I wrote a story

In Poem and Rhyme,

I asked the lord,

For his or her perfect time,

To do what I must always do,

To find the door, to go back and through.

With other pages a day behind,

I lined the cages and perfect signed,

A silent prayer, maybe one or two,

And Sally came, and Ben got through,

Sandy paper, whispered breath,

I admit, I love you too less.

Find me here, or find my writing,

Find the noise, that keeps you coming,

With all that said, the day is through,

For another day, with one or two –

This is usually where I pray,

That today, is yesterday. Maybe,

And so tomorrow, when I go home, the billion voices, of soup and stone,

To eat is good, to pee is great,

I have taken the time, to write this letter.

And as though the apostles, as they did too – try to warn you, to pull through. The pillow is good, that I know, but when I’m the last, the day is woe; and all the friends, that I did write, when are you here but not tonight. The self of cluster, the mind astray, who did I miss saving today. This guy inside, who thinks and believes, that one day he’ll wait, until Christmas eve. And hopefully diamond, or sapphire even, will manifest happy, or something even ‘

And though I thought t’was a memory, of a cringe of sound,

I cry myself sleeping, when I am unfrowned. And autocorrect, is it a real curse,

It can be when you feel like you are the universe.

So sorry will never cut it I guess for pen to paper each day seems that test. And maybe my work, mine and yours,

Will read and see good, or maybe reverse,

There’s a song each day, inside of my mind,

All because I, took some time to unwind.

The clock marches forward, and life it ticks down – but the youth and their fathers, should repaint the town. Today you will see, anxiety too – I lied the whole time, with honesty soon,

So maybe I can’t, take down the note,

But angels rehearsed it, and you made it perfect.

A picture or two, a split-second hair,

Everyday I accidentally give up, when I couldn’t care. Do you do it too, do you read the signs? I can’t even ask you to redesign the mind.

But frankly I know, with a dendritic organic,

There’s a lot to be said, when I go into panic. I’m waiting here for, the door to unspeak,

That we was a person, who might’ve felt weak –

And then I latched on, to one word as it was sewn, the capitulate hero, incoming dawn.

Unwind wind wind the weird. Praying has faulty atmospheric calm. And so you are reading, what I had rehearsed, while I forgot you were here somewhere, in my universe.

Poems and songs the favorite romance,

Contact the person, but give them the chance.

Two years later, I was 38. And at fourteen to twelve, I was already late.

Where or when , up or down – I am not sure, how there’s a town ‘ where I live each day in breath and in signal. Between her and him, I sometimes feel single. But each weather comes, and today it’s a cloud,

If I were broken, I would be allowed. They’re upstairs and inside, she’s down and she hides, the thoughts come so fast, even when they hide. Creative at best, when I try 10 meters, Following that, I hear the heart beaters. Thank God for us and all that you do,

For without the mindset, I wouldn’t pull through. But if you read in, and between the lines – you’ll see a real boy, who still thinks he’s fine. So maybe the last, is the first one as well, it’s after that time, when he went through well. But sadly the memory of a cursed day or two, maybe one was enough, enough to save you. If I was a dollar, I’d be more… Because life yesterday, was truly a bore. And in meaning I find, emptiness too, because all you might say, was I love you too.

And maybe the paper, the screen and the sand,

Are the lullaby of angels, alive in demand. If it’s business I guess you just gotta do it,

Relax for 10 minutes, we all gotta do it. If that was the truth, you’d read up a few lines, and see love is a mercy, of forward inside. So pain breaks the ice, and fire walks on water, and call him by name – and he woulda had a daughter. If I’m embarrassing you, for that I forgive, forgive, forget anything, if you want to live. Not angry are you? Just eerily broken, it’s each word that’s said, heard and unspoken. Even if nine is better than 5 I take one call, and I doubted alive,… survive. My mom would be jaded, my dad would be glad, that today I’m here and not awkwardly sad.

Ignore the picture, and returned the sound and then I remembered

3 for 8 that’s all I knew. I am trying to correct, nothing I knew- you made me doubt, and each day you would fix it, until the day I thought this, might actually fix it so here under cover, in dark falling might, I don’t know the time, until I find it’s all

God has helped, Satan provided. Even when I’m not thinking of anything at all, I find I think of the little bits that dwell in the darkness of a time I repented, even though I was healthy, she twisted and bent it each thought is my weave, one thing to the next… I can’t unassociate my thoughts all that is here is just his and not mine, I’m patiently waiting, each day for the dream I had had was too dark to unsee, there’s she at the end, no cigarette even, what the hearthstone might say, is that we’ve been reweavin’. I saw the day you asked me for one thing I wanted, you were my voice, I can pray till I’m blue, and that I was, until I didn’t do. Help. I truly need it. I don’t know what it is, but the feet get a’goin’, I’ve been looking for God, without even knowin’.