There're so many people who open your eyes
           and show you the craters they see in the skies
Perspectives are jaded when Truth's within reach
  and I have rejected most people who teach
I forfeit the frenzies they feed themselves to
I'd rather go hungry than eat out of you
And even if crazy is all I've become
     My sanity's measured by little to none
I drew my conclusions like everyone else
in anger and envy that put my in hell
The fire was pretty, the darkness the same
             but I want to hear what the light has to say
I cannot be honest if I cannot see
Surrender my soul to the Spirit in me

I am the black rose,
The exotic kind,
The kind that is a beautiful mystery.
The type that stands out on its own,
Because its rare.

I am the black rose,
It reminds me of the thrilling mysteries of the night,
Like the secret behind the stars;
For I am a mystery to begin with,
I am a beautiful, rare, exotic black rose.

                        Jonesy 2016©

I am the green ghost
the ghost itself
Who make the people screamed
Like if it is the real ghost without
Taking you away.

The green ghost trick us
And make us foolish
To be hiding from the ghost
Everywhere we go.

The green ghost loved us
But told all peoples to be gone
When we see him
Just run
Breathe in and out
We will catch him to make him go back
Where he belong.

                     By K-mari ©2016

Let’s get old
and grow bored.

Waste our lives
on a story told.

Grinding days
don’t get greased.

Decaying thoughts
and watching screens...

Live vicariously
Through others dreams.

And watch the attention seekers
in corner store magazines.

Let’s go grey
then pass away…

Sitting in
our favorite stains.

Where we lived slow
and talked about the world...

And watched weather change
And thought,

‘This will be interesting.’

Or how that person once cut off your thought
and you went on about it until your final days.

Ruminating isn't so bad
as we laugh at the things that drive us mad.

Leave behind a legacy
and allow our descendants
the pleasure of doing the same
mundane things.

Work a life
unexplored.

The repetition
of “day and nights” chores...

I forgot to mention
the feelings of love in our lives…

But that’s just fleeting
when everyone dies.

The fiery depths in the ocean of the star above us
burns brightly against a full moon backdrop
looked at by those who were never there...

Aware to care.

A chemistry incomplete.

Eye’s that almost don’t meet,
but comfort in between sheets
burnt at the feet
and imperfect perpendicular
black lines in a photograph
that doesn't quite cross in view...

It’s not what I’m accustomed to…

We are all in pictures that will be forgotten…

At least I can say the same
for the table of the rotten.

Flipping pages…

Complete.

So many memories
left glossy envelopes alone,
forever unknown,
and old
grey scaled
sunny days
on the beach.

A life of smiling retreats
and no one knows a soul,
especially the one whose view
we knew.

And all those looking into the eye
have all died.

No more tears are cried
and I can smile as I flip on past,
knowing where I, one day to,
will be at last.

I want to be the words      that stir you up a certain way
and leave you with the passion that was always yours to stay
I knew you for a moment but my body


wandered off
and with it came the notion I was never yours at all
I wanted to embrace you in a way that no one could
but every time I tried you turned away from where I stood
Today I was a coffin but tomorrow I will be
we haven't     died together, separation holds the key
residing in a city not too far away from you
I've learned to be the keeper of the person I once knew

The blood is running thicker and it rarely ever does
An overflow of omens turned the people into dust
Completely unaware of what was yet to even come
The end was ever closer but so far away for some
I've learned why it is common to forget we are alive
For death will come for all, return to claim a second time
Divided or united we have chosen what to be
together we'll be blinded or together we will see
a human turning purple can be joyous or lament
Can ask to be forgiven or embrace the consequence
We house the tree of knowledge painted every shade of skin
Yet surely we have access to the root of life within
But if we never ask to be created and destroyed
We cannot be the glory thus we settle for the void
And it can enough for those who fight to be their own
A king defining nothing but the self upon the throne