They ask,
How can I live?

And say,
They could not.

I laugh
and they laugh along.

Some days after,
They ask again,
How can I survive?

And say,
They wouldn't be able to.

I laugh again,
So they laugh along.

Now I ask myself,
How cursed am I?
& I let myself
Cry.

And when they ask again,
I just smile.

True love does not vary
Nor change like shifting shadows
True love remains ever in the light
For all to see its honesty

A love that maintains its vow
To love, respect, and cherish
It does not alter or "bend
With the remover to remove"

Love is everlasting and true
Real love is yielding to the other
It does not possess, nor smother
It trusts because it gives it to receive

Love is the very soul of equality
It does not reveal but protects intimacy
Love grows with time and with maturity
True love by all is easily seen

Only fools poke out their own eyes
Mistaking true love for hypocrisy
True love is from celestial heights above
And lights the way to unfaltering love

A random
act of kindness
can land
small as lint—
light enough
to cause a small tilt—
or heavy enough
to make
the world
go round.

I
don’t decide
which way
it falls—
only
if I do nothing.

So
I decided
to take the lint out
of my pockets.

I don’t know how to not be an actress.
I have no idea how to be real
What is it I really am any time feeling
And what is it that I truly want to do.
I need to tear down the theatre curtains
And stand without costumes on life’s stage

What can I use to take off the makeup
That turns me into who I am not
That covers up the scared little girl
Trying so hard to figure it out
Aching to know what the real villain is
And finding a way to subdue it.

Sensing the final act has begun
And my script is missing those pages,
I vainly search back stage for a prompter
Or someone who knows if I exit stage left
And what the script says is my final line
And if Curtain Call has now been cancelled.
                    ljm

Listen to your soul
Remember your tears
Keep the words your heart speak

These will guide you
Towards that which you need

Believe
Believe
Believe

I cannot say a slithe in form
But a rapture to my ears
Once I categorized
all the songs
It brought me low to tears

But in the dark of
nocturnal dreams
I cried out in dispair
To hear the incessant
thrill of the mocking bird
made me pull my hair

Now the nights have been reclaimed
goodbye to the nights of all my pain
The mockingbird no longer thrills at 3 a.m.
It has met a tragic end