A boy and his dog walking the woods
Both iridescent upon matter
Intrinsically psychedelic
Among the tall grass of their culture
Random doubts and underage heartache
The desperate angst of the unknown
Clusters of thoughts and aimless wisdom
The world collapses behind their heels
Desperate battles with ignorance
Twisted poverty and mad mindsets
Traps of words leave deadly logos
Sea of challenge is their horizon
Copyrights G. Jones 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Forever Thirsting
Always alone, day and night
Wondering why, is their sentence thus
Are they repaying a debt, from some life past
Is their heart so cold and broken, it will never thaw
Will there ever be someone, that returns their love
Or must they always be the giver, never to receive
Until the end of their days, they're seemingly destined to this fate
They ache, a solitude life, forever thirsting an unrequited love
Copyrights G. Jones 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Not Calculated
The western world, has accomplished an illusion
Through a well planned deception, we've all been entranced
Sealed in hard cocoons, of self imposed ignorance
A statue in a media created stare
Like cattle existing in states of controlled angst
Who abide on inwardly concocted pastures
Strangely, something not calculated has occurred
Arrogant manipulators have over reached
A new awakening has begun, from the dream
The old bait of addiction can no longer hold
Only the shallow and weak will remain entranced
A great parting of the global herd is beginning
© Copyrights G. Jones 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
The Veil
As my mind's eye hovers on high
I see a tired and sickly self
At my solitary station
Gazing into an inky eve
Tis often I’ll observe this way
As a constant reminder rote
The illusion of the man
Trifling away his precious time
The biddable well-trained servant
Earning his bi-weekly stipend
Just to be benignly returned
The price for very existence
Forever grateful to have lived
A portion my time allotted
Free from the tricksters of bondage
The veil placed at birth now lifted© Copyrights G. Jones 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
The Spiritual
It is believed
There is a period
Of the wandering soul
Between life and rebirth
Said to last forty-nine days
During this time
We must learn to detach
Separate, from the material world
And review the lessons we have learned
Crying, while morning
Confuses and distracts the dead
Troubles them, and delays their passing
The living should clear the wanderer's path
The dead must allow, the elements
That once supported them in their life
Earth, water, fire, and wind, to collapse
Then, one is free to enter the final element
The Spiritual
© Copyrights G. Jones 2012
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Time Lines
Sitting in the dark, while her sleeping children dream
Lighting another cigarette, sipping her wine
Her social life, is a time line of funny quotes
Awaiting the response, of her virtual friends
The chance to share, a few brief and vague sentences
The endless echo, of a sharp, deep loneliness
Now shutters, her once innocent and carefree heart
The business of survival, occupies her mind
In real life, there’s just not enough time to be she
Between being mom and dad, to her two children
Working full time, cooking the occasional meal
She smiles sadly, standing in the darkened doorway
Watching her children, both still, silently breathing
Her son, looking so much like his father, enough
Hours later, the radio awakens her day
The dog and her laptop the only company
Upon the glowing screen, her time line’s last entry
Out of wine, nighty night :-)
© Copyrights G. Jones 2012
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