Foreboding in the Green

Wet cobbled cobwebs
Circumference hemmed in
All-out hampering threads
And stones that missed Mary Magdalene

Oh, and so luscious and lush is the green
Dewy petals weeping they can’t caress my skin
Wrapped up in rushing hopes, buoyant buds exploding
Fluffy breezes prance, ignorant of the foreboding

Sticky sharp spiders’ snare
Circumference hemmed in
A cut-out smile shrouding the glare
Icicles that missed Mary Magdalene

Hello, my name is Lisa.

I do not care if you were gay, are gay, or considering becoming gay.

I do not care if you eat only vegetables, nothing with animal product, or a cow every night for dinner.

I do not care if you have no children, one child, adopted children, or eighteen children. (Kidnapped children is a grey area)

I do not care if you are conservative, liberal or lunatic.

I do not care if you are a lawyer, a teacher, a preacher, a maid, a waitress, or ditch digger.

I do not care if you dislike animals, have a zoo, or only one cat.

I do not care which God (s) you choose as your own - if any, or none.

I do care and hope that you are kind and loving to those you love.

I do care that you use your food wisely and do not waste. Thinking of others without.

I do care that you treat your children with love and not with violence or neglect.

I do care if you are completely apathetic to politics, as doing nothing, or standing for nothing, creates nothing.

I do care that you go and you do your best at whatever your work may be and feel proud that you've done your best in your day.

I do care if you harm an animal. If you hunt to feed your family be proud - if you hunt for sport you shame me.

I do care and think the greatest religion is being loving, kind and compassionate to our fellow man.

Hello, my name is Lisa.

Perfectly timed moments exist
And with their existence, my sadness persists
I walked out, and he walked in
Our eyes met, it was his win
Every cell in my being began to heat up
And all he could do was try not to **** up
Yet still I ignored my pleaing heart
I sat in my car and drove farther apart
He shrunk in my rearview mirror
I sighed in hopeless terror
What if love will never surpass this limit
What if he's the only man I could love so vivid
All that I hoped for, all that I dreamed
Slowly ripped and torn apart at the seam
How do I overcome this desire to cease life
How do I care about tomorrow's strife

*s.q.

I'm tired of not being understood

And having to understand others

Can I be understood

Is it me or you caught in the loop

Now I'm getting mad

How many paths will cross

Before it's created a loss

A loss is a loss

No matter how much you lose by

****** we can't meet on levels eye to eye

You know what **** this

*******

You and your ideologies

You and your idealistic hypocrisy

Yes I'm irritated 

I don't know who isn't being understood

I will not submit without compromise

Well atleast what's fair to me 

What's that

What's fair to me isn't equivalent

To what you call righteous justice

In your mind

Well I apologize for invading your happy place

I'm physically depressed my doctor said

And mentally needy 

That's why I'm so confused and use you 

But I'm still not understood

And refuse to understand when to me

It's accepting something my persona doesn't go by

Or is it tolerating what I deem incompetent 

My grin mimics a cold grimace

Am I wrong

My arm hurts

I'm holding a grudge, but it's really a half full cup of water in my that I've been holding for 14 days

And now I'm thirsty but can't quench my thirst because my arm hurts

Aaaahhhhh

I just want an answer my heart can accept

Is that to much to ask

Or is it selfish of me

stop while you're ahead
or you'll lose everything

Every day we see them,
passing by them without care.
It comes as quite a shock to some,
but trust me, they are there.

They come in shapes and sizes
just the same as you and me;
their colors range from black to white
and all the shades between.

They're just like us in all respects;
they've hopes and dreams and fears.
They've been with us through spans of time,
from young to old in years.

Some of you may notice them
but most go by unseen,
and lest they let their secret out
a person's all they'll be.

But should they step beyond the veil
they've hung to hide their truth,
it's rarely welcomed with embrace,
and often with dispute.

It's a shame to see how some
could treat a human being
merely for the way they are,
or even how they seem.

Patronized for their beliefs,
or preferences declared.
Victims born of senseless crimes
are left to reap despair.

Stop the violence. Stop the hate
before there's nothing left.
Your ignorance gives wake to see
them all to pointless death.

Intolerance gives wake to war,
of which we're on the brink.
Love them all for who they are,
and not for what you think.