Lesson Of The Day...

"Eat fruit.

Not fries."

Street Performers

Unaware,

they start to gather a crowd.
So to say,
they're lost instead of found.
 Skipping,
to the rhythm of their hearts.
So to say,
the most unique form of art.
Dancing,
to the drums of their long quest.
So to say,
they'd never find their rest.
Singing,
to the song of their Creator.
So to say,
a love so new and greater.
Bowing,
humble to the cheering crowd.
So to say,
they became rather proud.
Sneaking,
out of shy and comforted shells.
So to say,
a story never to tell.
Running,
to find a peace in mind.
So to say,
to leave the crowd behind.
Guided,
to a place to call their home.
So to say,
a place for minds to roam.
Upon,
a bed of softly covered sheets.
So to say,
it's time to go to sleep.
Humming,
a very precious lullaby.
So to say,
they close their drowsy eyes.
Resting,
to gain their strength from above.
So to say,
in their mission of love.

 

©LJ

  19 February, 2013

The Heavy Room

There was emptiness in the empty room.
If ever, breathing was at a minimal,
and the air became stone; ice cold.
The dizziness hypnotized her, taking her under its wings of back and silver.
When the heart within her beat so heavily,
it pounded her conscious more into the ground.
She took a breath, and spots of dimly-lighted colors flashed before her eyes.
The voices in her head lulled her;
about ten different timbres of his voice brought to her unparalleled sedation.
The tears filled her eyes;
no gladness could replace what she was without him.;
a train wreck.  Crash.
A forceful thud hits the ground.  Crunch.
The heavy room remained empty.
And breathing ceases;
prey to that unparalleled rest she was in.
And much happier was her soul.
Reunion.
Took the ultimate sacrifice, and surrendered,
just to spend eternity and on
with the man who gave his heart to her.
Forever.

©LJ

8 February, 2013

A Poem Without A Title

A group of children without a game,
a group of soldiers without a name;
a heart of gold, without a love,
a magician of trickery, without a dove...

A comedian without a joke,
a vase of glass without it broke;
a billion stars without a sky,
a warm hello without a goodbye...

A sheet of paper without the lines,
a life so carefree without the fines;
a doll so precious without a friend,
a world of beauty without an end...

A chest of magic without a spell,
a gift to show, without it's tell;

A spirit's heart, without a mind...
A bouquet of flowers, without a bind...

A lonely artist, without his art,
a pair of friends, without depart;

A lonely Me, without a You,
A soft 'I Love', without 'You Too...'" 

©LJ

3 February, 2013