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Maverick Jones Poems
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.
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,
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,
Ice Cold River
Walking down the foggy trail watching the birds fly ahead, you feel comfortable being alone in the forest. If only you really were alone. hiding in the shadows a beast is watching. You follow the trail down to the ice cold river, and start skipping rocks. The beast grows closer keeping just out of your sight. Awaiting for the right moment to strike. You smile up at the pink sky, only letting the beast get in arms reach. The beast lurches grabbing your hair, it pulls you down to the cold ground. Stabbing you with it's knife straight through to your back. It stabs and stabs till you couldn't breath no more. It sliced your throat and watched up take your last breath. It washes its hands and knife in the cold river and tosses you into the rushing water. Watching you sink to the bottom. It walks away searching for another person like you. For the beast of the foggy forest the thrill is only in the kill. It lures in the shadows waiting for another to send to the icy cold bottom of the river.
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.
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.
Rewrite your Story
You can't let people write your story, take back your pen and rewrite the truth. Erase all the people that bring you pain and hate. Rewrite yourself as a strong person not a weak one,
The Ring Master
You're the leader in our circus. She the lion tamer, I the last act.
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.
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,
Country Till I Die
Feeling the wind blowing through my hair, rounding the rivers bends without a care. Seeing a osprey dive into the water, pulling out a fish to slaughter.
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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.
Music is for everyone for from the homeless man kicking a can,
to the rich girl wearing pearls.
Music helps us through hard times,
sometimes pushes us to work harder and start to grime.
Music changes our emotions with one word or one line,
we can go from being on the verge of crying to being happy and fine.
Music is always there for you even when no other is in your corner, ...