I

 

!

And

I now

begin to

newly dwell in

a cold vacant space

behind the long shadows

of blind spinning solitude

accompanied by the soft

stinging silence in my

drying empty tears

of love’s soundless

throbbing heart’s

last stark

beat.

!

 

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Note: The Path to Consciousness Series

Falling Through the Clouds

Several thoughts enter one’s mind while falling through the clouds
It, without doubt, gives a singular perception of life
Reality rising nearer, your focus sharpening

The knowledge of being without a parachute, there, lurking
After awhile, the inevitable is accepted
With the enjoyment of the passing clouds and splendid view

The clouds of financial worth and personal possessions
Social status, career accomplishment, and self-esteem
Loves, family, friends, and vitally important contacts

When the ride down lastly comes to its termination
The meaninglessness of those passing clouds
Suddenly becomes glaringly obvious to us all

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Weird Town

 

Ever come down here to weird town?

We would love to have you for a, permanent visit

Take in some of our long winded pundits

Or enjoy a nice put down from our elitist citizenry

We’ll serve you fine coffee and salmon sandwiches

While convincing you, the goal is to try and be just like us

Let us steer you into the sure path of the mindless consumer

We'll teach you fear and to live safety, with your head in the sand

Soon, the country, America, is going be fixed, permanently

Battling the forces of evil, is what makes us feel so grand

Brainwashing your children to depend only upon us

We want our lies to be their, everlasting faith

To feed on their endless greed and attention needs

It makes us wealthy, self important, and unquestionably sane

Long after our untimely deaths, we'll always leave a mark

Our legacy is our people, forever unconsciously enslaved

So come on down to weird town, legal or illegal

We’re here to serve every need, and make your dreams

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012