Feel my pain,
etched into time,
I am not the one
to keep others in line,
but sometimes I would
just love to be heard.
I am no one, that's clear,
so no one takes my word.
Put me in a ditch, make
yourselves grand,
you are the only ones who
others understand.
One things for sure-on a cold day
in hell, I'd never give you the time
of day, but I'm no one, so oh well.

I texted You this morning.
I asked You how You were.
I never got an answer.
You never texted me, to let me know You got home okay last night.
I was worried. So I called You.
But it went straight to voicemail, probably because You were with Him.
You're always with Him.
I shouldn't be bothered by this.
I'm in love with Her;
I've convinced everyone else through our kisses,
Her hands around my waist,
Her pictures the backgrounds on my phone.
So why when I wake up at night,
body wrecked from the nightmares,
do I call You instead of Her.
Why when is it, when I see You with Him,
do I want to take you in my arms and pull you away from Him?
Tell you the things in my head,
and listen as you go on about the ones in Yours.
Like We used to, when there was an "Us".
It wasn't an official "Us" but it was Us nonetheless.
But He came along, so I had to find Her.
I thought She would be the One.
Maybe she is.
So then why
are You
still
here.

Neither Nightingale or Crow
Neither Whippoorwill or Sparrow
Perched on phone lines, never trees
Still those birds have the right to sing.

Target of bad boys’ B B Guns
Splashed with water canons
They fly til they can fly no more
And tremble in the shadows.

Their feathers have a bit of shine
When sunbeams fall just right
But all too often that just makes
Them that much easier to find

And targets them for hatred rocks
Thrown by those who only
Recognize a Woodpecker
And a Robin Red Breast.

Too bad their music goes unheard
Most often it is beautiful
If they could sing with the other birds
The music would become symphonic.
                 ljm

Addiction to this
Way of life, this country pride,
While others love it

We stood in our room
throwing a tennis ball
back and forth on valentines night.

I thought of give and take.
Taking turns.

You lit a candle and we talked about

Which candles were safest to use
So we didnt ruin our lives.

Burning down the house
Setting the bed on fire.

And when I dropped the ball, you sat down the lighter.

But it stayed lit.

Now theres a burn hole in the dresser

and I will always remember, taking the time to blow out

Every single candle
Because I was terrified to lose you.

And in my acid brain, that lighter burning the hole

In the dresser

Was a warning from GOD ALMIGHTY

That I needed to be conscious of the Love I give you.

My anger is showing.

The capitol is full
Of treason and misogyny.

Pressure is building.
Boiling hot lava
Could erupt.

And I'm just over here
Making lard and yarn.
Not necessarily in that order.

I guess it is a good thing
That i wasn't made
winged and fire-breathing.

Just trying really hard
Not to destroy
Anything
In my path.