lennox-jones
Writer, poet, word-alchemist doing all I can to turn 26 letters in to gold. / / Lets connect here too. I do a Typewriter Collection and post on my sites below. All written on a 1949, Olivetti Lettera 22 / / https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lennox-Jones/1410117082569554?ref=hl / / http://lennoxj.tumblr.com/ / / https://twitter.com/lennoxdj
do this they will instruct,
and you probably will.
do that they will drill into
the marrow of your bones.
get in line, stop fooling around.
and you probably will.
soon enough you’ll stand
up straight all by yourself.
worse still – spend your whole life
a puppet.
the moment you say, **** it,
i’m reclaiming my soul.
i give myself permission
to do what I want, on my terms,"
that is the day you will
truly be free, and know how
good it feels to walk the earth,
no strings attached.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
sometimes
i go
to bed
at night
and hope
i never
wake up
problem is
when i
feel like
this i
can't get
to sleep
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
the rest are good,
but there's nothing
quite like that first kiss.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
Oh well
That didn’t quite
Go as I expected.
The soul doesn’t grow from what ifs.
It dies.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
Never would I have found you
If I’d never died inside
and buried that person
I used to be.
You would never have
fallen in love with him.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
She rifled through me like a set of old drawers,
clothes strewn all over the bed and floor.
My eyes gouged and thrown there,
my ears pulled off and tossed there,
my skin peeled and slung there,
my head decapitated and kicked there,
my mind bent and twisted right here,
but my heart surgically removed and dumped over there,
at the foot of the door, all alone.
She stomped on it as she walked out.
It bled all over the carpet
and never looked like stopping..
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That was then.
I’ve a new set of drawers now,
beautifully laid out and boy has
she’s got killer green eyes, and the
kind of love that put me back together.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
Crush these tired old bones,
squeeze the sadness from the marrow,
grind to dust the pieces of me
and toss it to the wind…
for I am nothing without you
I would rather be crushed
By the plight of humanity than
succumb to the subservience
of apathy.
Let us be the architects of our flesh,
rebuild the house of our souls.
Let’s create our own fingerprints
so that when you come searching for
me beneath the rubble of humanity
I know which hand to reach for.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
She rifled through me like a set of old drawers,
clothes strewn all over the bed and floor.
My eyes there
My ears there
My skin there
My lungs there
My mind there
My head there
But my heart over there
Away from the rest of me
She stomped on it as she walked out
It bled all over the carpet
And hasn’t stopped since.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
when we discovered
each other i was
so ill equipped.
but could you have ever
imagined that touching
could be so adventurous.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
take this time here and do with it what you will.
spent it ruthlessly with every might of your passion.
walk every street until you’re soles
can bare the burden no more.
you will find your way, worn,
****** footprints on lost pavements
that lead to nowhere, somewhere.
i will wait for as long as it takes,
tend every wound until you
know that every step you took,
every wipe of your brow,
every heave for every elusive breath
was not futile, you were merely
finding your way back home.
my arms are open.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC