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Maverick Jones Poems
Life is perfect sitting on your front porch swing, listening to the mockingbird sing. Then you get one call, that threatens to end it all,
Life is Music
A world without music would not be a happy world, just thinking about it makes me want to hurled. Music keeps the insane people sane, easier to wash away the pain with the rain.
If my shoes could talk
If my shoes could talk they would tell the world how many lonely miles I have walked. If my shoes could talk they would tell how fast I ran away from the bullies at the playground when I was small. If my shoes could talk they could tell everyone about the coldness I received from the road.
The Ring Master
You're the leader in our circus. She the lion tamer, I the last act.
Walking Away Strong
Even when the world whispers 'You can't reach the top.' Hope screams into your ear never stop. People will always say you can't do this or you can't do that, just flip them off and hit them with your wooden bat.
Children of the Night
The moon is full and shining bright, It fills the children with pure delight, so the hunting begins for the children of the night. The air is clear and still,
Where is the Honor?
Large dark clouds gathered on the skyline, time for battle plans to be design. Leaders send there soldiers away to fight the fight, leaving them at which doesn't seem so right.
Train to Nowhere
I feel like I'm stuck, that I'm in a deep rut, and I can't escape no matter what. My chest is tight as the pressure at the bottom of the darkness ocean, my mind is working in slow motion, What is happening to me?
The Men of War
Smoke rising above the battlefield of pure pandemonium, my sword is heavy made of zirconium. Killing my enemy left and right feeling no remorse, they had no chance against our strong forces.
Looking down the long cold lonely road, this is what happens when you break the wolf packs code, they kick ya out of the car leaving you empty and cold, I feel like I was scolded with hot gold.
Power of the waves crashing against the sandy shores, having more power than even before. It's clear blue water hides the darkness below, a billion pounds of pressure ready to blow.
Killer in the Shadows
Running around the house searching for that certain kitchen knife, never been so ready to end a life. Grabbing the closest one I can find, I'm about to be the killer that is so unkind.
I can't stop now, not with all that's running through my head, I can't be expected to go to not crave lead, Its just like Maverick said 'monsters don't sleep under your bed but in your head.' However my monster is clouded words that keep me up at all hours of the night,
Comments about Maverick Jones
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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Life is perfect sitting on your front porch swing,
listening to the mockingbird sing.
Then you get one call,
that threatens to end it all,
you feel like you rammed into a steel wall.
How can everything be fine then go so horribly wrong?
You feel like your in a dream state and you don't belong,
you don't know how to even begin to stay strong.
You start to slip from all reality and no longer grow,
life hit you with a low blow,
you start to believe there is no tomorrow.
You start to hate everything and everyone,
you lock yourself away in ...