Dream Come True

Blue crystals
fall like snow;
hymns and chants
to lure me home.
Pink skies
like blushing cheeks;
coos and affection
for my soul so meek.
Green grass
like blankets;
arms and chest
to curl up against.

I am tired.
I hurt in grief;
I miss you so.

In my anguish
and my sorrow;
I never let go.

Dream, come true.
You are
my dream come true;
that makes the sea 

and sky so blue,
that makes the green grass 

so much more
than what my heart 

is yearning for.
 

You!
You, my love!

While I drift
and think of you,
I long so for my
dream come true.

But you know
as well as I
we'll never pass
each other by.
Far away
from your embrace...
with your tears falling
from my face.

While the rain
brings morning dew,
I'll close my eyes
and yearn for you.
I'll wish on stars
that I can view,
so I hold hope my
dream comes true.

©LJ
31 August 2014

Humble Am I

Sweet melodies in the breeze, 

bells and sounds 

of mockingbirds, 

 is all that would you ever need to hear 

what has not been heard. 

 I am in a better place,

 I am happy and free, 

so now my soul is able 

to be with all of thee. 

Beautiful, all of you, 

and humble am I 

 those who makes the spirit 

in me fly. 

Gifted, all of you,

 and humble am I... 

 those who form these tears of 

joy I cry. 

Twisting and turning within 

Eternal Creation.. 

 Enjoying this 

spiritual manifestation, 

that comes alive in you and I 

and makes the time better, by. 

 Kindred, all of you, 

and humble am I, 

understood and realized. 

Unique, all of you, 

and humble am I, 

resurrected in the tears you cry. 

Beautiful, you say am I, 

and beautiful I say are you. 

Wonderful, you say am I, 

and wonderful I say are you. 

Humble am I, 

who has the foundation

 of so many... 

Humble am I, 

who is not alone, 

 even when there is no one around. 

 Yet, you still cry, 

but you don't 

need to now. 

 I am still with you, all of thee.

 I will comfort you,

 to you I bow.

Humble am I, 

to those who have 

such faith in me.

©LJ

7 August 2012 

 

Find This Place

Find a place, and settle there. 

Find this place, and start to care. 

This place will help you manage through, 

but still so very new to you. 

This place, crafted by magic hands 

is built upon the finest lands. 

The secret, though, strange it seems, 

this world is powered by your dreams. 

To dream, you have to settle down; 

find a place, and figure out 

what dreams that your world fore holds

 from newest thought to the mem'ry old. 

If you walk to the secret door, 

you'll find what you are looking for. 

Behind the secret door are things

 that bind your heart and spread their wings. 

The secret door minds much to all, 

but have yet their place to call. 

Open slowly, but not too slow;

 just gently, like the fall of snow. 

When it opens, you just walk in, 

an innocence that knows no sin. 

A feeling that you've never known;

a simple smile has come to shown

all you've ever fought for...

all of this, and even more. 

But most importantly, for me,

 is a friend I hope to see. 

He secures me from haunting harms 

and embraces me in loving arms. 

Hair of darkness, eyes of brown, 

wears his beauty like a crown. 

Brings the light out from my soul, 

mends it up, and makes it whole. 

To my heart, light comes back in 

and I am now myself again. 

Once a lonely, depressed freak, 

my own brought pain I only seek. 

Seeing other people love, 

I raced into your arms above. 

Now, these arms were meant to protect

 whose feelings of 'unlove' connect. 

A torn, black dress of death in night,

 turned now into a gown of white.

 He brought me to a lovely place, 

where the secret door was just a phase. 

My soul lingered, dragged on 

but he, I did not want be gone. 

All I ever did was plea, 

but little known he listened to me.

 His mission now to heal my soul, 

make these dreams and shatter whole. 

A bassinet of love and affection, 

a soft pillow of a spirit's connection, 

a blanket summoned by mourning doves,

 soft colors takes to clouds above.

 A soft whimper could be made, 

so the binding takes it's shade.

 My quest in rest, you've come to aid, 

and so the cradle starts to sway.

 Back and forth, an icy blue 

takes over sides of obvious clue. 

An eyeful of tears, a wink of an eye, 

a slaughtering sound, a restless cry. 

A smile of faith, no more goodbye, 

a mockingbird, your lullaby. 

Back and forth the cradle sways, 

and all my fears should go away. 

I do not dare another peep;

instead, a wish to fall asleep. 

Your song reached down to depths unknown,

 from outer body to the soul. 

I give in, and close my eyes, 

your final words to me, "Sleep tight." 

I reached a place and came to see, 

how you helped me find eternal peace. 

Now I know what I'm looking for, 

is not behind the secret door. 

Instead, so now, now I knew, 

that it is where my love for you 

can be seen and realized.. 

beyond the magic of tired eyes. 

©LJ

9 July 2012;

revised on 31 August, 2014

I Am

I am a dance 

 That flows in time 

To the eternal life of creation. 

I am a song 

That lives on the waves 

Of the air above. 

I am a painting 

That hangs in this world 

And gets admired,

 and sometimes ridiculed. 

I am a raindrop 

That meets the ground 

Before my story is told. 

 I am creativity

But so are you 

That lingers in this would 

And goes unnoticed.

 I am hope 

That gives you another chance 

To change the man in the mirror.

 I am justice 

That prevails in the end 

Shattered in the paint of truth. 

I am music 

That stands out 

 In a melody I call my own. 

 I am a tear 

 That falls down our cheeks 

Out of grief and joy. 

 I am a war 

 That needs to stop hurting

The ones I love 

Immediately. 

