Sunday Morning Meditation

Light reflecting upon water
Seabirds gliding about the dock
Heavy clouds hanging in grey shades
Sunday morning meditation

The sound of cool calming raindrops
Soothing my old and troubled soul
I sit and watch the shadowed sea
Trying to ease my boyish heart

A piano and violin
Provide my soundtrack to just think
Pondering some old yesterday
Wondering what tomorrow brings

Copyrights G. Jones 2014

Toe to Heel Will Not Meet

There will come a peculiar day
When the proverbial sound track
Seems to no longer match the play

Twill be a subtle change of beat
Listen carefully, you shall hear
Righteous toe to heel will not meet

Copyrights G. Jones 2014

The Old Rules

The old rules created by the men in powdered wigs worked well to justify genocide, land grabbing, the slave trade, and table manners. But, it's hoped that we're beyond that now.  ~G. Jones

Social Media

Social Media is the false, synthetic universe we create for ourselves, to hide the fact we've chosen the blue pill option, and accepted the consumer slavery of the corporate matrix.  ~G. Jones

The Wagging Tail of the Future

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

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

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