Poems from Doctor Jones
The rhythm of the soul never changes
Men may change
Seasons may change
Rulers may change
One thing that never changes
is the rhythm
a...
Joyous, angry tears
boom down the face
of the last one whom I once loved
Crack
A branch is snapped
perhaps it is her final sensitive...
Trapped by monetary need and
seeking some relief and
stress is strangling and
I wish I could keep eating
school is expensive
my money...
there are sinister deeds
in the mardi gras beads
all one can view are the seeds
of these venomous deeds
and the one most prominent,
the...
Several Strangers Stood
unknowing of their fate
time, for once, stood still
shattered glass ribcages frozen
Mouths sealed shut run amuck...