Once it's broken, the maidenhead,
It cannot again be ever mended,
When in the light wall of a peach--
In that fine part--there is a breach.
or who knoweth how to stitch *****
Together like words with an hyphen?

There’s a hole in my head where the thoughts come out, and
On occasion it appears to take the form of a mouth, yet
Predominately speaking while the Earths water is leaking
I’ve tried to find the way to stop the whole sky from falling down

I’m setting fire to the soil, allowing the desert to bloom
I’m setting orange cones and speed bumps to stop the tide from cutting loose
I’m setting stone to the classroom to splice the air from out the sculptor
I set the standards to the line of “Thou shalt not doubt her”

(3/9/12)

So many uniforms worn in this life, and inside them
You’ll find your loved ones -your soul mate
Son , daughter, husband , or wife.

Firemen , policemen , nurses , and military too
They all have a job to do.
And as you look at them with pride
You thank god they’re by your side.

The uniform does not make the person
But the person makes the uniform.
Because in it they pour the heart and soul
And it’s there where they belong.

The firemen and women who run into  a burning house
The cop who goes into the line of fire
The nurse who held their hand on you to stop the bleeding
And of course the military soldier
Who protects our country day and night
And will give up their lives in a fight.

Yet we do not stop and say:
“Thank you for all that you do
I am very proud to know you.”
Their uniforms are just their shells
And at times they go thru hell.

But there is a person who never wore a uniform
But created all of them who wear it.
He is all these people rolled into one
He is “GODS SON”.

He made these uniforms so that we can see their worth
And it was given to them from their birth.
So many uniforms to show what we do
But it doesn’t show the inner you.
This uniform is seen only by god
It is called the human heart.
This uniform can not be replaced
by anything on this earth
For it was given by god at our birth.

We  can be as beautiful or as vicious
As any animal on this earth, or as
Soft and sensitive as the most delicate flower
This is given to us from the lords powers.

Let us rejoice in what he has given
And make this life “ worth living”.
                                                 © L.Rams

sights predict the flood
when socks stay on
and feet come off the floor
the searchlight falls upon
ringed fingers, but it
only seems to linger

likely light fallen
often blinds men
who feel ignored through
lack of sensory experience

articulated through white noise.
nullified; given any other chance,
opportune or otherwise.
a chance to decompose within
brick and mortals,
sin and cynics.

artifice curves dimensions
also, artifice.

With dignity and grace,
I walk along.

With dignity and grace,
I walk alone.

A mistake worth making?
I may never know.

A mistake worth feeling?
I may never show.