Sunflowers In His Hair

As I lay almost sleeping, 

silenced in my weeping.

I saw her sitting by the bed.

Seeing the old, hypnotic mobile,

hanging by a fragile thread.

He lays there in dismay;

oh, how I wish to close his eyes 

and help him drift away.

 My eyes closing suddenly;

but this.. oh, how lovely!

 Does she see the new found love?
Platonic, yet I long to just cherish,
this seeming angel from above.

This song of rest

 is all I have to give to you.

Maybe it's for the best.

Soundly sleeping,

cease in my breathing.

I couldn't hold on much longer.

She heard my agonizing pleading.

Her nurture,  my only needing.

 I felt my heart burst, shatter.

He is gone now,

but he would not want that to matter.

Upon her, looking down

figments of her shredded gown

flowing in my mind.

She carries in her hand,

flowers bound to black band.

 Such a flight of mental stairs...

I take my small bouquet,

and plant sunflowers in his hair.

Warm hands meet black snow;

my favorite flower, she did know.

I am not gone, I wish she could hear,

my beckoning, of many tries,

but still I see she quietly cries.

Sweet sleep, my angel, my dear friend.

Let it be known that

this, I know, is not the end.

Does she know?

But wasn't she just crying though?

She is weary, this I can feel...

Suddenly feeling alive and whole,

I feel her gentleness within my soul.

 This, a bed for these flowers;

a beautiful little flower bed,

nothing to devour.

She places sunflowers in my hairs,

and suddenly she vows, swears,

to never leave my side.

I must take her into my arms,

and protect her from every harm.

We'll find our way back someday.

We will meet again,

and I'll receive the message you're trying to convey.

My dear, my friend, my mourning dove,
my precious messenger of love,

It's okay... I'm here, I'm here..!

This only eternally known:

"I am not forgotten, You Are Not Alone."

Weakened heart, weakened soul,

raise me up, take me;

make me whole.

And now you're here,

in my arms forever, dear..

We will never be alone.

We will always be together,

now and forever.

One Heart.

Together once more.

Never Apart.

©LJ

24 November, 2012

"WE WAIT THERE IN THE SILENCE OF THINGS,

WAITING FOR LOVE TO SPREAD IT'S WINGS."

But Now,

You were here,

but now, my love, you are gone.

How can this be?

You can't leave me...

It gets lonely at night,

but now, my love, it gets darker.

I can not sleep...

Colder and colder.

You wrap your wings around me,

but now, my love, you embrace me.

All warm and bright again...

Sweet words of peace.

Your wings grow bigger,

but now, my love, they are blankets.

Whispering soothing words in my ear...

Sudden tears of joy.

Your wings are soft,

but now, my love, they comfort me.

Singing a quiet lullaby...

wishing you could stay with me.

I was here,

but now, my love, I am gone.

I am with you now...

and that's all that matters.

 ©LJ

14 June, 2012

Your Smile Said, My Smile Said

"When you're down and out, there seems no hope at all,
But if you just believe, there's no way we can fall."
(We Are The World - USA for Africa)

I must've gotten a hug,

because I was so happy, then...

I had strength, I had power...

I had.. hope.

I could smile within my mental tears.

...euphoria..

A feeling I'd never had, and there it was before me.

Your smile said, "I am proud."

My smile said, "I am happy."

Your eyes told me, "I knew you could do it."

My eyes told you... Something you did not quite agree with.

My eyes told you, "I did not do well!"

Your smile spoke again, and said to me, "You are still afraid, even now."

Your eyes said to me, "Don't lose yourself in bitter thoughts of imaginary judgement."

My smile, then a frown, turned back upside-down.

My eyes, filled with tears... of quite a scare of imaginary fears.

My smile, so said, "You are right.  I do fear."

My eyes, so said, "What difficult thing you ask of me."

"Don't let your fears get to you." Your smile grew weary. "They will not help you through."

"...Difficult?"  Your eyes stared me down.  "You're one of much sensitivity."

Your eyes told my story,

piercing into the depths of my soul...

Raising stuff in all my glory,

and making this little problem whole.

Your eyes spoke in a gentle voice.

