Daniel Peter Jones Poems

My Brain is starving
nourishment low,
No conversation or
exciting tones
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Like a black hole, drinking in its surroundings,
No hesitation or fading hunger,
Endless streams of light swirling to its end
Absorbed in absolute darkness,
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Theres been a rumour hidden here
That truth can spring from eyes,
The soulful look of a tempered girl
I saw beauty when she cried
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To be born like this; Sexually apprehensive
Feelings of shame at others embarrassment
Their tight improper jeans moulded
To pipes of skinny flesh; lumps
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I screamed that I was hallucinating
I was falling from a height
The purple Dragons and Cat head gods
Magnified with Glass my fright,
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Dot to dot, Pictures illuminating
Evolutions creative eye.

Fashions of belief
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You recite emotions
As if practiced and told,
You feel the you within
Imitating the slow
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You sleep; I lie rigid and turn,
Also the books of the page,
Each crimple of folded paper;
Magnifies in volume as the hour burns
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You seem alone, distant
You say I never listen
Hear, or understand
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Its said, in Egyptian texts of past
The Sphinx sits as Leo the lion
The Nile wavers like the Milky way
Do its Pyramids mirror Orion?
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