Unless You Love

Unless you
Can figure out how
To love yourself
And at least
One
Other person
Life as a human
Has no purpose

~G. Jones 2016

Secret Point

Don't forget
When you have
A certain amount of
Insight and understanding
Your point of view
Should be used
With a great amount
Of discretion these days

~G. Jones 2016

What you Have

If you just think about What you already Have in your life You're never poor Or lonely
~G. Jones 2016

Everything Always

Everything I've ever done wrong Always returns to wrong me There are no exceptions No matter how small Or insignificant Always
~G. Jones 2016

Freedom Isn't Free

If you think you're free in this world You'd be mistaken This world is rigged to run on money Try freedom without money

~G. Jones 2016

History

The belief that people should learn from history is foolish History is written by the victor to fulfill agendas Therefore, purposely or not Mostly lies

~G. Jones 2016

I'd Like to Make a Withdrawal

All the gods are created by humans
They gain their power from people 
The trick is to enable oneself
To withdraw that power at will

~G. Jones 2016

The Devil's Agent

At midnight, in the depths of restless sleep

My spirit detects his steady heartbeat

There, at the end of my dead-end street

His walk, a work of the painful labor of time

Occasionally, even stopping to slowly rise

To release a long and heated sigh


By day, out of site on oily stained streets

But on warm sweaty nights, like tonight

He lingers there, within the fog of my dreams

Beneath my mind's smoky street lamp

With his rusty shopping cart filled with my sins

Holding the faded bus pass that is my life


He is singular and oblivious

The madness of a soul gone cold


The Devil came to him one lonely night

And placed him on parole from his private Hell

In return, blinding him to reality


What he'd once thought was love

Was replaced with limitless greed

Moving along the edge of life's now dim streets

He's become immune to love and lives for fear

Craving only the earthly flesh of women

And the simple creations of mere men


To him, the world is all ugly

Its' lost beauty ever his burden

His domain, now fully within Hell's illusion


But, the lofty thunder of his mind still rolls

With high clapping and mindless roars

Sometimes beneath the overpass night

Near a flaming trash barrel stove of drink

Or when watching from his earthly window

While scratching for his daily bread


But tonight he's prowling my mind

As he moves down my life's dirty street

Casting his shadow across my dreams

Twisting and turning tortured thoughts

He picks the pockets of my very soul

The Devil's agent upon my street


~G. Jones 2016

While Dreaming

While dreaming
I keep losing things
Until, I understand
The objects I'm in search of
No longer, or have yet to exist
They are from my past and future
It is then that I realize
Time has vanished
I'm in the spirit world
The past, present, and future
All, now coexist


~G. Jones 2016

The Bug to the Shaman

Sometimes
When I get way down
My eyes at grass level
Watching a lone bug
Make its way along
Past my field of vision
I imagine his world
And his precious life
In that emotional level
I am brought to tears


That's what it's like
In a nutshell
To be a
Shaman


~G. Jones 2016

The Sounds of the Hounds

If I listen hard enough

I can always hear

The hollow howl

Of the baying hounds

Somewhere far back

On my life's trail

And each year

They seem to draw

Just a bit closer

~ G. Jones 2016

Shaman 101

Even the lamest shaman knows that nature loves courage and when you make a commitment, it will assist you on your path.

Shaman 101

~ G. Jones 2016

The Circus

I quit the entire circus

Going on nine years now

I chose to reclaim my mind

From the cultural engineers

Who work tirelessly

To enslave me

~ G. Jones 2016