Joey Jones Poems
Seasons Of Love
Our love was a love whispered in the winds of forever
like the rising sun on an eastern horizon
it marked the dawn of our tomorrows.
Then the dogwood trees spread its flower
as if promising a swift end to our winters
then morning birds' began to sing their sonnets
heralding in the spring and all it's blooms
even the fresh blooms of our love.
Then we bathed in the summer's warm radiance
as our two hearts aligned as one
they found a new harmonic beat
in tune with the carefree life under the sun.
Then hand in hand we watched
as nature's ...
Pyres Of Apathy
The timeless predator now lacks for teeth
for I long to embrace its dark caress
fearing not the finality of its kiss
nor the fleeting of my final breath.
Its dominion is now betrayed
for I strip it of its authority
by surrendering to the struggle
and smiling at the coming death.