Staying Up Long Enough to Lament That I Get No Sleep

The sentiment of wanting
The wastedness of an unopened sheet
All the piles of dreams uncaptured
By all the miles uncovered, visibly seen

I know traveling in a four post spread
I know wanting from yearning to return again
And any which you do, do it ever well
Beauty is a sight you must close your eyes to see

Afterwards, there are always longing thoughts
Afterwards, though you chose to stay cognizant
When you would have rather breathed the deep
There is sun creeping the window, a reminder of misery

Still, given time, another ransom in each ending
Still, more chances for you to waste out in the wind
The world, for its part, perplexes, forces your eyes to see
The unopened sheet in the corner, the madness of infinity

Purple Summer

Sometimes I can't find the door,
Nor that road again in the rain
The place where words come,
Naturally on a course into my brain
Sometimes all I hear is scream,
From the muted silence of thought
Or some imaginary place I've been,
While traveling lost out in the sot
No one bears summer's wrath,
Quite like a locked and drowning poet
Angst and rage and flailing in the dirt,
Looking helpless into the violet Sky
Where riddles and rhymes are lame remedies,
To a dry man from an even drier place
The Sun just bakes away my muse,
And all I'm left with is this aging face

Snippets

Keep certain
Understand my flaw
I took every burden thrust me
An opportunity to self destruct

Though I confess
I found out much later
My defiance didn't sway the world
Tides went on twisting regardless of my game

I thought hard
That if I would tell it
Planes would bend to suit me
Humor now, In how wrongly I laid my spades

A hungry man
Must sooner or later eat
Lest he die the death of the insane
What man, tell me, solves problems with the same

Times changed
I got better somehow
Though I won't breathe my brass
Credit who carried wood up a hill, heavier than all of time