are one and the same.

So let yourself lonely this dark summer's night,
Knowing you're only a full day away.
I may be craving to make you the master,
But you'll be the highlight of my day.

I am king appointed by God and the sun is my trampoline  work of artistry, the sun is my private stock color, the moon is my faithful broken stallion in the sky, my own sundown I capture blue clouds with silver chains mixed with gold, I make steady the day with wind gusts of playing leaves  running and hiding, the day is my sweet, sassy song of joy to God , the world is mountain tall waiting to be climbed, the world is my many colored coat designed with rainbows, stars, sunshine, clouds, trees, grass, shy, trees, worn buttoned yet loose, the world is a painting on my wall of my  house

when we are young the world is full of wonder
bright lights, small creatures and games of mummies and daddies.
as we grow we start to see the cracks on the surface.
the cold white of the hospital walls
the fragility of the insect under our foot
the image of the happy family sour and rot before our eyes.
yet the world still has its beauty
the oceans of opportunity lay before us and we gladly set sail across them
towards the sky, the horizon
where all our hopes and dreams lay
but the further our ship sails away from the safety of the land, the more we realise that those so called cracks were not cracks at all
they were the truth.
and the cracks were our haven
our safe place.
they allowed us to see the world with an innocence which made it seem beautiful and simple.
an innocence we were forced to abandon.
the more we sail, the more we see,
and the more we pray for someone to blind us.
so we can go back to the land inside our heads.
where everything was possible and no one left us behind.