James Jones Poems

An opportunity,
is a seed.
And at a special time
you are given that seed.
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If seeing is believing
Belief is only skin deep
This means that you must see belief in everything you see.
What do you see in me?
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Breaking through my window.
Walking to my bed.
The dark ancestral Spectre.
He'll leave you all for dead.
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I looked once, and never found it,
I knew it was there, but still I looked past it,
Expecting it where I knew it was not.
But life doesn't work as you expect,
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The myopic traveler who wanders the roads
With a lazy pace he always does go
A narrow mind he has in his head
Lascivious looking for some woman to bed
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