Thursday

I close my eyes,

and lay my head,

on this lonely winter spread.

Overdosed in love so pure,

the only love I know for sure,

is this love you have for me,

and the love I have for you.

This is  all I ever knew,

but lost so suddenly.

Looked on by the lovely,

and desired so to mend.

A dream in which you came to me,

and this time we would spend,

frolicking in Technicolor dreams

of sunflowers.. oh, how radiant they are!!

Your voice, so soft and angelic,

sways my rattled soul

and sedates me,

as if I was never upset.

What made me forget?

You are,

You are,

YOU ARE...

Oh, how can I even begin?

When we never knew each other,

how did our love, we discover?

But, you're an angel,

and I'm just me.

How do we relate so commonly?

This song we sing to each other,

to convey,

our love for, and to the world,

so to say.

Such an inspiration could only do,

what all makes up....

 you.

 

©LJ

20 September 2012

 

 

This day of Thursday...

It always leads to Friday...

This day of Thursday.

©LJ

  20 September 2012

 

We Become One

Walking along the rainy sidewalk of a university,

I watch the shadows put on shows they took no time to prepare.

Look into their hearts, can you see someone in the dark,

rimmed figure, that familiar silhouette?

"Dance with me,"

the shadow says, inviting me to parade,

in our creation eternal.

I start to dance,

and the shadow merges with me;

we become one with dance.

"Sing with me."

the shadow says, smiling within and out,

in humble grace.

I start to sing,

and the shadow's voice merges with me;

we become one with song.

"Play the games of the shadows charade.

Join with me in eternal parade.

Don't deny, have no fear.

Don't let my passing cause your tears."

The shadow embraces me,

pulling me into loving arms.

I could feel my head against his chest;

each finger stroking my hair,

like strings on a brunette harp.

The voice to which I became one,

broke apart with mine, 

and became one with my soul.

"We have had fun, 

but now I ask of you,

to rest tonight..."

The shadow whispers softly.

"You need your rest...

I'll hold you until you fall into sleep.

It's okay.

I am a shadow.

I am your companion.

I am always with you."

©LJ

19 September 2012

 Thank you, Honey Bun, for giving me this wonderful picture!
Humble am I in kindness!! 
We become one in LOVE, all three of us! (;

Who Am I?

Who

in this strange world

am I?

The question is everywhere I turn.

It's on everything..

The screen looks at me gravely

with the mystery.

A painting will

come to life with three little words

in its misty rivers.

The motion of my body

performs a slow interpretive dance.

A small voice in my head

will ask me,

because she does not know who she is, either,

like I do not know...

So who am I?

Isn't it sad..?

Not to know who you are?

Maybe when I sleep tonight,

a friend will appear

with a smile on his face,

and tell me.

But...

what if...

he doesn't know who he is, either?

Emotions will spill

into an eternity of this question.

I guess I will spend

the rest of my life

finding out who I am...

what a scramble of words.

Who am I?

Who I am...

I am who?

Am I who...?

But in the end,

like a great inspiration of mine said

in a poem that he wrote:

"To know who you are,

you are much more

than you ever imagined."

So I leave it at that,

and think to myself...

"I don't care who I am.

I only want to bring happiness

to those who don't know who I am,

and maybe to those who do know who I am,

So maybe,

I'll look back on this question,

but for now, I will wonder...

 Who am I?

©LJ

14 June 2012

Broken Backpack

 REST IN PIECES:

MY SCHOOL BOOK-BAG/BACKPACK. #1

2011-2012
MY SCHOOL BACKPACK #2
2012-2012 
(Maybe backpack #3 won't join you so soon. XD )

Hanging from a thread,

carrying all the burdens

that I do everyday,

could be my demise.

I could snap in an instant,

dropping my weight 

to the stone, cold ground, 

and that's what I did.

Look at me fall,

watch me in awe,

because I can pick myself back up.

I have an arm left.

...And then you cut it off.

