Food of Gods

The Milky Way is millions of pastures
Earth is one of many being tended
We’re but cattle living for our masters
Our purpose we haven’t comprehended

Bred and manipulated our species
From the beginning our own DNA
Altered to create an alien series
For food and labor, then taken away

They created our religious belief
They’re our Gods and Demons, our nightly spook
A type of monkey we were, with no grief
Now, when you state this faith, you’re labeled kook

They enabled us to create our fate
But we’re the food of Gods, make no mistake

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Note: The In to the Weird Series

The Mirror

Looking at my wrinkled face in the mirror each day, I laugh
The idea of worrying about when my time on earth ends
It really is comical to me, in a sad kinda way

At my present age, I've outlived both my father and sister
Twenty years past dad and fifteen past my little sis
So, every day I wake up, is just plain gravy to me

I'd worry 'bout being successful until I succeeded
And then continue to become extremely bored with it all
Acquiring a collection of the things thought, so important

They'd filled my life, all there, beautifully mounted and displayed
As soon as one was bagged, it was placed and quickly forgotten
All safely surrounded, by home and beautiful lush gardens

Now, I spend my time in the deepest of thought, wondering why
My day requires a kiss from wife and pat on the dog's head
I work to stay busy, watching coworkers trapped in the game

I turn my head and look in the mirror at my graying head
I smile, listening to the sound of breakfast in the kitchen

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Note: The Path to Consciousness Series

Love

I was just thinking, while sitting here looking at you
You know what I really believed about my life?

I would smile about how it, really meant nothing
And how I'd found out, it was all just a big scam

My grandpa said, boy, always be true to yourself
To me, that meant, not showing people all my cards

Trusting someone, I thought, left you on the short end
From that time on, I'd never once let my guard down

Mainly, to never let people know, I could love
Cause I just couldn't stand, being hurt anymore

The few times I'd ever come out on top at all
Was when I'd pretend, to be something I wasn't

Life was another chess move, on the board of me
In a one man game, that didn't include a soul

Then one fine day, you climbed on the back of my bike

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Note: The In the Wind Series