Urban Poetry Poets: Nathanial T Jones

Style: Can't claim one I write from my life experiences, heart and imagination

and the gift in a curse that resonates within my burning soul

 

Poems:

Death, Hell and the Grave

 

Death, hell, and the grave,
Rather have love, peace, and happiness
Grown accustomed to interacting with all six…
How?
There are several answers to that question…
And in some form, technically, they are all right
"Technicalities," often stunt the roots of the truth…
That may lead to a distorted perception
Lighting, a wild fire of false realities…
Giving birth to a hope that will never come true
Leading back to a vague assumption
That eventually it will all make sense…
The answer is embedded in a river of mud
To find the truth I must escape the quicksand
And in doing so, not lose focus of my objective
A moment of reflection, exhumes all the lies buried,
I re-live everyone, and I am terrified
For I realize, I am a murderer
Not of life, but something much deeper…
as this juncture I accept the fact that I am a hypocrite…
Suddenly, I break free of the quicksand,
For a spell, I'll bask in love, peace, and happiness
Sadly, it will not be long until I face death, hell, and the grave

 

 

 

Foxtrot

A brisk day at my favorite spot,
across the river the church bell tolls,
Inhale, exhale, mind's clear
I take hit from my bowl
I like it here, especially when
no one else is around
I watch squirrels run on leaves,
making crunchy sounds
Off in the meadow, next to water
my eyes fall on a flock of Geese
Spread over the horizon, a bakers dozen
living together in peace
Abruptly, the alpha rises, sounding off
his neck erect in the air
Rhythmically bobbing up and down
warning the others to beware
Moving as a unit they guard the young
by forming a protective box
Suddenly from out of the bushes
springs a young hungry fox
The Geese hiss during his
attempt to drive them back
They all go into a frenzy,
once the alpha yells to attack
The brave one rushes and is met
by more than a dozen heavy beaks
Too many at once, he yelps for mercy
because he is unable to retreat
Surviving the beating, he finds a hole
happy to escape with his life
I'm shocked they didn't fly away
who knew that Geese could fight
Well better finish this bowl
and get on with my day
Until tonight, when she shuts the door
that will be the wildest thing I'll see today

 

Feast of Love

 

A facade of devotion, started a
nightmare, I assumed to be hope
I'm perched on the edge of the chair
while I stroke the noose on a rope
I am not mad, or am I
my nature paints me obscene
Thought I heard, “I love you”
in her vein wrenching screams
I did not mean to slay her
it was easy, slicing her up
Pressed her locket against my lips
when I took a bath in her blood
After devouring her heart
I took a long sip of cold red wine
Analyzing the miserable existence
I know as life
I despise what I am
only for the memory of who I was
Before she hurt me, I bound
raped, dissected, then consumed love

 

 

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