I won't forget the day we met
when you bring me dandelions
His words to me as we held hands
set upon me as I'm crying
I don't remember the exact moment
except a gal bought flowers to her man
dandelions from a distant field
meant you were at least trying, and I understand

then he slept for a while

On a summers afternoon
when we went for soda
you took hold of my hand
when we passed her
and you whispered to me
that you and her were over...

He sighed and said

I remember, it was the day
you showed up, dandelions
clutched in hand
Instantly my soul fell
into your embrace
but I understand...

and he slept for a while

she came back another time
four times, six, ten, a lifetime
forever just to remind him
without him she was nothing

Remember our babies born
raised with the essence of you
Remember how we made them
she blushed
Lucidity, for her, made the memory true

He lay with a beating heart
a blank slate, and a woman
who held his hand
He stared at unfamiliar walls
struggling to understand
how realities became memories
how the beautiful woman
touching his face
could make him feel so blue
as he reaches for a bouquet of
dandelions
that weren't even there, he asks
Who are you?

Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

They go to the bottom of a fire and fry
And I won't see them again until I die

I knew many who took their last breath
With a needle in their arm and you know the rest

They went to their grave just a little too soon
They flew away howling on the yellow moon

Now these people cry and these people moan
They look for a good place to call their home

They try to find some place to rest their bones
While the demons and the devils try to make them their own

They go to the bottom of a fire and fry

It seems like everyone I am encountering is either taking advantage of me, or doesn't care

A father is a tree.
He is sappy at times,
And once distilled,
He's sweet.
He radiates limbs
To provide shelter
And shade from harm;
His roots are deep
And nourishing.
He is oak and willow,
Fruitful and sharing.
But most of all,
He hugs like bark.

March smart to the beat of the drums boys
March toward the sound of the guns
There's a battle yet to be fought boys
Before we can return to our homes
The dead now lie in rows boys
Cut down by the shot and the shell
But the enemy will turn and run boys
When they hear the rebel yell
Find the courage in your hearts boys
Although this day is lost
You fought and died so bravely boys
Was it really worth the cost?
So few of us are left boys
Sorely hurt, ravaged by pain
So many of us died boys
For what? For us there was no gain
Mothers, wives and sweethearts boys
In so many homes do grieve
They said we would be in for three months boys
Now so many will from here never leave

Rest In Peace boys

The Awoken,
catatonic coma; depressive crash
eyes open, blank stare

I hear; 'Is she awake?'
I was never asleep, I mutter.
no one hears me.

I'm none compliant, yet
fully lucid
my brain turns over scripts
my lips remain mute.

The Watcher,
observing, all senses stimulated

I hear;
the woodpecker in the garden
the kettle whistling downstairs

I see;
mother, doctor, grandmother, dog
the artificial light as dawn rises

I taste;
the metal on my tongue - 'I think the Lithium is working...' the doctor evaluates

I smell;
the dogs breath, he sleeps beside me
last nights family supper, grandma made roast lamb

I feel;
the heavy weight of blankets piled
the needle in my hand as I'm fed through a drip

I ache;
muscles as knotted as my esothagus
my weight sinking into the mattress where bones & sores rub
my ribs form a concave dark magic
it needs expelling
weakness isn't my friend anymore

I stare;
sedatives cloud me
the electroconvulsive therapy shocks
and yet, after
you're still, somber, forgetful
ghostly
you just lie there
time isn't even a concept
as night brings day, day brings night
it's all you know

Hands touch skin stretched tightly
over protruding bones
I'm on my back now
my only company; the ceiling
not even the canopy of stars I once gazed at with joy
not forgetting Muse, he rests beside me still
it's hard to breathe

I simply slip away,
again.

© Sia Jane

Finished with this thing they called life,
I can find no one to help me with my mind.

People think I'm insane because,
I am frowning all the time.

All day long I think of things,
but nothing seems to satisfy.

Think I'll lose my mind,
if I don't find something to pacify me.

Can you help me occupy my brain?

I need someone to show me,
the things in life that I can't find.

I can't see the things that make true happiness,
I must be blind

Make a joke
and I will sigh
and you will laugh
and I will cry

Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal

And so as you hear these words,
telling you now of my state.

I tell you to enjoy life,
I wish I could but it's too late

Turn up the radio,
The sequels to
War of the Worlds
Are on.

not mine, it is hers
and she is gone now.

She took me in
I took care of her and she taught
me how to love unconditionally.

Now in her chair I sit sad and uncomfortable.
Around me surrounds a heavy air.
A memory of our last saying,
I love you.

I made a promise to her, on her dying day,
to take care of RJ and Wally ,
Miss kitty, Mandy, Trouble, Blinky, Inky, Nod,
and two more grey kittys.

I will try, Marge. With all my heart.

I know they miss you.

But, not half as much as I do.