Detroit Jones: XPoetix Continues….

Greetings again ya'all….

Here are a couple more poems I wrote this spring/summer.

Hope you enjoy them….

Penance

From day unto dusk,
dusk unto dawn;
minutes as hours,
slip slowly ever on.

Rare moments of rest,
as inner peace ebbs away.
Hours of echoes,
to bombard my days.

Simple seconds of silence,
until it's sudden shatter;
in this chasm of chaos,
between the clatter & chatter.

I wonder why I,
wax & wane unto waste;
as I long in my heart,
for some freedom to taste.

Hours meet hours,
Greeting cruel hands of time;
to move on ever past me,
this price for my crime.

From dusk unto day,
slipping slowly ever on;
these hours of minutes,
from dusk again unto dawn.

c.2014 MVLT/Detroit Jones

X.

X marks the spot,
of yet another day.
Another 1440 of memory,
slips & slides on away.

Never will I forget,
How these memories were spent.
As each & every second;
slowly came & slowly went.

X. marks the spot,
the calendric revolutions;
Passing day after day,
of cathartic resolutions.

5 x 5 = 25.
Then add 5, maybe 6 more.
Figures drawn upon the wall;
leading onward toward the door.

X. marks the spot;
where so much was lost.
As lonely hours slip on by.
Long nights turned & tossed.

I dream of dreams,
that I once would dream;
yet now they aren't so real,
as they so used to seem.

X. marks the spot,
of what slip & slid away;
the 1440 of memory,
of another passing day…

c2014 MVLT/Detroit Jones

ARENA

The sun shines bright, & falls
inside the sacred square.
As footprints fall in circles;
miles & miles, leading to nowhere.

Collisions of conversations pass,
pieces of memories & reveries;
Souls wandering in unison,
Speaking of dreams yet to be.

No secret space or hiding place;
every eye sees every eye.
Wondering which lie is true,
as another tale stumbles by.

Though each tale may differ,
it's originator looks the same;
As each one & all of these,
bears a number for his name.

We are emperors of nothing,
amid this concrete & steel.
Once we ruled as titans,
Gladiators of something real.

Our oaths sworn & sacred,
like those upon's Life's subpoena;
as we walk the sacred square,
Leaving our mark in this arena.

c.2014 MVLT/Detroit Jones

A lil sumthin' for those, like me; with the jailhouse blues.

Moving right along….

TIME

Time…
The Measurement of moments,
treading upon this mortal coil.
The tragedies of travesties,
of ever tilling the emotional soil.
The Reminders of remainders,
of life's temptations & love's toil.

Time…
This friend, yet, foe alike,
an enemy we fight to defeat..
This folly us fools abide,
an ever eternal deceit.
The shaft of a mental mine,
where love & light are lost.
The shadow of a present passed;
with life & liberty as the cost.

TIME…
The Madness of memories,
lost in Love's temptations toil.
The trickery of treachery,
seeds sown in long scorched soil.
The revenge of remembrance,
while trapped upon this mortal coil.
TIME!!!

c.2014 MVLT/Detroit Jones