John Demon Jones
John Demon Jones Poems
|1.||Lost In The Dark||12/24/2011|
|2.||I Have And I Am||12/24/2011|
|4.||Step After Step||3/16/2012|
|6.||I Was, Now I Am||3/16/2012|
|7.||Those Who Have Died||2/4/2012|
|10.||Love In A World Apart||8/14/2012|
|11.||Running Through The Day||10/14/2012|
|13.||Scarred Up Bastard||8/24/2013|
|15.||Memories In The Wind||4/25/2012|
|17.||Quotes Worth Hearing.||4/24/2012|
|18.||A Dark Past.||12/24/2011|
Comments about John Demon Jones
A pittance in the fountain grants the wish of the good hearted
A single bud of rose
Petals flurished, a deep blood crimson only seen if the moon were upon it
A mess of thorns among a mangled wound
Its result not closely matching such a profound deepness
Not in wound, not in blood
A perfect bud
A perfect gift to the one who gifted her with his presence
Worthy of such a love
She returns to him
Her eagerness stained by parched lips and teary eyes
Letting sadness well up within them and dropp upon the granite stone
On her knees she drops her rose
It tumbles ...
I Have And I Am
I have cut, yet I do not bleed.
I have cried, yet I do not tear.
I have heard, yet I do not listen.
I have slept, yet I do not rest.
I have seen, yet I do not understand.
I have touched, yet I do not feel.
I have taken, yet I do not gain.
I have needed, yet I do not receive.
I have loved, yet I do not lust.