My page...

I say it loud;
I say it clear.
You don't answer;
Do you hear?

Do you care?
Can you see?
Why isn't it all
Like it use to be?

Its all there
Written in bold.
My story, my page.
I've already told.

Will you read it
With careful eyes?
Or quicky skim
Thinking it lies.

Some can read it,
But very few.
Some know the language
Not too many do.

Others learn it.
They care alot.
They try and try,
And don't smoke pot.

Between the lines,
Its hidden there.
Story after story,
with just a prayer.

Screams and shouts
Come out as well.
All depends
On where you dwell.

Dreams and secrets
Are all written out.
Subject to change,
By the One who life's about.

I want to share,
I want to shout.
Why do I care?
Why do I doubt?

If you choose
Not to listen,
Not to read,
Not to glisten.

What then
Will I lose?
Its my page
I get to choose.

If you treat
My page like dirt,
I'll do something mean
And it will hurt.

So I choose once more to:
Say it loud
And say it clear.
In my language
For all to hear.

Lampshade

Once a month
you come so bright,
shining down
giving sight.

You look so free,
so careless;
completely yourself.

No constraints for you;
you do your thing
every month
it never changes.

But why just once
in 30 days;
tell me now.

When you come
I choose to complain;
change you, make you
what I want.

Not yours but mine,
your existence
I counteract with complaints.

I cannot change
what I've not created;
cannot become
what I am not.

Nor can you
change who you are
or what you do.

I envy you;
You don't care
what I want you to do;
You do as you were created.

You aren't bothered
by my complaints;
why is that?

You don't care
I want to restrict you;
You still do as you want.

You brush off that I
have you figured out;
I know when you come and go.

I know what to expect
from you,
and you think thats ok.

I want to be more like you....