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Lennox Jones Feb 2015
It goes like this:

One day you feel lost. You have strayed from the path, and when you look up you don’t know where you are. But something within pushes you on. So on you go; no reason, no rhyme, and with no real destination in sight.

Farther on you meet someone. A stranger, and for some mysterious reason you feel more connected to this person than anyone else. There is something about them you’ve never encountered before.

In the beginning you arrive early and leave late, wishing you never have to leave at all. You think you know what it is about them that makes you want to be with them all the time. But you don’t, you’ve not yet seen below the surface. Then you see that they are kind, and they are compassionate, they are generous and loving. It’s like they have come to you for some higher purpose; to reveal to you what you fail to see in yourself; like an Angel. You feel that the deepest part of them, is the deepest part of you.
  
The day comes when you know without question why you love them. With them, overtime, you find out what loves is, and what love is not.    

Then one day you realise that the stranger you met, when you strayed from the path, is the destination. You just had to lose yourself to find them so you could create the path together.
To my amazing girl.
Lennox Jones Feb 2015
They used the media to spread their terror, and it worked.

And they used media to spread fear, and hate, and it worked.

Such a vicarious circle.
Lennox Jones Feb 2015
How could I ever have known when we first met it would end up like this.

I remember pulling up at the lights next to car with a guy and girl in it just like us. Except they weren’t talking or laughing at all. They both sat there staring into space, each with a distant look on their face.

“I hope we don’t end up like them,” I said.
“Like what,” you asked.
“Like their love has run out of things to say.”  
“Maybe they’re just waiting for the lights to turn green.”
“Maybe. I guess that’s one way of looking at it.”
Lennox Jones Jan 2015
Just before he died...

****, I should've had crack.
Oh well it's a bit late now.

I'm comin baby... I'm co_
Lennox Jones Jan 2015
Fly
Birds have wings
We have our imagination
Use it and fly.
Lennox Jones Jan 2015
"... and we go to our phones
so we don't have to talk to each other."
Lennox Jones Jan 2015
I will wait for you
under the stars,
in the rain,
on dry desert plains…

I will wait watching the haze
of a date palm mirage,
where promise lies,
taunting.

I’ll wait for you,
no matter what,
no matter how long.

Question is:
Will you wait for me or
will you simply move on?
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