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Opposites attract.
Sameness detracts.
Love fades.
Life wanes.
Darkness can warm.
Light can freeze.
Caught in life's cycles,
Spinning outward to the end.
Caught within a breeze.

Why is darkness treated with fear?
As much is done in the light as in the dark.
Much maligned our primal senses heightened we see no light in the dark.
Yet, in the dark we are rested, in the dark we test our senses, in the dark we are even, in the dark we are one.

Foul deeds may require the blanket of dark.
But the reaper calls at any time, ready or not he will come, his scythe sweeps and you are gone.
Light or dark, love or hate in each opposite you make a whole you.
In the light we see the dark.
In the dark we see the light*.
© JLB
07/10/2014
18:00 BST
Beauty and the black.
Cut in two by a psychotic hack.
A pretty face, remembered not for acting,
but the act that gave her instant infamy.
******.
© JLB
06/10/2014
12:36 BST
I like a garden where flowers grow,
yet occasionally a **** does show.
Do I pluck that **** for creeping into my flower garden?
or assign it to my mind, where it can grow un maligned.

Declined by the flower garden, my mind gave the **** a pardon.
There it did stay, entwined with my thoughts that gave it beauty.
A **** is not to be plucked and thrown away,
a **** is to be nurtured like all of humankind.

My mind grows fruitful like a garden, all are welcome,
weeds especially, for they are most likely to surprise.
Weeds, like all that live chime and shine when given a chance.
A chance to grow enshrined in my mind garden.
© JLB
06/10/2014
00:34 BST
Today, I am very not well.
I feel like there's a bell tolling in my head.
I don't want to get out of bed
My ears don't work
My mouth is dry
My back is old and bented
My stomach is churning
My throat is gurgling
My eyes are crusted with crap
A whisper's too loud
The toilet is full of carrots
(When did I eat carrots?)
My nose is running, I better go after it
I'm sniffing, I'm sicking, I'm chilled then hot
I'm telling you lot, I'm very not well
I'm glad I have no sense of smell
What's in the bucket, looks like it might have rights
I'm telling you lot I'm very not well.
© JLB
04/10/2014
12:33 BST
Let me clarify, I'm not here to prettify life.
Amplify your ego or nullify your beliefs.
I'm here for me.
Dignify for me your response without a lie.
Can you? No?
Then in my best of Anglo Saxon do me the favour of
"******* the *******".
Inspired by The Ballad of John And Yoko.
© JLB
02/10/2014
17:38 BST
Today was no ballet,
sure, people say "no picnic"
but, I prefer "no ballet".
After all why compare a day to a picnic?
Picnics are, well, middling.
Some outstanding (with champagne)
Some poor, with floppy cheese sandwiches.
Some, just sitting in a field with a damp ****.
So, today was no ballet.
I didn't shout "hooray"
I didn't wear fancy lingerie
I didn't eat at an avant-garde cafe
I didn't write a masterpiece,
an overture or paint a masterful stroke.
So, all in all, today was passé,
definitely no ballet.
© JLB
03/10/2014
00:01 BST
Do you remember when you held my hand?
When we walked across the sand?
Do you remember how we talked for hours on the phone?
How we never had a moan, or a care?
The world could take us anywhere?
Remember how we thought our world would last,
and that we, in our naïveté just danced?

*Now fifteen years are gone by,
we laugh as much as we cry.
I, no longer walk upon the sand.
You, still hold my hand.
Now, we moan, we pay bills.
I take a lot of pills.
To get upstairs I use a lift.
But, you my husband, are my gift.
This MS my curse, my fate.
But, I wouldn't have my life off of another plate.
© JLB
29/09/2014
23:38 BST
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