Infinite

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“Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes–do you recall?”

Oh! There you are!
Flowing with the night
Under the same star
Burning in our sight

An August harvest moon
Hangs heavy in a gown of coal
As cicadas hum and croon
Their music enfolds me as I stroll

Are you watching the sky?
The universe is a grand show
If I tip forward would I fly?
Fingertips reach, catching the flow

You see what I see
Perhaps you dream the same dream
Of all the lives that we could be
Ah, but things are not as they seem

So, in darkness I lay on still warm earth
Soft grass beneath open palm
A being of infinite worth
I breath, and I am calm.

-LM Jones
(Quote: Rainer Maria Rilke)

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Phoenix Falling

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I am in the mood
To dissolve in the sky.”

I should feel terror as
Gusts of wind
Push against my skin
Hair lashing… stinging
Eyes tearing
Am I falling
Or flying?

No up or down
Nothing at my sides
Then warmth enfolds
Caresses
As I let go
And accept
I belong to the currents

Arms outstretched
Like a comet
Or falling star
My body is ablaze
And yet I remain unconsumed
Laughter echoes
Ringing in my ears

The thrill of freedom
As I curl and sway
Swimming through the air
Nothing can touch me
Nothing could try
I am the Phoenix returned from ashes
And my inferno lights up the sky

Suddenly
It all becomes clear
The earth is rising to me
Still, I feel no fear
As we rush to meet
Which force is stronger
The earth…or me?

Fire meets rock
in an explosion of time
Then…
Eyes open
These eyes are mine
Inside my bed
Safe and sound

Brilliant light streams
Birds chirping
Windchimes ring
I breath deeply
And turn away
I long for falling
And dread the day.
-LM Jones

(Quote; Virginia Woolf)

Love Song

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“How can I keep my soul in me
So that it doesn’t touch your soul?
How can I raise it high enough,
Past you, to other things?

I would like to shelter it,
Among remote lost objects,
In some dark and silent place
That doesn’t resonate when
Your depths resound.

Yet everything that touches us,
Me and you,
Takes us together like a
Violin’s bow.
Which draws one voice out of two
Separate strings.

Upon what instrument
Are we two spanned?
And what musician
Holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song”

What is it that draws me to you?
Did I not notice
That moment you slipped a string
Around my rib?
Just below my breast
and trembling heart
Slowly
You pull me in
Around that curled finger
And just as you graze my skin,
Setting fire to all denial,
Roughly I’m flung to the wind

You didn’t notice the extra string
And so
Slowly
I pull you in
Oh, the symphonies I’ll create
With the strings of passion
Connecting you and I.

-LM Jones
(Quote: Rainer Maria Rilke
Picture: http://www.globalsuitcase.com/DevaSandipa/CelloCircles03.html)

Nostalgia

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“All my life
My heart has sought
A thing I cannot name”

Hello again, old friend
Carrying with you that old ache,
Like a rheumatism

Yes,
I recognize you, unkind familiar,
as you gnaw at my belly.
My throat clenches and my heart quickens.

Longing,
Like a scorching lava
Oozing through my veins.
What is it, this desire that pulls
At platinum threads?

I thrash and scream
And it’s a silent roar
Through my confused mind.

You are never kind enough
to enlighten,
Old friend.

In the barren halls of my thoughts,
One word echos:

Something…
Something…
Something…

What you are just floats,
as always,
on the cusp of consciousness.
You flit out of the reach
Of my groaning attempts at capture.

Yes,
Hello again, old friend.
You cabalistic ghost.
You offer no explanation,
and no comfort.

I’m forever alone with the sense of an unwitnessed miracle,
And a happiness left unfulfilled.

Powerless, I wrap my arms around my aching heart.
The echo comes as a tidal wave,
beating me as it crashes.
And so,
Bruised, bloodied, scarred,
I cling to that one word as an anchor

Something…
Something…
Something…

-LM Jones
(Quote: Hunter S Thompson)

Eternal

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“Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you.
Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you.
And without feet I can make my way to you,
without a mouth I can swear your name.

Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you
with my heart as with a hand.
Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.
And if you consume my brain with fire,
I’ll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.”

A temporary being
Dust in a blink
Yet…
I feel the weight of eternity in my bones
The vast universe in my fingertips
I grasp the sun with stars in my eyes
Even as the heat consumes
It’s a beautiful agony
As it sears away the lies
That harbour in my flesh
Setting fire to dreams beneath
Dreams wrapped around muscles and tendons
All burned away now
Pure white bones
Capsules of eternity
Ground up by solar waves
And released to float
Like stardust across the universe
-LM Jones
(Quote: Rainer Maria Rilke)

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)