THE NAKEDNESS OF TRUTH

everywhere i go,
you know
me.
talking to you,
and below
you,
slowly-
spring flows into summer
inside, out and under
this waterfall.

sat drying, on slabs of linen rocks,
splashing coloured words, that fall
like pointillated dots
on cast off oppositions:
in those hats and shoes and basket of flowers,
we change positions-
and in the gap, where nature and culture impose like towers,
self artifice is dressed-
but the nakedness
of truth is ours.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 26th April, 2010.


Strider Marcus Jones Adventurous - 14 years, 8 months, 1 day ago

MONACLE

remote ramblings,
stepped and spoken;
like gamblings
that bloomed-
only to be broken,
wandered
and roomed,
waited on quiet landings
like squandered perfume-
left open.

marxist marches.
mithril kisses under gothic arches-
role playing elf and cleric
in cold caves removed from Berek
the Halfhand's chronicle,
seem mesmeric-
when seen through monacle.

but the other eye looks back too,
inside this rhapsody with you;
and the light-
switched off.
switched on.
off,
and on,
loving day and night-
through prose phases
and shared phrases
of captured sun and moon-
like mellow yellow, stroking white witches broom;

knows nature's laws
has moods
and flaws
in her quietudes-
that reason cause,
and fathom clues.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 8th December, 2009.


Strider Marcus Jones Adventurous - 15 years, 4 days ago

MAVERICKS

you taste of cinnamon and fish
when you wish
to be romantic-
and the ciphers of our thoughts
make ringlets with their noughts
immersed in magic-
like mithril mail around me
stove dark forest, pink flesh sea
touchings tantric-
make reality and myths
converge in elven riffs
of music, so we dance it-
symbols to the scenes
of conflict, mavericks in dreams
that now sit-
listening to these pots and kettles
blackening on the fire
of rhetoric and murderous mettles-
before we both retire
to our own script.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 9th September, 2009.

Strider Marcus Jones Adventurous - 15 years, 4 days ago

BLUSHING VINEYARDS

when i magnify my own imagination
to the subtle calibration
of your thoughts, each intonation
moves our house of cards
into blushing vineyards.

from the terracotta veranda,
through its arch of flowers trailing old propaganda,
i don't view God and Fate, or Them
in the same way again.

we give and grow out of bartered bygones
into kings and queens of hearts and diamonds;
searching for a place to fit
outside this caricature of mind, mouth and mit-

so we stay, walking or sat
in every laughing moment, doing this or that-
now and into other times
for as long as these grapes come back
onto our vines.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 18th September, 2009.

Strider Marcus Jones Adventurous - 15 years, 4 days ago

I FOLLOW YOU INTO NIGHT

i sense you in summer wind
and try to redefine the Other ring
that binds us
in this tormenting
show of come and go
that minds us.

in the sentence of a sound
i hear your pain
then turn it's fate around
to break the blame
mending happenings
and broken strings.

footfalls confide
in shadows that duet in our divide
on a bridge where dark persuasions swallow light
i follow you into night
through corridors uncurtained dreams
in tapestries and surreal scenes.

that corrugated face of time
marks motions set to mime-
on the balcony of fate he leant
where rites and runes evoked her scent-
to hear the music in her ways
smile and quicken upon his gaze.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 26th October, 2009.


Strider Marcus Jones Adventurous - 15 years, 4 days ago