I know You

Giant moray eels, spring from the hip bones
Snapping at the toes, of swimmers above
She lies here, because you have forgotten
A poor dead girl, that has no voice to hear

Placed thus by you, to calm your troubled soul
She sleeps there below dark disturbed waters
In death, but a bad memory to you
Of your ultimate, young weakest moment

You’re a killer, with the blackest of hearts
A ruined life, that wants some company
Married with children, and a villain, free
To find the next victim, as you well please

I have spotted you, my evil sick friend
Soon, you will meet your long eternal end

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Note: The In the Weird Series

The Secret Tunnel

A secret door
Hidden beneath the falls
Where only elves and fairies enter
It’s said if a human attempts entrée
Their destruction is explicit to follow

One sunny day a young man ventured toward the falls
He laughed and played in the peaceful waters
After time he noticed the door
He passed through the cool falls
Fore it he stood

He pushed softly
It slowly swung open
An endless tunnel beckoning
Upon its rocky walls, fiery torch lights
The ancient stony path, cracked and heavily worn

With cryptic symbols carved upon the cave's bulwark
The warm air smelled of incense, dragon’s blood
He removed his thick crown of thorns
And society’s cloths
He stood naked

Clumsily slow
He began down the path
Leaving behind his guilt and scorn
Whispers came from the tunnel’s dark depths
They constantly reminded him to, “Do no Harm”

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Note: The Path to Consciousness Series

Lament

Crispy morning breeze
Shifting fog below the moon
A lone wolf laments

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Note: The Memory Photographs Series

New Years Resolution Ride

Spin the bullet, click the revolver shut
Thumbing hammer, pulling trigger for the cut

A shadow snap, leaves me another year
Pistol safely locked in case, on my way

Leather, denim, hair tied back, and black boot heel
Hit the bong, straddle the chrome, red, and steel

Music in my head, time to hit the road
Mean furious speed, slow mental download

White micro-dotted visions to unroll
Draining my strength sucking, self doubting soul

Another New Year's resolution ride
One more year, until the pistol will decide

© Copyrights G. Jones 2006


Author's Note: A View From the Wind Series

Mr. Green

Each day, he appears
My friendly green capped grazer
Mallard drake and hen

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

Author's Note: The Memory Photographs Series

The Path

The world has not, a real purpose
It’s to us to discover one

This requires a certain courage
Perhaps more, imagination

Glimpsed, in certain mangled thoughts
Dismissed as crazy, and ignored

Heard in poems, read in sacred texts
Purposed, in angelic message

Ignorance, distorts hearts and minds
Blinding us, in our true desires

Blockading our one clear purpose
And expanding our emotional cravings

Fixating some person or thing
That we imagine will fulfill us

Forgetting, all that is composed
Will decompose, and turn to dust

It’s not us, who decide our path
We merely provide it with direction

Through a world that seems mad
Toward what our spirit knows is right

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Note: The Path to Consciousness Series

Liz

She moved, like a powerful jungle cat
With violet eyes, and coiffed raven hair
Her ruby lips, matching her silken hat
Fleeting the breathless hoards, without a care

Flowing taffeta, and stunning diamond
She ruled, the crimson Hollywood carpet
Perfect skin, of beautifully tanned almond
Luscious figure, men could never forget

Oscars, lined her marble fireplace mantle
No man, could quench her passionate bonfire
No Caesar or Antony, could handle
Her grand legend, will forever inspire

The most beautiful woman, on the globe
She will always wear, Cleopatra’s robe

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Note: The Memory Photographs Series