The Healing Allure of Nature

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Lying in the emerald grasses
My favorite place to be
Nature whispers as she passes
“Throw off sadness and dance with me”

She carries the scent of water and earth
Trailing silver clouds on her cloak
The birds of the air echo her mirth
Wrapping me with healing as she spoke

The chimes of the clock tower swept over my face
Like the phoenix that I am, I begin to rise
Floating on the wondrous symphony of this place
Ash no more, as I soar through the skies.
-LM Jones
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This is a recomposition of one of my favorite composers Antonio Vivaldi. It’s named Summer but spotify notified me that I always listen to it in the fall. It must speak of Autumn to me. enjoy.

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That Stirring Night

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“She was never crazy
She just didn’t let her heart
Settle in a cage.
For it’s the horrors
In her heart
Which cause the flames in ours.
And she was always willing to burn
For everything she has ever loved.”

You asked
“What are your thoughts”
As I was lying in the grass
I looked upon stars flying in the night
I didn’t answer
For my sacred thoughts are my own
I don’t give them freely
Besides
You’d never understand
The monster
Stirring inside of me
This restless rage
I hide from you
This desire
To be everywhere
Do everything
It oozes
Seeps
From green eyes
And ivory pores
So I watch the stars
And say nothing
As it requires all my strength
To rein myself in
And pack myself nicely inside
The box that better suits you
You won’t see me
You never do.

-LM Jones
(Quote: RM Drake)

Children

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Do you remember those late summer days
When you follwed me through blueberry trees?
You wanted to kiss my blue stained lips
But I slipped from your grasp
Laughed as I skipped
Ready for the chase
I was young enough to fear your need
Still young enough for daydreams
“Will you find me when we’ve grown?”
I asked as we jumped the bales of hay
“I’ll follow you around the world.”
You lied so easily
Do you remember when you finally caught me?
One lazy humid eve
You were pushing me in the swing that hung
From my favorite ancient tree
Then you cupped my burning face
Pushed blonde hair from my eyes
The world in slow motion
As your lips met mine
You took the first kiss
I’m not sure I was ready to give
So I wiped you from my mouth
And pushed away
“Swing me some more” was my command
As head tipped and eyes closed
My hair swept the ground.

-LM Jones
(Quote: Edgar Allen Poe)

One of Their Kind

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“If you ever
Want your soul
To dance in the clouds,
You will at some point
Have to juggle lightning
And taste
The thunder.”

One happy night
I walked down the side street
Of an old southern town
Lined with frosted trees
And a rain began to pelt
I laughed as they ran for shelter
“Come on Leah, get out of the rain!” They called.
Instead I smiled and lifted my face to the sky
I relented to the violent night
And relished the cool dripping of my wet hair
Down the nape of my neck
As it traced a line along my shoulder blades
I lifted chilled fingers to follow the caress
Then the wind and rain said to me
“you’re mine,”
and I agreed
Yes, I am one of their kind.
-LM Jones

(Quote:Christopher poindexter)

You see, I Want a Lot

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You see, I want a lot
Perhaps I want it all:
The darkness of each endless fall,
The shimmering light of each ascent.

So many are alive who don’t seem to care
Casual, easy, they move in the world
As though untouched.

But you take pleasure in the faces
Of those who know they thirst
You cherish those
Who grip you for survival.

You are not dead yet, it’s not too late
To open your depths
By plunging into them
And drink in the life
That reveals itself quietly there.
-Rainer Maria Rilke

As The Willow Lives

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If I lived
As the willow lives
I’d fling golden tresses
Into the wind
And send deep roots
Through all the earth
To touch and embrace
Both love and pain

If I lived
As the willow lives
I’d stretch Moon silvered arms
And pluck the stars
Weaving them with great care
Around each bloom and leaf
And so, adorned with the light
I would wait for you

If I lived
As the willow lives
I’d love you, with a passion
Both deep and high
I’d be your shade and home
Your place of sweet rest
Building great cathedrals of my branches
So that, you, may live in the skies.
LM Jones

(Painting by: DorettaBendalin https://goo.gl/images/DPW51V)

Tumble Down These Walls

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“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.”

Tumble down these walls with me, my dear
Stone by stone, I did place them with care
Protection from monsters I’d learned to fear
Hiding the hurts I could no longer bare

Once, I was a child of light
With red clay stained feet and skinned knees
Twirling in storms, so thrilled by their might
I made my home in the wilds, true friend of the trees

The worn forest paths knew me well
And the limbs of my friends lifted me to the sky
I’d rest in their branches, Cocooned in serenity, like a spell
A soul so light, it could nearly fly

Ah, but life has a way of becoming austere
And the bejeweled flowers turn grey with frost
A laughing golden child learns to fear
And all innocence is lost

And so I built my walls, tall and strong
Without gates through which to pass
My sojourn through solitude grew long
My hands grew soft and my feet forgot the feel of grass

So, tumble down these walls with me, my dear
Let red feet run bright paths through the trees
And have black branches lift us to the stars, past all fear
Come! Let us explore and savor all there is to see!

-LM Jones
Quote: “Mending Wall” by Robert Frost