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Lilith Waits

Lilith Waits   



Lilith waits as she surveys, all her brutal yesterdays

She cruelly paved with stepping-stones of broken hearts and human bones.

Her lips turned up at their red corners, she grins at all the huddled mourners

Someone saw her ruby smile, and dared to stop and stay awhile.



They found his corpse; a shriveled husk, draped in red and gloomy dusk.

Cloaked now as a sad lost child, she waits for him by love beguiled.

A tender heart ripe with concerns, the purest man is what she yearns.

His blood so sweet so true so pure, she longs to mingle with manure.



Not life only to devour, but the milk of pity she seeks to sour.

She lingers on the highway shoulders, a poor lost child to all beholders.

Beneath the moon’s pale milk light, a car speeds careless through the night.

She rolls hers eyes, now sad windows, awash in headlights that only shows,



A thin veneer of prepubescence that neatly hides her evil essence.

The moment she came into view, he knew then what he must do.

Without one whit of hesitation, he stopped with opened door of invitation.

Feigning shyness, she pulled away, until she finally heard him say,



“Sweetie where’s folks, your family? Here alone, what an awful place to be.” 

She bowed head to hide her grin, and then politely climbed right in,

Into his heart not just his car, he’d already gone too far.

Had he but known he would have fled, for she was now inside his head.



She slid like honey across the seat, so coy, so innocent so sweet.

A question dangled from his lips, then he saw her shapely hips,

The little girl was not quite there, his question melted in her stare.

Her eyes; bright stars now seemed to burn, as his heart began to yearn,



The ambiance became quite strange, as her visage began to change

Across her shoulders pale and bare, a waterfall of long black hair.

Snuggly cupped and tightly caressed, she, now a woman sleekly dressed

In a garment, black as lies, black as the night’s cloud quilted skies.      



“Don’t stare at me,” She insisted, as he gawked and gently twisted 

In her lies and sick temptations, and all her wicked machinations.

Confused he quickly jerked away, just before he heard her say,

“Oh, I know what you want,  it,s okay, come to me so we can play.”









“What are you, this just can’t be, there’s more to you than what I see!”

She smiled and laid her head upon his chest, “It’s up to you to do the rest,”

She murmured straight into her heart, as she spread her legs apart.

“I’m what you want, I’m what you yearn, let me bite so we can burn.”



His eyes fought back, then down they rolled, he, she thought, she now controlled.

Then she, a child back in his lap, just as he was in her trap,

As little fingers began to clasp, shocked and dismayed he broke her grasp

then slammed her back into her seat, and made his desperate retreat,



Out the door into the night, his heart longed for bright sunlight,

His lust was now a crumbling cinder, as he fled from the pretender.

Running down the road and up a crest, fear pounding in his chest,

Then just beyond the misty rise, a silver glow now blessed his eyes;



A small town not too far away, if he could only make her stay,

Somewhere behind and out of his mind.

Then up ahead he saw her standing, her eyes glowed red, her voice demanding,

“Yield to me you can’t get far“, but as she spoke there came a car,



Racing up right behind her, she turned just in time for it to blind her.

When it struck her slender frame, she disappeared just like a flame

Extinguished by a mighty wind. Truly, this car was a Godsend.

White washed in the blinding light, the car then disappeared from sight.



A picture fluttered from the  skies, he caught it and could not believe his eyes.

The little girl was in his hand, at first he did not understand.

“Lilith waited,” she thought in vain,  the words whispered in his brain.

“For just one man who would not take,  one who’s will she could not break.

Now she’s free from vengeance’s lust, her body can now return to dust.”

Copyright © Curtis Jones | Year Posted 2017



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A Dirt Path

Behind my house a dirt path grows, like a web laced round a rose.
It’s been my friend all my first years, healed my heart and dried my tears.
In canvas shoes, I walked the sky, on that path I learned to fly,
To my hidden inner land, a universe in a grain of sand.

Through the fields into the trees, into a world nobody sees 
A place to run a place to hide, a quiet nest knit deep inside
Where I could stay long as I walk, and to myself connect and talk.
There sort the truth from craft and lies, and watch the eagle as it flies.

Curse and yell my wrath relieve, there I grant myself reprieve
Or lift a stone and peer within, a brand new fantasy begin.
Freedom rises from its dust, alone I walked with whom I trust.
I guess a greedy man am I, to claim the road the fields the sky

To be alone is perfect rest, otherwise; an endless test;
Why are you not like me? Be like me or do not be.
The path; a silent open hand, welcomes me to freedom land.
Down its crease I gladly glide; a seashell on the rolling tide.

There no narrow razor eyes, no ceaseless hammer headed whys,
That pry and pound pull and poke, for no more cause than to provoke,
They tease and pick to pass the time, please take me to my path sublime.
Where silent shadows trail behind, to see what paradise I find.

Copyright © Curtis Jones | Year Posted 2017

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Ariel

Ariel



From my mundane mezzanine I peer into the waning light,

My charcoal heart beats slowly, yearning to ignite



As the sinking sun seeps gold and red upon the wooded crown

I feel as if the last day of my life is slowly winding down



Somehow I know the walls that separate all worlds shimmer and grow weak

When fiery Sol leans down and kisses Terra’s sweet and fertile cheek



A mad man’s quest I tell myself as I watch shadows spread ‘cross the forest floor

And I but a childish man drunk on myth and half -forgotten lore



Was then I saw a flash of white appear and drift up into a leafy bough

A phantom draped in silver mist had crossed the gulf somehow



At once my heart fluttered and flew out like a bird freed from my prison chest

Was then I knew an unseen door had opened to Ariel’s bright unearthly crest



Aflame with childlike glee I leapt from my porch and ran wildly toward the trees

And as I raced a fawn like angel fluttered down, her beauty buckled both my knees



Blue diamond eyes smiling through a shimmering fall of golden sunlit tresses

All my longings hopes and needs her presence so sweetly now addresses



With tilted head and timid smile she glides to me and takes my trembling hand

Then off we fly through burning sky to Ariel to that fabled silver strand

Copyright © Curtis Jones | Year Posted 2017

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Chryslis

Chrysalis



Emerald caverns carved in light, honeycombs of sheer delight

And I, a joyful wonderer be, in this labyrinth of mystery

One mere step through fern and brier, to satiate my soul’s desire

Streaking through the leafy crown, blades of gold slicing down



Rippling patchwork; gold and gray, a living carpet of dark and day

While all around the forest sings, angelic songs on bluebird’s wings

Golden ribbons shimmer through, the leafy dome and my heart too

Passing through daylight’s streams, sailing through my fondest dreams



Near teary eyed I look and see a deeper dream than where I be

Can scarce restrain my flying heart, as where I am more truths impart

Words whispered by the balmy breeze, laced with loving gentle pleas

Whom I wonder shares my dream, who else now plies this mystic stream



“Here I am, come and see,” Her voice a soothing melody.

My pace I quicken I strain to see, whom it is that calls to me

 My heart pounding as I run beneath the foliage splintered sun

My feet leaden blocks of clay, my mind fearing I’ll lose my way



There draped against an ancient tree, her silky form I finally see

Her fingers curl around the trunk, from my flesh my soul has shrunk

A slack balloon inside a glass, she reaches out until I pass

On wings that gently part my skin, my new life I now begin



Something crumples to the ground onto the place my body’s found

Not looking back I ride the light, my wings unfurl and I take flight

Her eyes aglow like golden orbs, her magic love my souls absorbs

Our souls in twined with golden beams as it fulfils our fondest dreams



Our will; bright wisps that surfs the breeze, we come and go just as we please

So now you know from where we birth, how fairies came to be on earth

If you ever hear the call maybe you’re not human after all

See the tear across my spine and dare to want this fate of mine.

Copyright © Curtis Jones | Year Posted 2017


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