Today

Yesterday is too far in the past.

Tomorrow is too far in the future.

Dance in the music,

the music of today.

I am the music,

you are the dancer.

Forget about yesterday.

Never ponder deep

in the depths of the future.

Live in the moment,

dance in the music;

the music, the moment,

the rhythm of today.

Yesterday is gone.

Tomorrow can wait

until we finish

living in the moment,

dancing to the music,

and letting our hearts beat

to the rhythm of today.

Dance.  Dream.  Believe.

Live in today.

©LJ

14 July 2014 

Tied To My Heart

Strings of beautiful love songs

tied to my heart, and

connected to yours;

straight from Heaven.

You hear my song;

you sing my song,

and lure me back into

your arms,

which are always so

warm and welcoming.

Strings of beautiful lullabies

tied to your heart, and

connected to mine;

straight from Earth.

I hear your lullaby,

I sing your lullaby

and I fall asleep in

your arms,

which are always so

warm and welcoming.

Strings of melodies

that merge out hearts

into one,

and we weep there,

in each others arms,

which are always so

warm and welcoming.

©LJ

14 July 2014

Tell Me

Lie to me.

Tell me it's okay.

Tell me I'm sick,

and I'll get better.

Tell me

one day,

I'll be

normal again.

Tell me

I'm feeling the wrong things.

Tell me

I'm lost,

and you're guiding me back

to the beautiful house

where my life stopped

and my misery began.

Tell me I'm exploding,

and my emotions are splattered

along the walls

in raging, flying colors.

Tell me,

the blurry music in my head,

and the tears that hold my eyes,

contort me

like a possessed acrobat.

Tell me the lie

was truth.

Tell me.

Tell me,

I'm not drowning.

Lie to me.

Tell me it's okay.

Tell me I'm sick,

and I'll get better.

Tell me

one day...

I'll never be the same

after this.

©LJ

17 July 2014

When She Was In My Head

 When I grew up,

she gave me headaches.

When I slept,

she woke me up.

When I looked up,

she made me look down.

When I was ready,

she broke me.

When I was small,

she forced me to be big.

When I wasn't in my head,

she was in it.

And when she was in my head,

I was not myself.

When she punched me,

she gave me headaches.

When she woke me,

I was tired.

When she looked down,

I couldn't look up.

When she stopped me,

I was ready.

When she wanted me to be big,

I retreated to being small.

I had to remember

back to the day

she wasn't in my head.

And I had to.

Fast.

 ©LJ

18 July 2014

In and Out

" Tapeworm,

I hunger for the day

you release yourself from

the cell within my soul

and let me feed

on the creativity

I believe I can show

to the world. "

That is all.

A short poem

brought to you

from the depths

of my mind,

which is somewhat

in and out,

and in,

and out,

and in,

and out,

a n d

i n,

a n d

o u t...

Of 

my     

head.

O f

m y

h e a d.

Blink.

Shudder.

Fuzzy

f  e  e  l  i  n  g  s

e v  e  r  y   w   h   e   r   e.

w   e   i   g   h   t   l   e   s   s   n   e   s   s.

©LJ

23 July 2014

She's Almost Here

Brother couldn't wait for Sister to be born.
He was thinking of all the things he would teach her.
"I'll be her best friend!" he told his mommy one day.
"I'll watch over her and teach her how to play games!"
His mommy gave him a kiss and said,
"She's almost here."

Brother was so excited for Sister to be born.
He was thinking of what it would be like.
He knew she'd cry; his mommy told him
when he was born, he cried a lot!
He kissed his mommy's tummy and said,
"She's almost here."

Brother became anxious for Sister to be born.
He was thinking of all the preparation done for her.
There was a pretty pink nursery with cute little puppies
painted on the walls, and a bassinet that rocked gently.
He looked out the window of the nursery and whispered,
"She's almost here."

But the next day...

Brother was taken to the hospital with Mommy and Daddy.
He didn't know why he and Daddy had to wait outside.
"She's almost here."  his Daddy said with a smile.
Brother gasped when he saw his big sister and his entire family.
He ran and hugged Big Sister, and exclaimed,
"She's almost here!"

...and she was here!
A beautiful little girl Brother had been waiting for.
And he was the first to see her.
He knew, even when he could not see her, he would love her.
To him, Baby Sister was an angel sent to Earth to be his.
He cried tears of joy, and thanked God,
"She's finally here!!!"


©LJ
9 July 2014, 11:58pm EST

I Forgot What Morning Looked Like

I forgot how morning looked,

after waking up

and seeing it had disappeared;

seeing it had slipped from my hands.

I remember the dark, light blue hue

and the white clouds

that followed it like

a child with their mother.

©LJ

 25 July 2014

Under The Influence

Tonight shall be gone,

while I am under the influence

of your trance,

your dance,

your soft and always

loving glance.

Tomorrow shall begin,

while I am hungover

On your voice,

the void,

your fear and lonesome,

difficult choice.

Today shall continue,

while I am intoxicated

by your love,

your dove,

your spirit and nurture

from above.

