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Visions Released

Intense Imagery (A Haiku)

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

Restless

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Foolish hearts

Heart to Heart

Returning Hero

Old and New

Words

Shades

Clutch

Going back

The Warrior

Facing reality

In the wind

Loyal soldier

Please Live

Lifespan

Sitting

Living machine

Revolution in Bloom

Morning Candle

Welcome Jack

Shadows of December

Unholy Love

Frozen Retreat

Sacred Crone

A Silent Knowing

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk

Yes, Leonard...It's Math Again Tonight

Winds of time

The Power

What

Hungry for life

Autumn

All men

Man with no name

The face at the bar

Questions

Young girl

To the sea

Mountain Morning Lakeside Fishing

Dragged

I'm Strong Enough to Thank You

Every Step

Whatever!

Carpe Diem

JOEL

A mon fils

TO SARA

GrAttitude

Senses

Crisp and Clear

For everyone and no one

Random Joy

Redemption

 

Unholy Love




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It was born innocent.

Its first steps were of
passion,
as if passion were all
there is:

God was passion, the earth was
passion; I ate and drank the
blessed insanity,
the inspired madness.

Where are you now,
killer angel?
You fed me in the shadows,
now you starve me in
the light of day.

See my hunger crawling
on this petal-soft moment,
watch the trees sink into
darkness I carved from a
glacier,

just more darkness I added to
the world.

Love, as we define it, is
somewhere, shape-shifted,
playing games,
probably crossed
over into the spirit lands
by now.

I thought I saw it tangled up
in sobbing leaves and choking
light as I stumble
over the last
of heaven on my way
to a lovers' hell.

Water dreaming of fossilized sky . . .
the soul watches
from behind the pain.
It quarrels with
the fire within,
arguing its case for beauty.

Even beauty babbles
since I crashed
into your world
and you,
into mine.

Listen if you can, soul
falling fast:

night is a dragon after dark
but it sheds its scales
the moment the
spirit's eyes
open and the mind
can't tell
the difference between
dreams and
a shower of stars.

Still the scaly love clings
to me, a serpent,
sweet dementia,
a jester, a martyr
blessing a death that is
not death,
crowning himself with a
quasar of holiness.

I embrace the destruction,
and love again.

ę Patricia Joan Jones















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