Was he my father, friend or brother?
To me, he was all; I looked at him-
Tall and thin, my protector.
Was he not my counsellor?
I'd ask things and he'd tell me all;
Everything I needed to hear.

Was he not my confidant?
Oh yes! I told him things-
Quite indoors too and advice I got.
This man had wise words,
He was like superman;
One indeed but without a cape.

Was he not my knight?
Yes indeed! He shielded my
negative words and clothed them,
with positive. Was he not good?
He was generous and caring. I
wondered why he chose me to care
for. Perhaps our spirits were meant
to be crossed; he was an angel. That
God sent to guide me, away from all
bad.

I find his traits to be entertaining and
honest, not too upfront to blind your
feelings. Was he not always going to
be my friend, father and brother?
In my heart I think so.

I decided to take a trip on my day off
Rediscovering all the things that make me smile.
My place of work no longer work.
A small fee to a different world.
A world filled with all sorts of abstract color.
My favorite art museum, living & breathing.
A corridor of wide wall.
Different perspective of how eyes greet grin.
These marble floor emotions of how small I felt
Staring at these giant frames.
Perfectly sculpted lips
Each frame a memory captured for all time.
Me traveling down the corridor of your smile.
Our childlike sensibility
The truth of every display.
A hop and a skip away
Lost in liquid color.
How I've traveled The hue of your eye.
Displayed big and bright,
Decorated in frame and gloss.
The many times I've splashed around as you brought each color to life
as vivid as displayed.
For each glance a different story told
The tragedy of how we preserve time.
How soon we outgrow our former selves.
The moments that make the loudest sound.
Clay molds of your face
Smooth and round.
Every truth captured
Presented in constant space.
The burden of velvet rope
In restriction of how close we see ourselves.
Photo flash ban signs,
Dimmed lights to help preserve sensitivity
No running
All noise kept to a minimum.
This trip a reminder of how precious the simple things are.
Stepping back into reality
A long walk into how we use to be

Let me discover
the weight of your heart.
Open your chest and
hand it to me.
Does it treasure love?
If it doesn’t,
take the liberty to
undress my soul
and steal it from there.
You know I won’t mind.
I will take your darkness instead
and put your demons
inside of me
to let them destroy me.
I know you won’t mind.

“Eyes are the windows to your soul”
      And while that may be true
         I see an entire doorway
           When I look into you
            Corridors full of art
             Leading to eternal
                     sunshine
            I see a friendly door
          With a welcome home
                        sign.

i am tired of being the passenger in my life
watching it happen while not being present.

i want to steer my own destiny towards a happier and blissful place.

taking action instead of waiting for nothing to happen
waiting and waiting
then complaining
why nothing is right.

you do not wait.
you should not wait.
you should take action.

-D.L.

i will not shrink myself down
i do not come in pocket sized
i am more than your heart desires
yet a  glass has never complained to overflow
i am everything or nothing
and to you
something in between
i am loud and i am violent and i am volatile
reaching for the stars that dissolve in my fingers
heaven has never felt so far
slim down diets are so in
reach your love to fit like chickpeas in your heartless ides
a growling stomach makes a pretty lady
i am pretty much a lady?