For all the moments that ended in a bleak of an eye,
For all the deep conversations,
The true feelings
Once vanished
Like a lie.
For the memories,
The music,
The youth,
The enthusiasm that slowly dies.
For you,
For me,
For us together
One day under the same sky.
For the word forever,
Once said from the deepest of the heart.
For the laughters,
The dreams,
And whenever I cried.
For a reason ,
For no reason,
For all the people
That stayed in the heart.
For my father, for my mother,
For my brother, I loved so hard.
And for all those I never forgot.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
Bowie
left town
blasting off
from a
Lafayette
rooftop
his ***
spewing
a rainbow arc
liberally
sprinkling
Gluten-free
golden glitter
onto chichi
Houston Street
bistros
liberating a
fawning glitterati
eager to prance
about a
shanghaied
High Line
for a
NY second
the best dressed
homeless dude
in NoHo
spotted a
Pale Duke
apparition
fluttering over
a posse of
faux
figurine
graffiti
splashed across a
Banksyless wall
tagging the
sunny side
of the finest
neighborhood
car wash
a ghostly
Lou Reed
dressed to the nines
in sleek
Transformer drag
watched
chuckling,
scratching his *****
humming
the final bars of
an Eno
inspired
Perfect Day,
marking odds
when a
long overdue
Iggy Pop
will crash the
Pearly Gate
mosh pits
Ubering
through
the choppy seas
of urban sludge,
lightning bolts
streak down
the sullen faces
of cash strapped
honey dippin
lust for life
hipsters,
luxuriating in
a well nursed
millennial
angst
stew
Fun City's
frenzied
bare footin
Little Monster
darlings
imprisoned
in soulless
high-rises,
still a
quarter shy
from annual
bonus time,
pace
white
stained
minimalist
spaces
indulging
notions
driven
by economic
compulsion
to dial up
flush with cash
fund managers
to seek
margin loans
on their
large positions
in alpha rich
distressed
asset funds
while their
diamond collared
Schnauzers
wait outside
the corner
State News
licking the
oozing sores
encrusting
Lazarus's
feet
Ziggy's
lapping tongue
marks time,
waiting for
the stretchy
panted painted
ladies scoring
Iman's
organic rouge
at a corner
bodega
listening to
a sidewalk
trash can
yelp today's
Daily News
headline
"Major Tom
Myna Hero!"
bekighting the next
15 minute legend
a talking
Myna bird
named
Major Tom
the vigilant
Major
alerted occupants
of a Brooklyn
townhouse of
a furnace leaking
carbon monoxide
when he stopped talking
and dropped dead
a veritable canary
in a coal mine story
a special service
marking
Major Tom's
supreme sacrifice
is planned,
in the spirit of
neighborhood
beatification
the family
implores those
wishing to express
condolences
in lieu of flowers
to please occupy
Prospect Park
to drive out
the rapacious
squeegee men
and feed the
hungry pigeons
Bowie's earthly star
may have gone black
but the ashes of his
disembodied voice
will forever
mark the city
like the
ubiquitous
gray splot
ashes of
pigeon
guano
David Robert Jones
1.8.47 - 1.10.16
Well Done Beloved
God Bless and Godspeed
Music Selections:
David Bowie, Dollar Days
David Bowie, I Can't Give Everything Away
David Bowie, Black Star
Jazz Messengers, Wayne Shorter
Lester Left Town
1.17.16
NYC
jbm
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
All I want
Is to go back
In time
And live
that memory
one more
Time.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
Oh Man,
I can see love burning in your eyes
But I have so much dreams
I cannot love you
Back.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
Oh dear,
Your heart is beating
Under my ears
And you voice disappears
And again,
I feel taken overseas
To a land of dreams
Oh dear,
Do you know how it feels
To find you here
By my side
Everytime I open my eyes
Again.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
Be with me
Always and forever,
And when my flesh
Disappears under
A ground full of roses
You will still remember
My smell.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
*Dreams,
احلام
Rêves,
Sueños,*
I was there,
But you woke me up.
You woke me up to
*Reality ,
الواقع
Réalité,
Realidad,*
You woke me up to
*Cruelty,
القسوة
Cruauté,
Crueldad,*
And I want to sleep
Again.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
In these short dark days
Where the fireplace is ablaze,
I lay with you under the blanket frays
And into your eyes I often gaze
As we break our fast on a donuts glaze,
And in the kitchen we lightly graze,
As I play a little of Martin Gaye's
Songs to which my body sways
With yours on our linoleum.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
*My love,
حبيبي
Mon chéri,
Mi amor,*
Nothing can soothe
*The pain,
الالم
La douleur,
El dolor,*
And nothing can give me
*Hope
الامل
L'éspoir
La esperanza*
Again.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
I found it hard to grieve
but my heart ached with pain
I didn't see your body
beneath the mounds of earth.
I didn't see your ashes
being blown away
by the wind
I found it hard to cope
My state of denial
Been mourning over someone
Who is dead but alive
Its hard knowing
You are breathing still
Some thousand miles away
Cheerfully hugging another
willing soul
My Hello from the other side
Falls on deaf ears naturally
Its cruel
when
The memories are vivid
I Hello you
I Hello you
A million times..........
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC