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Curtis Jones Poem
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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Curtis Jones Poem
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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Curtis Jones Poem
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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