He'll Never Forget Me

As I walk through these misty rain drenched woods
Whispers of my ancestors haunt this place

Many times, I've passed their burial grounds
Ghosts of deer, rabbit, and squirrels are here

It's their trails that guide my eternal path
Years, I've spent at the base of this old tree

Raindrops pattering the wide leaves, my tune
The flicker of winged creatures catch the eye

Near the running stream, I pretend to drink
A cougar senses my ghostly presense

Once I strolled these paths, a troubled young girl
My confusion, slowly to melt away

I shared these trails with a shy, quiet young man
Our laughs and footsteps, still echo my mind

I remember those fine walks, in my dreams
Now the smell of damp earth, insects, and quiet

I lie beneath the ground now, near our path
I remember the day, he buried me

His secret thoughts, I'd never suspected
The day he raped me, finally killing

Dragging me to my final resting place
Marking me, with a large stone from the stream

I've felt his presence nearby, many times
Paying visits, ensuring, I’m still safe

I now walk these endless paths forever
Because, I know, he'll never forget me


© Copyright G. Jones 2006

Author's Note: The In to the Weird Series

Aerial Love

Two Eagles falling
In aerial intercourse
Before passion's scream

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

Author's Note: The Memory Photograph's Series

The Eye of God

The bright rays of morning sunshine
A lingering crystal shadow
Shimmering like powdered amber
Over a field of stately pines
Presents a tiny sparkling glimpse
Into the ghostly eye of God

© Copyrights G. Jones 2006

Author's Note: The Memory Photographs Series

The Courier

Spinning spokes upon bustling narrow city streets
A two wheeled mouse amid prowling motorized cats
Plays games of timing and finely tuned awareness

Sudden bus stops, springing car doors, and jaywalkers
Each can be found within the dealer’s loaded deck
The sound of his coasting bicycle sings his song

Click...click...click...click.....

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Notes: The Memory Photographs Series

But an Illusion

I 've seen many wondrous images

I've seen people rambling and spouting philosophy
They’re at the pinnacle and on the bare underside

None of that means much in the grand scope of our lives
I’m not looking for rewards and things held in hand
That’s not the highway my soul forever wanders

Tell me mister, what does that mean?

What I’m telling you, my good friend
Is to open your ears to hear
And watch the corner of your eye

It's not our reason for living, my dear brother
To attach ourselves to the material world
We're merely in a transient state of waiting

What surrounds us, is but an illusion

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

The Dragon's Pearl

Traveling from east to west, he looses a toe
Moving from west to east, he will certainly gain
Within his claw he clutches his most sacred pearl
Which his benevolence is dependent upon

Protecting with magical kindness life’s cycle
He, who tries to steal the dragon’s precious white orb
Transforms the protector to slayer by burning
The prize represents last in Pandora’s Box

The sacred pearl is the eternal gift of hope

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

Sharing My Days

We’ve been together so long my sweet friend
Our souls have mingled and they’ve grown far apart
Only to reunite, each to depend

Each year, our insanity increases
Our habits and tendencies isolate
But always renewing all our leases

I know you’re still sleeping as I peck away
My heart is aching at the very thought
Of living without you sharing my days

© Copyright G. Jones 2011