Last Night's Dream

Last night, I had a dream

in which the part I'd play

would leave me mostly cowering 

and screaming in dismay.

The world in my dream was a frightening place

where everyone was mean,

and offensive names and actions were used,

and no one cared, it seemed.

But how could I have dreamed this world

in which its people hurt me,

and how could I not realize

that this was just reality?

For I knew they never cared,

and they knew that I could tell,

for my panic was their Heaven,

my panic was my Hell.

Although their slur and bigotry

was not aimed at me,

I could not seem to find the strength 

to be rid of these things.

Before the fighting all began,

I ran so far away, up

the halls, down to the basement,

where comfort came and the end abrupt.

-LJ

11 March 2016

The Forest Trail

For the trail within the forest

began to take most beautiful Autumn hues;

for leaves of green turn red and gold

and skies turn different shades of blue.

For today will finally be the day

I let myself be free,

of Summer's humid atmosphere,

and find myself in me.

For blesséd is the forest here;

a work of God's creations!

For this, a place for one to find peace
from Summer's many explorations.

For wondrous is the forest here

that I feel very much alive;

a place where dreams of gold,

and passions red, and
cool healing blues shall strive.

For the trail within the forest

of reds and golds and blues,

that free me from Summer's heat

and let me search for you.

I sense that Autumn's somewhere,

and I will find it so.

And when I find it, lovely one,

I promise you will know! 

-LJ

8 & 10 March 2016

The Sensation of Panic

What sensation causes thee

locking, clicking of the knees?

For long, the chattering voices stop

to make the locking knees just pop.

What sensation causes such

for rushing blood and moving much?

For then, lightheaded and to blame

in what I feel to be self-shame.

What sensation causes fear

to love me so and bring it here?

For once, it holds me in my place

and leaves all color without a trace.

What sensation causes me

to gaze up on and lock my knees?

For what my body, mind, and soul,

flood the thoughts of being whole.

What sensation causes this

opposition of all bliss?

For my attention, and intention, 

 innocent in disposition

causes this sensation manic,

causes much my soul to panic.

-LJ

6 March 2016

Moonlight

Dearest Moon,

Sweet lover of the stars, sibling of the sun,

and best friend of Mother Earth;

in our presence, rejoice and sing

and welcome wondrous mirth.

Fearlessly, your light caresses

sky in sparkling, cloud-like dresses;

sometimes showing smallest light

or biggest in more darker nights.

Quiet mover of the tides,

where frightened kindred spirits hide,

and seek comfort from your grace

to find their home, their place.

Sweetest to the stars, gracious to the sun,

and best friend to Mother Earth,

it is your journey in the great night sky

that welcomes all world's worth.

Blesséd Moon, watching all that roam,

Your beauty so inimitable, finds me all alone.

Your light brings so much comfort,

your guidance shows me home.

For morning comes, and brings the day;

you welcome Sunlight, but you stay...

for only a while before you part from sight,

to return when Sunlight slowly fades to night.

-LJ

5 March 2016

Sunshine

Somewhere near, somewhere far,

somewhere close to where you are;

hiding, resting, deep within the clouds.

Eyes open wide, new days have come,

blinded 'wake by rays you've done;

you begin your slow, yet welcoming rise.

As time ages fast the day,

somewhere, with the clouds away,

you are there, rising, high above all things.

While I am stumbling on,

and the will to move is gone,

you are falling, slowly, deep within horizons.

Blesséd light, brightest star,

wondering where on Earth you are;

even when you are not there, somehow you are everywhere.

Somewhere close, and in the night

making moons full and bright,

you are the comfort, healing, and shining light.

Blesséd be the Sunshine.

-LJ

4 March 2016

Beauty Evermore

Beauty in its primal state

takes its final twist of fate.

Sunken eyes of sheer despair

and lifeless curls of living hair.

Sometimes beauty, hardly seen

is sometimes beauty evergreen.

And when all failed to realize

that beauty found in sunken eyes

was beauty evermore.

-LJ

13 February 2016

Yes, we could wait, we could,

for that moment in which
the ears hear all sound, muffle it, and drive it away.
for that moment in which
the mouth tastes all things, indulges, and carries on.
for that moment in which
the hands touch all surfaces, yearns, and brushes through.
for that moment in which
the nose smells all fragrances, wonders, and congests.
for that moment in which
the fire in our eyes diminishes,
and requires the air in our lungs to ignite.

but, for the moment in which
the passion in our hearts arise,
and the creative nature of our brains
begin to ponder how we even got here,
in this time, in this moment,
with all of these beautiful senses,
waiting.

just waiting.

in this moment, and only in this moment,
the wait is over.
the world is reborn, and we are alive again.

-LJ
4 March 2016