Because YOU were uncomfortable with my spare arm,

so you just amputate it. 

I was about to perish anyway.

I didn't want to suffer anymore.

And as much as this sounds like a suicide...

YOU MURDERED ME.

But I'll never be forgotten.

©LJ

11 September 2012

Candy Store

In a little steel-mill town
far from others,
bears a small child,
and his most elementary dream.
The thought would circle his innocent mind;
a place to binge on little things.
Before, he would fantasize 
about opening one of his own:
In his heart, an old candy store
that stood a block from his home.
A lonely shack that suddenly died
took its once joyous place.
He would walk to the little building,
and every so often, gaze in wonder:
"I'll own my own candy store one day." 
said he.
"and make every child happy."
But, in sheer dismay,
his father absolutely refused.
"Why start something that could end so soon?"
The child pondered about that,
and never believed his father.
So, one day, 
as the child was daydreaming,
he sang a soft song to himself.
His father heard his shy little voice,
and gave the shy little boy no choice,
but to give in to his father's discipline...
The small child would indeed go far,
rise above and beyond the stars,
go as far as to forevermore,
almost forget about the candy store.
But... You know?
The dream never left him as he grew.
Although his love was the music world,
he'd still help each boy and girl,
all around this lonely earth,
and inspire a spiritual birth.
In his dreams, he frolics and plays,
in Foreverland does he stay.
The child with the dream of a candy store,
even now, still helping the earth forevermore.
Does this child sound familiar?
Do his dreams ring a bell?
My own divinity in motion...
 Don't ask me, I'll never tell...
...That will be for you to discover...

©LJ

23 August and 27 August 2012

(Finding My) Oasis

 My world becomes a desert,

stuck in shattered thoughts.

Desperately seeking the water

that will mend my mind again.

The sky was blue and dawning,

and the moon was fading from the sky.

The stars above faded into yesterday.

Today will be the day, 

that I may,

finally find my oasis.

As the morning lingered on,

no more was this lovely dawn.

The sun rose into sacred day,

Today, will be the day, 

that I may,

finally find my oasis.

This place where I can find the waves,

of imaginary everglades,

as the breeze 

gently touches,

all the little leaves.

Under the shade of a tree,

this oasis, where I may be...

The sun was high above the clouds,

right above the world around.

The clouds aren't there,

but who are we to care?

Today, will be the day,

that I may,

finally find my oasis.

Little round of water,

that surrounds, absorbs the fears,

that kindly wipes these angry tears.

A humble place, that takes all into arms,

where nothing's harmed.

Under the water of the sparkling little sea,

this oasis, where I may be...

The sun began to sink

into horizons unknown,

to go halfway around the world

and leave the moon to show.

Maybe today, was not the day,

that I may

have finally found my oasis.

But...

Where you are,

and where I am,

under influence of imagination;

you and I could change the mind

of skeptic aggravation.

"Take my hand."

I take your hand,

and suddenly...

This is where I am,

and where you are.

Maybe under full moon's light,

might our oasis shine tonight.

Mended once more,

I thank you, humble in your presence.

Hopeful in my once-shattered mind,

where we can become one.

I finally found my oasis.

©LJ

  10 September, 2012

 

In geography, an oasis or cienega (Southwestern United States) is an isolated area of vegetation in a desert, typically surrounding a spring or similar water source. Oases also provide habitat for animals and even humans if the area is big enough. (Wikipedia)

The Place Between The Worlds

In prolonged silence,

in constant grieving,

in perpetual light,

in constant believing...

As near am I as your next breath,

and commonly disguised as death.

A wonderful place is where I dwell.

Above the clouds, where nothing fell

from your heart, and to the ground,

out of sight, and out of sound.

This place between the worlds, is everything you desire,

where nothing is impossible, and never does expire.

This place between the worlds, will relax your troubled mind,

ease your disease, and leave the physical world behind.

...If only for a second...

This place between the worlds, is a friendly little place,

deep in your purest thoughts, and in my warm embrace.