"You're always afraid that others will hurt you.

So, you've set high standards for yourself,

that no one can reach."

Your smile intervened, and spoke in a loving voice.

"If you let me into your heart,

your humble, shaking heart,

to rid your fear, to you, I think I can teach."

My eyes had tears fill them up again,

like buckets, every now and then.

My smile was humble, like you said,

and began to stop listening to the voices in my head.

Your smile was proud of me.

Your eyes were tearing graciously.

My smile was there, and from you to me...

My eyes suddenly became sleepy.

Your eyes had me hypnotized.

Your smile sang a little song goodnight.

All my fears had gone away,

and I knew I never have to face them another day.

My eyes slumped shut slowly,

and my smile thanked you happily.

©LJ 

Some Day Back In July 2012

(Not the complete poem, but the main body of it.)

Random Haiku

Not Appalachian.

I've looked deep within, and I'm

Not Appalachian.

 

©LJ 

19 November, 2012

 

(I turned this in as part of a school assignment, along with another poem I don't remember the words to, but both of these poems were about how I don't consider myself to be Appalachian.)

Moonwalker, Moonwalker

Walking was too slow,

so I ran.

Running was too fast,

so I jogged.

Jogging was to average,

so I skipped.

Skipping was to joggy,

so I galloped.

Galloping was too runny,

so I hopped.

Hopping was to walky, 

so I moonwalked.

Moonwalking was my type of walk.

I walk that way the way I talk.

Tongue-twister, Tongue-twister,

That one awkward moment

when your desired definition of moonwalk

was not in the dictionary.

Backward, Forward,

that one stranger, bystander

that sees you dancing

and joins you.

Stranger, stranger,

I feel like I know you,

that one joyous moment

when we dance together.

Moonwalker, Moonwalker,

that beautiful moment,

when two childlike souls become one

in their trance of a dance.

Trance, Dance,

that one little moment

when dance and song

fuel a radiant light.

The childlike souls will still play,

all through the day...

and not sleep at night.

Day, Night,

they spend at play,

sharing their love in the world's dismay.

Moonwalker, Moonwalker,

back home he flies,

forgetting the fact

that our hearts are combined.

©LJ 

22 November, 2012

The Swing

No one ever really knew why

the swing in 

The Place Between The Worlds

calmed her so.

Maybe she enjoyed that swing,

back and forth..

Perhaps it was the voice that swayed the swing,

soothing her rattled nerves,

waiting patiently for her to enter The Realm Of Dreams...

There, they would be together, 

One Heart,

 Never Apart.

Maybe she dreamed of a special song,

a song that he would sing every night,

and she would sing everyday;

a beautiful lullaby they shared to each other.
Maybe she dreamed of that promised dance,
a dance accompanied to the rhythm of their hearts,
and the love they so cherished;
a beautiful, elementary dance
that compared to no other.

But it was always that swing...

She would sit there for hours on end,

letting the stars dance in her eyes,

while he looked deep within them,

seeing that they told a story;

of love and acceptance,

of fresh air, and a world for the future.

 Perhaps, it really was that soothing voice,

mending her broken heart, and letting her sleep

soundly in his arms.

Perhaps, it really was

a way to lure her to

The Realm Of Dreams,

The Realm Of Healing,

The Chapel Of Eternal Thanks,

The Chapel Of Eternal Promises,

...she really was back...

in The Place Between The Worlds.

©LJ 

17 November, 2012

 

(Edited with piZap Photo Editor)

Seven

In the beginning,

there were things that I am sure

we could not really explain.

We know that this world we live in

took seven days to create.

Once those seven days became one week,

thus came this world of

harmonius sound that excited the meek.

Thus came a scale,

and seven notes to tell the tale.

The misconception of the eighth note

come from one to include DO again.

When those sounds were accepted,

everyone wanted the world to see

what the meek had helped create.

Thus came several places,

beautiful and magical,

and thus,

came what they called the seven wonders of the world.

It took me a while,

but I have noticed what a role SEVEN plays in life.

A magical number;

I wouldn't expect to fall in love with it.

Seven continents,

seven days,

seven musical notes,

seven wonders of the world...

