Innocence and The Ghost

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I dreamt of a little blonde thing
With the ocean in her eyes
I followed and heard her sing
Off key notes drifting in skies

She didn’t seem to care who heard
It was her gift to the trees
Where she perched with the birds
Tangled hair and skinned knees

I watched as if trapped in a slow haze
Her world, so vivid, even at night
In memory it’s all just a daze
Of sweet smelling fields, golden and bright

I watched as she skipped through winding creeks
And bare feet flew over red dirt paths
Outside her kingdom they knew her as meek
Here, even the breeze echoed her laugh

I trailed the sound of her joy
As ethereal as the light on her hair
A moment I’d never destroy
But suddenly she turned and saw me there

Like a mirror in a funhouse, we faced
It was a strange version of herself she viewed
Innocence met tired eyes and lines of sorrow traced
Innocence rejected reality, “I will never be you!”

-LM Jones

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A Jumble of Ribbons

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“She always felt lost
And it was beautiful
Not knowing how
She’d find herself.
For everything she knew
Was a speck of something greater.
And it was just a matter of time
Till all of her made sense”

I’m made of a jumble of bright silk ribbons
And somewhere along the way
A ribbon was snagged
Perhaps it was caught by Jupiter
In the vortex of his violent eye
And so, as I move about life
I slowly unwind
I feel the pieces of me
As they fall, scatter and evade
I hesitate to give chase
I won’t be led backwards
I suppose I’ll have to create new silk threads
In which to house my weary soul
But first, tell me
Was that drink made for me?
Do you remember how I love Gatsby?
-LM Jones
(Quote: R.M. Drake)

Someplace Beautiful

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“Warm me
Like sunlight
And soothe me
Like rain.
Burn me
With passion
And steal away
The pain.”

Spring is peeking around the corner
Can you see her?
There may still be cold days
But we live in the moment,
You and I,
Come Jupiter
And put your hand in mine
I’ll keep you warm
Even when spring is hard to find.
-LM Jones

(Quote: Tyler knott Gregson)

Spring is in the air

Heartlines

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“In Japan
Broken objects
Are often repaired with gold.
The flaw is seen
As a unique piece
Of the object’s history,
Which adds to it’s beauty.
Consider this
When you feel broken.”

How beautiful your flaws are to me
Lovely, the scars cleaved by time
I will line your mistakes with gold,
my love
No need to hide
I adore your golden threads
As they illuminate
What once lay shattered
Taste and savor the perfection
Of every moment
Don’t dwell in what was
Give no thought to what will be
One breath to the next is all we have
Not even that is a promise
And so our mended brokenness
Shall brightly glow
Come darling
Etch your own line of gold
Into the ivory of my skin
Add your own song
To the chorus of my sin.

-LM Jones
(Quote: unknown)

Instinct

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“She always had that about her
That look of otherness,
Of eyes that see things
Much too far
And of thoughts that wander
Off the edge of the world.”

“My instincts are usually right,”
He said.
“What do your instincts say about me?”
She wanted to ask
And didn’t.
She’d prefer to wander,
Alone, in her own musings
Than to risk him seeing her as
another…
brainless follower.

-LM Jones
(Quote: Joanne Harris)

Twilight Journey

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There must be about a
Million ways to let
Yourself be destroyed
But then there is love,
And I think tonight
I am in the mood to break
Apart and let myself
Be consumed by all the
Things I know I would
Never be able to
Recover from.”

I breath you
as I walk dark paths
warm honeysuckle breezes
clothe my bare skin
like no silk would dare to try

to the river I go
trailing fingers over rough pine bark
as I pass
they hum with my caress
and cicadas sing a wedding song
a promise of a happy marriage
Between the summer night
and my blue twilight dreams

I love the night
in all her exciting potential
so I follow the thrum of distant falls
ready for all uncertain gifts
be they good or bad
I will delight.

-LM Jones
(Quote: R. M. Drake)

Do Not Touch Me Softly

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“Never could
I
breath love
If I did not
First learn
To inhale
A little bit
Of chaos”

You don’t understand
My love
That in my mind
Is a restless
Chaotic…
Furious beast

A beast that desires
To be everyone…
Do everything
I must consume the world
Through all my senses
And embrace both pleasure and pain

So do not touch me softly
A light caress
Will send me spinning…
Crashing…into the void
Please, hold me firmly
Bind me with the press
Of your skin to mine.

-LM Jones
(Quote: Christopher Poindexter)