Biography of Tsani Jones
I wait for love that does not find me. I survive in the mud to become clean. I die to their nature to find life.
Life is pain... but this experience is what we have chosen, this path is a holy path. She is waiting, she is moving. Closer. Back to my arms, back to our glory, back to a love that has not been seen since Christ.
Pain has a payoff. I would not have ordered the misery in my life without it. It is all a matter of faith. And I believe. I look rough, feel worn, but her love shall be my robe, the jewels in her eyes my crown. And I will be her terrible power, her warmth, her everything.
Life is love... but it must possess you, like a spirit that can never die, an action without regard to consequence, a fuel to propel you.
I will return.
Tsani Jones's Works:
The Goddess Within
Songs of the Exiled King
Transgression Junction (a novel)
Unfinished Business, and other tales of despair
Tsani Jones Poems
It was the taste Of salt water on those Soft pillow lips that reminded Him of making love to her on the beach...
You Are Not The Poet
You can never utter the lines I do. Never speak the stanzas I So desperately want to hear...
I dare you. Tell me the earth does not Spin on an axis of our love.
When The Bough Breaks
Hold tightly, love softly, Kiss me with flames- For when the bough breaks It won't be gentle.
I am the monk of her love, Praying the prayers no others Can hear, Feeling the solace no others
A King's Call To Mercy
My Love! My Direction! Call my name, gently, As the breeze kisses the trees, And I will flow softly,
Melt down, my darling, melt... Let the love from your jewelled heart Flow like a river, down, To the stream where I,
If I had a kiss For every time I hungrily gazed at your lips Time would never end.
For One Certain Lady
Radiance. The heat of the sound Of the vision you are. This is how I see you.
A taste of scotch and heather honey Leads my soul over the meadows, The rocks and streams To hold a weary heart in mine.
A Heart Is The Ultimate Hunter
Love is the web where The heart's prey begs To be consumed...
A Tale Of Strawberries
We shared words of anger Earlier in the day. You replied, 'We'll settle this,
A Modern Veda
Her spirit walks among The stones and skulls As a love Burns in effigy.
Songs Of Trees
I hear them cry Sad songs of Love lost, Dreams splintered,
Le Sauveur De Mon Coeur
She moves through the shadows,
A force unknown.
Her eyes layers of energy
Holding the keys that fit a
Complicated lock of bound passion.
Even in slumber she travels
To the place that none dare
Enter, that sacred room