The Prayer

The windowsill is haunted, a ghost waits down the stairs,
a person who waits quietly for something just not there.
I see a drip of water, I sip a glass of wine.
and wait to see the helpless state, of all of this: Mankind.

I cannot sleep for hours, I cannot pray for days,
The state I'm in, the one I've been, is driving me insane.
So help me out, I cannot be This person anymore.
There's something here, There's something that,won't cut it anymore.

So this is who I turn to, to this there is no lie.
For when there's someone out there, to hear my desperate cry.
There are daemons in the mountains but there is peace in every way.
The time I take to listen, determines if I'll stay.

I cannot be the person, that you all want me to be.
So I'm casting off, I'm changing all the things that I chose to see.
But take me to the mountains for I cannot be afraid;
of all these things that cannot stay, for you are here with me.

Take me further up while holding me so tight.
Take a chance, make this real, and place me in the light.
So help me out, I cannot be this person any more.
There's something here, theres something that, won't cut it anymore.

So this is who I turn to, to this there is not lie.
For when there's someone out there, to hear my strangled cry.
So show me what I'm missing for I see it all around,
show me what has blinded me, and in what state I drown.

Theres something here I realize, something to defeat.
But I know that I cannot come home, walking on these feet.
So change me for forever. not to be undone.
Change the way I see this life, turned toward thy son.

Take this piece of matter, that's broken on the floor. Make me something better than I could ever be before.

So, this poem is called "The Prayer" I think you may be able to decipher it yourselves. Just remember that this is the poem that I used for the title on header 3. I did not do drafts, I did not backspace, and I did not do it on paper first. This is purely my mind spilling onto the page. (that accounts for the half-stanza at the end) So don't judge too harshly but I would like to hear feedback. If I get a unanimous call for an explanation I will probably provide it.

My World

My worlds as follows listen close
A circus ball with curled in toes
an hour glass with sand to spare
a tiny man is caught in there

a tiny bird with guava skin
a tennis pro who's bound to win
a tiny gecko camped on cheek
my finger hurts from stopping leak

a lie or two it cannot harm
a bat no two are in my farm
my butterflies that bring me dew
some herbal tea one lump, nay two

Then hours in the sun rains down
as little planes with painted frowns
they find a runway on my neck
the clock strikes one with tick then teck

the mice find refuge in the rain
as those with wings find their restraint
the ground alive with umbrellas bright
smaller than a widows mite

while humpty dumpty slips and falls
and the drops turn into bouncy balls
a crazy punk just screams and shouts
and two twin orphans sit and pout

The man across the street sits down
and practices his smiley frown
while frogs perform their symphony
and this my friends, my world to be.

Yeah, I imagine you guys are looking for an explanation. I am pretty sure I have restless leg syndrom, and one night I could not sleep for the life of me, there was just too much bunched up in my head. I wrote this and then fell asleep shortly after and in the morning I could barely remember I had written it. Strangely enough, most of the bizarre things have actual bearing in my life. For example:
An Hour Glass with sand to spare: Hour glasses are supposed to be perfect, the perfect number of grains of sand...something seems to be wrong with my hourglass...I'm still trying to measure the sand correctly.
A bat, no two are in my farm: There are things that I have that are wrong in my life, and as soon as I acknowledge that I find another...I can never be rid of the bats in my barn.
As those with wings find their restraint: Everyone knows you cannot fly in the rain. But who can think of something better than that? sometimes the challenge in this life is finding the restraint not to do something we desperately long to do because we know the consequences.

Anyways, those are just a few examples.