Maverick Jones Poems

Life is perfect sitting on your front porch swing,
listening to the mockingbird sing.
Then you get one call,
that threatens to end it all,
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A world without music would not be a happy world,
just thinking about it makes me want to hurled.
Music keeps the insane people sane,
easier to wash away the pain with the rain.
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If my shoes could talk they would tell the world how many lonely miles I have walked.
If my shoes could talk they would tell how fast I ran away from the bullies at the playground when I was small.
If my shoes could talk they could tell everyone about the coldness I received from the road.
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You're the leader in our circus.
She the lion tamer,
I the last act.
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Even when the world whispers 'You can't reach the top.'
Hope screams into your ear never stop.
People will always say you can't do this or you can't do that,
just flip them off and hit them with your wooden bat.
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The moon is full and shining bright,
It fills the children with pure delight,
so the hunting begins for the children of the night.
The air is clear and still,
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Large dark clouds gathered on the skyline,
time for battle plans to be design.
Leaders send there soldiers away to fight the fight,
leaving them at which doesn't seem so right.
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Walking down the foggy trail watching the birds fly ahead,
you feel comfortable being alone in the forest. If only you really were alone. hiding in the shadows a beast is watching. You follow the trail down to the ice cold river, and start skipping rocks. The beast grows closer keeping just out of your sight. Awaiting for the right moment to strike. You smile up at the pink sky, only letting the beast get in arms reach. The beast lurches grabbing your hair, it pulls you down to the cold ground. Stabbing you with it's knife straight through to your back. It stabs and stabs till you couldn't breath no more. It sliced your throat and watched up take your last breath. It washes its hands and knife in the cold river and tosses you into the rushing water. Watching you sink to the bottom. It walks away searching for another person like you.

For the beast of the foggy forest the thrill is only in the kill. It lures in the shadows waiting for another to send to the icy cold bottom of the river.
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Feeling the wind blowing through my hair,
rounding the rivers bends without a care.
Seeing a osprey dive into the water,
pulling out a fish to slaughter.
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