...If only for a minute...

This place between the worlds, bears no frightening nights,

because the stars above us, are simply angels' lights.

...If only for what seemed like hours...

This is where I am, and where I lead you to.

This is where sweet love brings us together and, this is where we discover,

that forever is meant for EVERYONE, not few!

...This world without limits...

The angel that brings you here is one you hold so dear.

I whisper your name and beckon you between the yesteryears.

...This world of bright sunflowers...

The portals are open, and welcomes all...

Does your heart allow my soul to come through
and give light to your mind's darkened night?

The place between the worlds, opens up for thee...

Might I ask that you arise, and walk with me?

  ©LJ

  8 September, 2012

This lovely picture you see here was drawn by a dear friend of mine, whom I am very humble that she gave this picture to me.  Thank you very much, Cindy!! (:

"...his loves transcends space and time..."

Broken Glass

It was actually different today.

I was looking down,

when the world looked up,

with beaming eyes, ready to take prey.

I was sad,

when the world was happy,

mocking a poor soul, who didn't know much better.

I was not laughing,

when the world was laughing,

at this poor soul, with ridicule and humility.

I was not thinking of the negativity,

when the world was thinking of it, 

seeing these feelings take me whole.

But something hits me:

As they were laughing,

as a force tried to bring the soul out of the stuffy room...

The soul was laughing right along.

What simple feelings take her whole, but,

why ridicule this poor soul?

What monsters, oh what monsters we seem...

Poking at disabilities.

Heartbroken, I watch time pass,

I see the thought of broken glass.

The pain that bothers my weakened feet,

from broken glass have take the feat.

...But it hurts me, because

 it was always like this.

©LJ

4 September, 2012

As I Lay There

Softly under, cotton covers,

do I feel drowsy, then,

I reach for your lulling voice,

under a comfy pillow.

On a song, each second passes,

and I feel my eyes close soundly,

letting your voice carry me, and into worlds unknown.

But, suddenly, as I lay there,

I hear something.

No, it wasn't the emotional song,

about faces and races and fears of the moon...

Maybe, it was trick of the ear,

an auditory tease,

but, why would this voice

call my name?

It did not sound like anyone close to me.

This voice, my dear,

was the hushed, timid, angelic

voice I know so well.

Then, I felt the butterflies attacking me,

this warm feeling in my gut,

telling me everything.

But, as I lay there, almost asleep,

I ponder, and ponder carefully.

Did I hear your voice whisper my name?

But I didn't think about it for long. . . .

Your voice lulled me to sleep,

but I wake weakened in tiredness once again.

©LJ
31 August, 2012

 

Welcome!

It seems as though you got here somehow... I might as well welcome you to my blog!

So... Welcome!!

What you're going to start finding here is poetry.  And then, sometimes you might see some random things.  If you find my "About Me", I tell that writing is a hobby of mine, and I enjoy it.  I do have people tell me how good my poems are, but I still try to improve and create, improve and create.  It's just how I do, or what I do, whatever suits your fancy.

There's not really a lot to say about me, but I wanted to say something about the blog title.
The inspiration for the title came from a merge of one of my favorite songs, and the title of one of my favorite poems.  'The Secret Door' part comes from the song, Secret Door by Evanescence, and the 'Of Magical Child' part comes from a two-part poem entitled Magical Child written by Michael Jackson. 

I do cite Michael Jackson and Evanescence as big inspirations of mine. (:

So... Yeah.  That's pretty much it.  It's not the best introduction in the world, but at least I could get started.  Seriously, I had an internal conflict as to whether I should start this blog or not.  (I know, weird!  I'm kind of like that sometimes. :P)

If you see something that catches your eye, good!  If not, oh well!  You could always try another blog, though!  If you choose to tag along, great!  Hopefully what comes from this child's heart will trigger some kind of emotion, I don't know.

But again, welcome to my blog!  I have to go, but I'm sure to post something in time!

Peace, Love, and Glitter Glove!! :D

-LJ