Lead me from the stillness
Of pictures seeped in blue
Bring me a blank canvas
So I can start anew
There is nothing my mind
Can hold back from the flowing tide
It will fill until it spills
And drain until its dry
I'm not an artist
Of the standard definition
I'ma man with a head
Filled with words left unsaid
So I spill my thoughts to ears
that will not understand
And lead them to my solitary,
self created promised land
I'll take this time to wish
parts of me did not exist
Separate me without parting
Try to finish without starting
Write myself a better life
Without the struggle, without strife
Tell myself no matter what
I will stand to fight
because the demons left inside me
Will never falter or yet leave me
So I pad the pain
With flowing strain
Till I can see it clearly
Once again
Forever embrace me in the gentle hands of reason
Forever grace me with the subtle touch of seasons
Shifting turning and spiraling
In a mix of brown and orange
May it forever grow forever flourish
May the sounds of Mother Nature
Tear sweetly through the air
May the simple smell of autumn
Forever wish that I was there
May the transcendental beauty
Forever meet my eyes
May this feeling last for as long as I'm alive
If nothing else
what I see
Adds up to more than what I know
What is broken will soon grow
Into a brilliant expanse
Of bitter sweet providence
And it will grow swift with beauty
it will hurt For all its worth
But I will stand
with grace in hand
And my heart pinned to my shirt
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