No one will ever read my journals
Any more than they read my odes.
I’ve left my mark so carefully
But I wrote it in the sand
And I wrote it at low tide.

You need to carve your name in stone
In words that live eternally
Not write in smoke across the sky
Where zephyr winds will scatter it.

I wanted to be recognized
A standout in the crowd
I hoped my brilliant verbiage
Would capture fashion’s eye
And I could win the cakewalk.

But the cameras turned the other way
And never saw me fan my plume.
I followed them for half a mile
But they never turned to look.

No one will note my journal here
The one who could, strives to forget.
I’ll be someone without a name
Who couldn’t reach out far enough
To grab and keep the golden ring.
           ljm

my saying I'm alone by me
is like saying that the stars have no sky
because the night cannot breathe so deeply this far into the galaxy

When lightning strikes and thunder rolls,  
Across the vast and moody sky,  
We can reason with carefree minds,  
It’s Nature’s way to shout and cry!

Sometimes it feels like
our love
is a sterile field
that you cannot touch,
afraid of contamination
and connection,
but I will you to,
I want you to reach out
your fingers,
graze the edges of my soul
with your ****** latex gloves,
for I'm not afraid
of the parts of you that are human,
and the parts of you that aren't safe.