Depths

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“And the ocean taught her how to
Drown in all the things bigger than
Herself.
The ocean loved her
And knew everything that made her.
And every time she’d walk to the shore,
She’d smile at the ocean
Because the waves
Told her story.”

I look into the ocean
Feeling it’s depths
Echo
In the corners of my soul

It’s trails
Have been called fathomless
I alone know them well
I walk them often
Over the treacherous
Slopes
Of my own mind

My depths call to yours
Jupiter
Meet me at the shore
Under a cherry blossom tree
I’ll ring you with
A garland of love
And baptize you
In the sea.

-LM Jones
(Quote: RM Drake)
(Image: Rosario Piazza)

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Mad Love

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“You have never
Had to steal my breath
Or take it away,
Somehow
You have always
Managed to convince me
To hand it over
Freely.”

What kind of monster
Is my love for you
That I only feel alive
When its teeth
Are piercing
My heart
What kind of torment
And bliss
Are those moments
When your nails
Score lines
Into my curves
And the sting
Is sweetened
With a kiss.

-LM Jones
(Quote: Tyler knott Gregson)

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)

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)

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)

The Beast (A Villanelle)

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“I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane;
I lost the key, and forgot the gate.
(I only have myself to blame.)

I want to see cracks, your cool surface I’d maim,
So I could pull myself through,
into your world:
I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane.

White flag raised, I give up the game
Scatter the pieces, just leave it to fate
(I only have myself to blame.)

A green fog crept into my brain:
Made its home as it unfurled:
I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane.

I have tried to escape, in vain.
The beast won’t sleep;
he ignores my attempts to sate.
(I only have myself to blame.)

The roles of life
I almost successfully feign,
These bonds, they hold, they sting,
and grate.
I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane.
(I only have myself to blame.)

-LM Jones
(Quote: Sylvia Plath)

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)