The time unspent shall perish

while we are in love.

The future,

the past,

and here we are

together at last.

©LJ
16 July 2014

Numb

Snow white ribbons,
innocent and soft;
but harsh enough
to cut off my circulation.

I watch the world I embrace

turn blue,

tingle,

and go numb.

I watch the life I live

turn blue,

tingle,

and go numb.

I turn cold,
cold as the freezer
called the world
in which I live.

Truly,

now I can not feel.

Leave me be,

and let me

turn blue,

tingle,

and go numb.

Close your eyes
and count to ten.
Hope this never
happens again.

Hope the world

never

turns blue,

tingles,

nor goes numb.

©LJ
15 July 2014

Eyes of Blue & Eyes of Brown

Eyes of blue,

and eyes of brown;

both will love me,

both will care for me.

Eyes of blue,

and eyes of brown;

both will make me smile,

both will make me laugh.

Eyes of blue,

and eyes of brown;

both will comfort me,

both will beckon me.

Eyes of blue,

and eyes of brown;

my loves,

my hearts.

Eyes of blue,

and eyes of brown;

both are different,

both are opposite.

Eyes of blue

knows eyes of brown.

Eyes of brown

knows eyes of blue.

Eyes of blue,

and eyes of brown;

both are angels,

both are special.

Eyes of brown

is my inspiration.

Eyes of blue

is my motivation.

Eyes of brown

make sure

eyes of blue

protects me.

Eyes of blue

make sure

eyes of brown

sees to

my protection.

Eyes of blue,

and eyes of brown;

both will love me,

both will care for me.

©LJ

16 July 2014

Forever Beloved

 My only regret
was that in which
your heart bled
and sank
and died
and there was nothing
I could do
to stop your suffering.
No amount of forgiveness
can mend thy broken heart
or resurrect the shattered soul
that once,
is,
and always will be
my humble, my gentle,
my kind, my innocent,
my handsome, my soul mate,

forever beloved.

©LJ
29 May 2014

And I Am Free

"...and I am free.
Just like the song goes,
let them know that I have chosen to stay.
Let them know of my presence,
to all four corners of the world!
to all seven masterminds!
Never let them doubt, and
never let them grieve.
I am here, can't they see?

...and I am happy.
Just like the song goes,
let them know that I'm not saddened,
let them know of my glee,
to all countries far and near,
let them know that I am here!
Never let them doubt, and
never let them grieve,
I am here, can't they see?

...and I am safe.
Just like the poem goes,
let them know I'm not in pain.,
let them know of my victory,
to all cities, towns, and countrysides,
to all known lands beyond the skies.
Let them know that I'm protected.
Never let them doubt, and
never let them grieve,
I am here, can't they see?

...and I am there.
Just like the song goes,
let them know their joy and laughter
was all that I'm really after.
Let them know that I'm reaching out
the universe shall sing this message!

 Let them know that I'm holding their hands,
mere stepping stones to understanding.
Let them know that I am here!
Never let them doubt, and
never let them grieve;
I am here!

Soon, they will see!

©LJ
8 November 2013

 

Half Empty Glass

If I could give you my words,

would you accept them for as they are?

Would I never have to cower

from your intimidating shadow?

Did you ever once say these words and mean them?

Or was I to put these words in your mouth,

as if a songwriter, putting words down on paper,

so not to forget what comfort lied within?

...Comfort, my dear;

this strange feeling

foreign to my senses,

 in my mind, as if imagined.

...but they are imagined.

Imagined in the very depths of my soul.

Now I feel this feeling,

in which every day will haunt me

for the rest of my life.

This feeling, my dear,

in which I can't take back,

but can never recreate.

Nothing is there.

Everything is there.

This half-empty glass

is sharp fragments of things 

I could never feel.

©LJ

22 April 2014
Revised on 9 July 2014

Dizzy

I can feel you in my veins,

holding my hands,

keeping me on my feet,

guiding me

somewhere

where I know

you are there with me,

where I know

you will stay with me,

where I know,

you'll never leave me.

I feel like I'm fading away...

I can't breathe.

The color is gone.

The music is silenced.

I can still feel you in my veins,

holding my hands,

guiding me,

beside me,

somewhere

where I know,

you are there with me...

I feel dizzy.

You feel dizzy.

I laugh,

and you are there,

as you promised me.

My head is spinning

round and round

way too fast.

Your head presses gently

against mine,

and we are sleeping

in each others arms.

©LJ

6 July 2014

I Am A Skeleton

I am the face of death;

once beautiful, still beautiful,

remaining beautiful.

I am draped in torn sheets of black;

in the wind, flowing free,

revealing my figure.

I am nothing;

hungry, yearning,

reality be I'm dying.

 I was flogged;

my blood, it stains,

red as crimson, raging down my back.

I was beaten;

bruised, trapped,

repetitively mocked.

I was shattered;

broken, scarred,

ready to end.
I am a skeleton;
years and years
of withering away,
requesting eternal rest.

©LJ

12 June 2014