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Jun 2019 · 43
Times Are Hard
Mark D Jones Jun 2019
times are hard
drinking wine in a sanctuary
times are hard
playing strip poker with nuns
times are hard
living with a psychotic ******
times are hard
living with her psychosis
times are hard
waiting on the dark
times are hard
living in the light
times are hard
wanting to live
times are hard
waiting to die
Jan 2019 · 50
Ravens
Mark D Jones Jan 2019
A ***** dead end
of a forgotten lost street
shuffling my feet,
I looked up and saw ravens
and a thousand lonely tears.
~DOC~
Dec 2018 · 115
Christmas Eve
Mark D Jones Dec 2018
It's a dark day in the city tonight,
no one wants to share a light,
no one wants to keep me from the cold.
Think I'll go down to Old Hillcrest Ridge and sleep underneath the bridge, and listen to my body getting old. It's Christmas Eve.
~DOC~
Sep 2018 · 67
Fall
Mark D Jones Sep 2018
Fall is walking now
bringing the harvest colors
a change is coming
her hair hangs  to her shoulders
shake it loose and let it fall
Mar 2018 · 79
Tourched Singer
Mark D Jones Mar 2018
I feel you in blue
a misty mountain lost cue,
exit the stage left?
Of you singing your heart out?
A torched singer of the blues?
Feb 2018 · 69
Kaleidoscope
Mark D Jones Feb 2018
A kaleidoscope of dreams
down the misty mountain streams,
water flowing like giving birth
Mother Nature knows her earth.
Dec 2017 · 71
A THOUSAND LONELY TEARS
Mark D Jones Dec 2017
A ***** dead end
of a forgotten lost street
shuffling my feet,
I looked up and saw ravens
and a thousand lonely tears.
Dec 2017 · 66
The Scar
Mark D Jones Dec 2017
I may not be a finger on your hand as a counted friend as the old saying goes... But i will say I am a burnt scar on your heart and mind that will never be removed. One can have a finger removed ,,, chopped off but a scar can never be forgotten it is always there a reminder burning in the soul...
Dec 2017 · 97
I SWALLOWED LIFE
Mark D Jones Dec 2017
I swallowed a life
butterflies and demons,
bestowed with the pain
and reflections of myself,
the lost soul of your torture.

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