i met her once
just once at an educators
conference....
she was a nun in modern
habit....
a older lady with a beatific
smile.... a sparkling intelligence, a love for life,
a glowing from within...
and now she is a photo on
the news.....
one of those taken from the sky.......

Juliet on her balcony
me in my bed
Romeo in his knee
you in your chair
the books aligned
and stars shine
even if they are crossed
our papers shuffle amongst themselves
shying away from the inevitable morning

-c.j.

Shadows
No longer mere figures following me
Developing minds of their own
They seek liberation from the commands of my feet
To fully manipulate me

Roads
Morphs into labyrinths before my eyes
Entrapping me into the darkness
Its unceasing modification disorients me severely
A thriving attempt to hold me captive

Stars
Lose their jaunty sparkle in the tenebrous sky
Turning into prying eyes whose gazes burn my skin
They observe me like a peculiar specimen
I am not alone

Songs
Begin to sound discordant to my ears
Reverberating vociferously across my room
Strident tunes thwack my skull mercilessly
Unable to think

Mind
Fails to function properly
Unhinging the helpless one
Its thoughts are chaotic, and in shambles
Another man is lost

She made a list of things to avoid
Cliches, alcohol, and cons
She made a list of things to embrace
Books, rain, strawberries
She made a list of things to do
Read books without cliches,
drink ****** strawberry drinks
and run home in the rain
to escape the liars
She rolled her eyes
and sighed
and thought
"by their fruits shall ye know them"

-cj

Some women are lost in the fire
circling the flames without a care

But I want to be built from the fire
feeling the flames abrupt from my chest

And I need to have the passion of
the roaring waves of rouges and orange

And I can't live another day without the heat
from the love I have for the life I lead.