Details |
Jaspery Jones Poem
I’m tired of the bull. I’m tired of people thinking they’re better than me. I’m tired of having to
talk to myself. I guess my words aren’t clear enough to listen to. I need to be free. My time
is coming. When? I’m tired of waiting. I’m so tired.
There are only four walls, four corners, a ceiling, a floor,
three windows, a table, four chairs and no door.
What! No door. I need to get out of here.
I broke three windows out with three of the chairs.
Outside the window there was nothing there. I was by myself.
I’m glad there were three windows. I have one chair left.
Between sitting, standing, pacing and beaten on the walls.
I came to see, I was lonely. I wasn’t tired at all.
Author: Jaspery Jones
J Two
Date: June 7, 2009
Copyright © Jaspery Jones | Year Posted 2009
|
Details |
Jaspery Jones Poem
When, darkness settles in the heart. Not the darkness that makes you blind. And you can't
see straight. But the darkness that makes you feel that love is not a feeling to be shared of
shown as passion of comfort. But to be used as a four letter word to control or convince a
person to do whatever you want them to do. To use a four letter word to deceive a heart who
doesn't knows the different between love and lust. When that heart is broken, the heart
suffers. A piece of that person dies. That means the love you have in your heart is no more.
But you understand and still can't accept the pain that love is gone. Only then you see what
true love really is. The comfort you have just from laying in someone's arms. The passion
you share with just a simple touch of the lips that makes the heart explode with desire. The
trust which is harder than any steal on earth that could never be broken by words other
people say. But darkness overtakes the heart. The heart refuses to love again. But no heart
can go without love for so long. When you, meet someone that's pure at heart. I mean when
that heart has never been love but used. The two hearts comfort each other. The heart that
is pure becomes tender and full of joy. For long the shell begins to crack and a light shines
through. The shell is like a rock, because the heart has never felt love so it was hard. The
first taste of love breaks the rock and the passion comes out. The darkness that covers the
broken heart starts to fade. The heart doesn’t want to love but the treasure is great. It can
feel what's beyond the light, the comfort, friendship, passion, and trust. Everything the
heart needed a diamond in the rough.
Author: Jaspery Jones Jr.
J Two
Date: January 4, 2006
Copyright © Jaspery Jones | Year Posted 2009
|
Details |
Jaspery Jones Poem
Can you see what I see?
The unknown future, that comes like the wind with powerful gusts. The wind moves, and
changes the soul of man. Like the changes of the desert terrain from the movement of its
sands. The decisions of hills create chapters of mountains that ride the ridges of hearts to the
valley of feelings that can awake the sleeping beast, the volcano’s anger. The words of lava
flow down the valleys ears, turning feelings to ashes, as the mountains foundation cracks
and crumbles from the lava rocks blows. The tears of rain fell from the dark clouded skies
rolling down the ridges of hearts as a river of pain washing away ashes that was once
feelings as the once prideful mountain is reborn into the decisions of hills create chapters of
mountains that ride the ridges of heart to the valley of feelings that can awake the sleeping
beast, the volcano’s anger.
Author: Jaspery Jones Jr.
J Two
Date: June 5, 2009
Copyright © Jaspery Jones | Year Posted 2009
|
Details |
Jaspery Jones Poem
There's a saying, when you love someone, you love all of them no matter what. You bring
them up when they're feeling down. You dry their tears when the river of pain flows from
their eyes. You put your arms around them to be their shield. For most people can't wear
armor for it's too heavy to bear. To see good in a person although, that person doesn’t see it
in their self. Love, love is so strong you'll do for your lover before you do for yourself. The
hardest part about being in love is being in love with someone who's not in love with you. To
tell you what you want to hear and not what they mean. To use you to get what they want
and not what they need. To tell you they will never leave you but they're making plans to be
with someone else. Love, how can we tell what's real?
Author: Jaspery Jones Jr.
J Two
Date: April 21, 2008
Copyright © Jaspery Jones | Year Posted 2009
|
Details |
Jaspery Jones Poem
You finally came home, for there is a casket a love one lay.
Why do we cry when someone we love passes away?
Is it because the way they went and we won't see them the next day?
Or maybe they left to soon and we still have more to say.
For life is a gift, a gift we cannot keep.
For life is ours to live, we cannot choose the way we fall asleep.
For there's a mother who is broken for a son she birth and raise.
And three brothers who stand strong by their mother as two sisters relive their days.
Sometimes there are no words of comfort for a mother or father who loses one of their kids.
Sometimes I feel we take life for granted and we don't take life for what it is.
To love, and cherish every moment that we live,
To be honest, true, unselfish, and willing to give.
To know the difference between rights, wrong, love, and lust.
To know that God Almighty is the only one who can forgive us.
It's time for a change for me and for you.
Don't wait for another love one to go home before you say I Love You.
Author: Jaspery Jones Jr.
J Two
Date: April 24, 2008
Copyright © Jaspery Jones | Year Posted 2009
|