I am a band-aid, 

That keeps the world together

 And on it's feet. 

I am comfort

 That rocks you gently 

When you feel down and lonely.

 I am the stars 

That shine at night 

 Lighting your way. 

 I am the moon 

That proudly in the sky 

You are no longer scared of. 

I am magic 

But so are you

 That will heal the world And our children.

 I am love

 But so are you, 

and you, and you... 

And all of you 

  That cares for everyone and everything. 

 I am a human, 

That has a heart and feeling 

Just like everyone else.

©LJ

December 2011

Acid Rain

Days I feel ill

are the days I play

in acid rain;

burning,

vomiting,

aching.

Days I feel dead

are the days I play

in acid rain;

feeling

alive

again.

Days I feel depressed

are the days I play

in acid rain;

the thrill,

the risk,

the consequence.

In acid rain,

although jailed by

its hazardous drops

I felt this

strange, but happy

feeling that I

never felt in

just normal rain.

In normal rain

I felt dull,

like the grey

clouds they harbor.

But in acid

rain, I felt

this rush of

energy within me,

telling me that

it's totally okay

to be alive.

So, my friend,

these are the days;

the days I

play in acid rain. 

©LJ

22 August 2014 

The Toy Box

A long time ago,

in a home far away,

in a place in my mind

where my memories stay;

lived a world no one knows

to this very day,

and I have to deal much

to keep it that way.

It starts with a toy box,

so innocently built,

to hide any worry,

to hide any guilt.

In this little toy box

I hid all my pain

forbidden to ever

show it again.

There's masks and pictures

all broken and bled.

There's soaked little tissues

with tears I have shed.

There's a journal

that found its way out of my box;

it gave me the power

to write out the talks.

There's sharp, pointy claws

that scratched at my arms.

There's beautiful monsters

that caused me much harm.

There's memories I cram

inside of this box,
that I can't even fathom
if they're true or they're false.

Inside my box,

a childhood does lie;

waiting to breathe,

but waiting to die.

For a whole 'nother childhood

soon waits for rebirth,

one I can thank

for my presence on Earth.

I'm sick of hiding,

of pretending to be

something I'm not.

God, set me free!

Open my box,

and let me speak.

Let everything

soak up in the sea

of my memories

so very repressed

that today have made me

very depressed.

Like he,

the lost and found

of my heart

should have told me my childhood

was too torn apart

to be put back together,

although not so bad

of a childhood;

but inside, I felt rather... sad. 

But now it is out there,

in the dusk of the dawn.

Now it is free.
Now it is gone.

But as I said,

I've kept it away,

and I do quite a lot

to keep it that way.

But now it is free

from its cell in my mind,

and maybe I'll leave

the sadness behind.

A new life begins

so I can be free

of my burdens and horrors

that used to be me.

©LJ

25 August & 31 August, 2014

For Once

Dear friend,

For once,

it felt okay to be

different;

to be something I wasn't 

before:

a beautiful

butterfly.

For once,

it felt okay to be

pain-stricken;

to be something that could

hurt:

a living

being.

For once, 

it felt okay to be

wise;

to be something that helped 

others:

an old

soul.

For once,

it felt okay to be

sick;

to be something I couldn't

deny:

the weakest

one.

©LJ

20 August 2014

Convey Your Heart's Desire

I may be young,

but I am not afraid.

I will convey your heart's desire

while my own is staid.

Your beauty, magic,

and innocence are near.

I feel your soul call out to me;

I feel you call me here.

  

We will dance forever.
We will sing our songs.

We will live with children's hearts

and merry go along.

In this little world of ours

where we are not alone,

we'll frolic and play all through the day

before night takes you home.

For now, close your sleepy eyes

and rest your weary head.

Your dreams hold all my message be,

so no more should you dread.

I see your soul in my eyes.

I feel your warmth so close.

I hear your lullabies and thoughts.
I scent your vanilla rose.

I taste the salt in your tears.

I hold you in my arms.

Even if you be happy,

I shall keep you from all harm.

You are my child of wonder

who conveys my heart's desire.

You are my child of wonder,

who's poems I fuel the fire.

If I be thought as joy like Christmas,

you're my twinkling little star.

And no matter where you go,

I shan't be very far.

You are my innocent child,

that teaches very clear,

through your quiet snows and stained-glass poems

that I am always here.

©LJ

6 August 2014

 

 

Hypochondria & Paranioa

You struggle to think

because there is no thought

to mask the lurking shadows

and voices that tell you

that you're getting sick.

We know who you are 

and what you want.

You begin to memorize

because there is no thought

to stop the studdering

of your voice that tells the world

that you're getting sick.

Our voices will lure you

and drive you insane.

You feel to feel

because there is no thought

to break the chains

of your weakness and voice...

and you're getting sick.

You hear the strange music

and you toss and you turn.

You succeed to psych

because all thought

will engulf

your mind, and you voice

that you're getting sick.

And you never fall asleep.

Ever. Again.

©LJ

5 August 20014 

The Two Women

In my grandparents' house,

some people watch 

over us.

Two 

are women,

and I believe

two others are men.

The women who reside

in this house

with us

talk.

They laugh

and simply talk.

But I cannot sleep

with them talking

and giggling.

So

I told

them they needed

to be very quiet...

for it was time

for us all

to fall

asleep.

They listened.

I don't hear

them giggling and talking.

But without a doubt,

they are there,

watching over

us;

protecting us

from the energy

that killed the animals.

And without a shadow

of a doubt,

they're loving

us

from the

other side of

Heaven that is real.

©LJ

5 August 2014