Why not adore this number?

©LJ 

14 November, 2012

After That One Geometry Test,

Read

me

from 

the

 bottom, 

please!

Right

To

Left,

if you will.

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name your call me heard who know I

now know I But

nights rapid and days heave Of

creativity and sensitivity Of

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emotions many of child A

me to heart your gave you that I am Blessed

tale triumphant a world the tell words our

anger, depression, ecstasy, euphoria, pain,

memory your are words my and

words my guide words Your

heart beating still in my Reside

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sounds the hear honestly to was I If

whole and alive now Meaning

soul my within deep Hidden

heard truly was I if know to wanted I

name your call me heard Someone.

 

©LJ 

24 October, 2012

8 November, 2012 - 9:07am

All things in this world are made of atoms.

These atoms dance to the rhythm of creation,

conducted by the Creator.

If one took the time to notice,

they'd see clearly,

that it is these atoms

which bring life to what surrounds.

I see them breathe;

these atoms dance to the rhythm of the cosmic,

conducted by the dreamer.

Every atom causes all things to dance within.

But. . .

 Some atoms sing.  Didn't you know?

Creators of such beautiful sound

reveal themselves in these voices in those atoms;

a never-ending cycle.

These atoms sing to the music of creation,

eternally bonded to the atoms of creation,

discovering, inventing to the tune of the Creator.

These atoms sing;

those unforgettable voices go hand-in-hand in a special way.

These carbon atoms are molded to the Creator's Chosen,

formed from within the soul.

Atoms are somewhat like stars:

although you can't see them,

they're always there.

Recycled in song and dance,

set to the rhythm and music of creation,

a perfect tempo, a dynamic so wondrous...

And in the end,

this world will still be made of dancing, singing atoms. . .

Eternally bonded to the eternal life of Creation,

brought alive by the Creator.

This is why everything breathes around me.

 

©LJ
8 November 2012

As We Await

"We are here, we are here.
Though I'm  far, I am near.
Do not fear the world around;
let your song be the sound,
of imaginary lands.
Patiently we wait,
for when the news has not arrived,
we will be there when the bell tolls.
We are here, do not fear.
I am here to dry your tears.
Nestled here in my embrace,
I keep you 'way from harms of space,
as we await.
Rest now, little one, and sing
softly under your angel's wings.
Just a little while longer,
you'll still be stronger,
together, we will wait." 

©LJ 

7 November 2012

Faint Sounds Of Rain

Sometimes, when I can't sleep,
I'll hear the faint sounds of rain,
but look and see a shadow sitting on the floor,
covering the little red lights on my keyboard;
the little piano sings for us.
I'll walk over sleepily, and sit with you,
as if you never noticed.
The rain turned into melodies pure and innocent.
I lay my head on your shoulder, and
I see that you're looking into my eyes.
There's this light I see every time we're with each other;
God-given and beautiful.
You start to play this song again,
and I begin to understand...
Is there a message you're trying to convey?

Sometimes, when I can't sleep,
I feel your love surround me,
and hear your heartbeat.
I become flushed; surrendering to drowsiness.
As the piano plays,
You help me to my feet, and we dance slowly,
in the dark, heart to heart,
one in love, one in life;
and we will never part.
The rain turned into melodies lulling and soothing.
I lay my head comfortably on your chest,
as your hand protects my head.
I can not fall to the ground, you wouldn't allow it.
You start to play this song again,
and I begin to understand...
Is there something you're wishing to say?

Sometimes, when I can't sleep,
I hear your whispers of gentle care,
and feel your cold hand stroke my head,
ever so softly.
Taking my limp body into your arms,
you lay me down, and leave a window blind open before me.
The full moon pins me down,
and the rain turned into snow,
silently falling, but their lullaby still plays;
a lullaby he had composed for me.
it's a lovely little tune I hear every night;
he whispers each word softly in my ear.
You sing me gently, fast asleep,
and now I understand...
You wanted me to dream.

...And I feel all that love 

in rain,

 in snow, 

in sound,

and in moonlight.
Goodnight, my dear friend...
 

©LJ
4 November 2012