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Adam Jones Dec 2014
A scarlet hue dances and twirls
My blood is heavy as an ocean
The world blurs and begins to swirl
Release me from thy poison

All the earths thorns sharpen at once
Still the golden sun has drowned me
This hypnotic motion in which i lust
The dream lacks serendipity

Sweetest rose with paragon eyes
I have slipped through the aforementioned
Softest skin glows as diamond skies
Ignore the truths in which i question
Adam Jones Dec 2014
My darkened mouth
A cob web cornucopia 
Spiders anxiously await

My heart beats
But droplets on a pond
Beneath the water is swaying

my silent existence
Fluttering by
Like ribbons in the breeze
Adam Jones Dec 2014
Silken air my breath is low
Echoes of footprints in the snow
Shadows drift through misty air
The silence is deafening

Forever in motion
I am forever still
I trip on my esoteric tongue
The mystery ensues

Perceive the process
Flashes framed in place
Outside is in your head
An ocean swirls around you
Adam Jones Dec 2014
Caressing the curves of the earth
I know the world is big
Seeing the many masses squirm
I know that I am small
I watch the time elapse and swirl
I know I am but dust in the wind
I am the breeze that blows insignificant
Ever present and crystal clear
But I am but s puff of smoke
Thinning out to disappear
Adam Jones Dec 2014
Quickly sketching paths in fresh snow when there was no smooth path etched in stone
Sickly I'm sliding with wet shoes on a slippery *****
Whiskey is my only lullaby
Let go of hope the ashen past
You cannot escape your lonely fate
In my fist clenched a ****** t shirt inscribed my aspirations and my apathy
My sullen sleep ridden dreams echoing with such painful screams
I sit feverishly take a dram just one last sip before I slip
Still quietly curdling in the corner when the sun came out
When the flowers did bloom blossoming a sweetened sappy odor
Where can you say lays the man who's hand beholds the golden cup
In the dark forgotten plains
Tending to lambs and pillowy sheep
All the while the wind withered a beast whom the world denied him sleep
Adam Jones Nov 2014
The dark existed before the light ever showed its face.
Adam Jones Nov 2014
I think maybe we were all meant to be miserable.
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