You Darkness

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“You darkness, that I come from,
I love you more than all the fires
that fence in the world,”

Here I am
So open for you
Do you love my wounds?
The light belongs to the carefree
So I cloak myself in darkness
And the stars burn bright for me
The night is my lover
And oh, he loves me well
Tear the wraps
And I’ll let you see
Pull away flesh
Unlock my ribcage
And there it is
My heart lying bare
Just leave the thorn please
Its press reminds me to live
I’m afraid, at its removal
I’d do nothing but bleed
And drown the world
With this life it traps inside.
-LM Jones
(Quote: Rainer Maria Rilke)

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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

Pieces

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If they ask you about me,
Tell them
“She was the only girl
Who loved me with honesty,
And I broke her.”

I have loved you
And all of your pieces
If I could
I would fold them
Within the silk
Of my own flesh

I would carry your tears
Within the wells
Of these open palms
Saving every single
Sadness
And moment of joy

I have loved you
With every aching piece
Of this soul
And my tears, they fall
Lonely
To the ground.
-LM Jones

(Quote: unknown)

I’ll be in the Air

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“I will never
Be a morning person,
For the moon and I
Are much too in love.”

Will the words of our lives
One day enrobe
The stones of our graves?
No.
Our pages will be
The memorials of our lives
Let others pause
Or simply pass us by
Some will take for granted
Our souls laid bare
But I
I’m beckoned by the moon
And I’ll be in the air

-LM Jones
(Quote: Christopher Poindexter)

A Creature of Flight

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“She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped from her pores. The moment she let go, she soared over the stillness like the star she was born to be.”

And I was a creature of flight
Dancer in realms of air
Beloved of clouds and light
Silken feathers, golden and fair

And I was a creature both violent and free
Hurricane breath with tsunami eyes
Daughter of the tempest breeze
Rainbow phoenix in blazing skies

And I was a creature of the stars
Infinitesimal child of night
Pulled along the dust trails of Mars
For all was beautiful within my sight.

-LM Jones
(Quote: RM Drake)

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)

The Riverside

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“Down by the water the riverbed
Somebody calls you somebody says
Swim with the current and float away
Down by the river everyday

Oh my God I see how everything is torn in the river deep
And I don’t know why I go the way
Down by the riverside”

Lovely darkness presses against his window
Gently, silken tendrils float toward him
As he thrashes once…
Twice
Then lightning flashes and
Darkness holds her breath as together
They are pulled into a dream
Or vision
They swirl with the wind
Toys in its palm
Through a veil of midnight

And then…

White skin glistens before his eyes
Darkness walks on ahead
Clothed only with the moonlight
That pools on her glowing skin
And a crown of stars at her brow
Sending glistening sparks
Through long fiery hair

Slowly… she glides
Fingers trailing the rough bark
Of the evergreen trees
Her scent like a mountain breeze
Cool and wild
Sweet and frightening

A sound like thunder is rolling
And crashing ahead
A glance over her shoulder
And their eyes meet
He steps back at the green fire
Inside those eyes
Fire that pierces his core
Knows his depths
And does not find him lacking
“Come with me and witness my rebirth”

Suddenly, the thunder is before them
In the form of massive water falls
That stretch up into the clouds
The water roars as it crashes down
Onto the rocks
And a river rushes from it

Darkness continues forward
Pausing only at his gasp behind her
“No! You will be torn apart!”
The embers of her eyes
Flash to his again
Giving no answer but a small smile
And a slight wave of her fingers
Freezing him in place

With slow reverence she steps
Onto a path of glowing stones
Leading to those monstrous falls
Her arms raised in supplication
He thrashes as her fingers reach
And finally touch the water
Then pauses as her joyful laughter
Rings through him,
And truly begins to watch

Darkness she had been
Beautiful as a Lily
deadly as night shade
He watches as, indeed,
She crumples beneath the rush
Watches as darkness begins to crack
Sundering then melting away

The water is washing
Purifying
Every single dark splotch
That he’d never noticed before now
Never understood that as she moved
Through the world
She took on the darkness of others
Cleansing them
Just as the water now cleansed her

Blinding light erupts
from her open mouth and eyes
Tears stream down his cheeks
At the sight of her brilliance
Ivory wings erupt from the falls
And there’s a piercing cry
As the great white falcon
Leaps into the sky.
-LM Jones