What art Thou

What art Thou


Art thou

             A convenient Christian

Hiding away

              Away hiding your face

Unknown

              A Christian

When ’tis

              Convenient for thee

Is that

             What ye be

A Christian of convenience

              Hiding

                          Hiding

Lest someone see

                         That you are

A Christian

                   Making the accusation

Do you remain safe

                    No danger brave

To prove

                   That

A very inconvenient

                    Christian ye’ll be!?

© 2010 Vic jones

Good Intentions

Good Intentions

Good intentions put no food on the table

Nor do they put money in the bank

Good intentions do no work

And good intentions save no lives

More often than not

Though many won’t admit

Good intentions lead to bad ends!

© 2012 Vic Jones

The Viper

The Viper


A foolish young miss,

Nurtured a venomous viper,

At her breast,

When one day it did bite,

She exclaimed before she expired,

Why have you treated me so,

Did I not tenderly nourish you,

And protect you,

Indeed did I not hide you in my bosom,

All that is true said the viper,

But to my nature I too must be true,

And away he did slither,

To entice another foolish miss or mister!

© 2011 Vic Jones

FUCKED

Wham bam thank you ma’am,

Fucked up the arse again,

’Tis a new law,

Made in haste,

’Cause it’s an emergency,

Never mind that the old laws aren’t bein’ enforced,

We just gotta pass some more laws,

To make sure all the people are confused,

And so the advent of a tyrant!

© 2010 Vic Jones

Soaring

Soaring


Free

Flying

Going

!

Looking

Learning

Searching

Hearing

?

Finding

Helping

Doing

Keeping….

© 2010 Vic Jones

The Easy Life

Searching

Seeking….

              Always seeking

                            Looking for the easy way

Never wondering why

            Life is tasteless

                      When you don’t earn what you have

When everything is just there

              When you don’t work at all

                            When you always take the easy way

When you won’t accept a challenge

                ’Cause you want everything to be easy

And now what

              You are bored

                           Life is meaningless

© 2010 Vic Jones

The Coward’s Way

Cowardice is easy,

’Til you find,

That trying to stay out of sight,

Just doesn’t work,

’Cause there is always someone,

Who is petty enough,

To take pleasure in your fear,

Sure mice tend to live longer than lions,

But unless all us mice learn to work together,

We’re still just cat food!

© 2010 Vic Jones

Dark Thoughts

Where do you Live?


Is there no room for joy?

No place for laughter?

No easing of care?

Better to never live,

Than have no room to relax,

No place where you can play,

Certainly play is not all of life,

But if you try to eliminate it,

Have you not killed the spirit,

Made dull slavery,

Of all that is done?

Turned duty into a grinding stone,

Made living a short trip to hell,

Where maybe things are better,

’Cause surely with all the people there,

There won’t be a demon to torture just you.

© 2010 Vic Jones

Reasons for Singularity

AIDS

Chlamydia

Gonorrhea

Hepatitis

Herpes

HPV

Mononucleosis

NSU

Pregnancy

Syphilis

Warts!

Some I missed I’m sure!

© 2010 Vic Jones

Anger

Anger


Are you angry?

What is the problem?

Don’t look at the anger,

Nor even what is in front of you now,

Will you look deeply,

And find,

Why you are angry?

Search out your hurt,

Search out your fear,

Face them,

Heal,

And beg forgiveness,

From those you have harmed.

© 2010 Vic Jones

Sanctuary

Sanctuary


Where is it you think of sanctuary?

Do you trust in your money?

What happens when the government prints more money?

Do you trust in your land?

What happens when the government seizes your land?

Do you trust the government?

What happens when evil men bear rule?

Everything on earth will either decay or be subject to theft,

Therefore trust in God.

© 2010 Vic Jones

Writing Poetry

Writing Poetry


Words grumble,

And rumble.

Some tumble,

About in my mind,

A confusing jumble,

Meaning communication,

Ideas,

Or just random noise,

Do I say something,

Or am I just mouthing nonsense,

I know what this is,

And say so now,

Nonsense!

Just words flung,

In random directions,

Prating itself as poetry.

© 2010 Vic Jones

Walking in Fear

Walking in Fear


I walk into the valley of fear,

Ague and trembling beset me,

My knees are as a wind shivered leaf,

My fear knows no bounds,

I drop and hide my face,

Feeling the cold clamp of shackles on my body,

There is no comfort anywhere,

I’ve become a slave!

© 2010 Vic Jones

Quiet as a Mouse

Quiet as a Mouse


If you sit in a corner,

Quiet as a mouse,

’Tis certain no one will notice you,

Yet if that is your desire,

I’ll not say you nay,

Still,

Don’t complain to me,

If you are unnoticed,

When you choose,

To sit quietly in a corner!

© 2010 Vic Jones

Don't Wait up for Me

Don’t Wait up for Me


Oh I’ve gone out to play,

With all the people I call friends,

So no, don’t wait up for me,

I won’t be home tonight,

And maybe even not tomorrow,

’Cause I’ve gone out to play,

In the dark,

Oh no what has happened to me?

Who has captured me?

’Tis that foul monster addiction,

Honey, will you let me in,

Oh no, move over you,

AHHHHHHHHH!

A corpse is found….

© 2010 Vic Jones

Poetry

Poetry


So you expect fluff,

Or words rhyming,

Like bells chiming,

When someone says poetry,

But it isn’t always that way,

For poetry is a mirror,

Upon our soul,

A reflection of both beauty,

And the awe inspiring,

But even that,

Is a poor description of poetry,

Which is the vain attempt,

To capture the flame,

Of passion,

And reduce it to words!

© 2010 Vic Jones

The Bird

The Bird


I watched a crow fly,

It was a beautiful sight,

As it soared,

So free,

I would not have known,

That it was a crow,

But I saw it land,

And so I ask,

Is it not true,

That some things are more beautiful from a distance?

© 2010 Vic Jones

Writer's Block

Writer’s Block


Words like mountains,

Obdurate—obstacles,

Refuse to flow,

Onto the page,

Or in my mind,

So I sit,

And think,

Wondering where yon muse has gone,

And hoping she will return soon!

© 2010 Vic Jones

Solitary Dreams

Solitary Dreams


When alone,

With my imagination,

It is possible to be,

Anything I want to be,

To be with anyone I want to be with,

And then I think,

How can I be good?

And I remember,

That I have to concentrate on being good,

Or more than likely,

I will be bad!

© 2010 Vic Jones

Tomorrow

Tomorrow


Oh you say,

I’ll do it tomorrow,

Why do you think,

That you will have tomorrow,

Don’t you know,

That tomorrow never comes,

You only have today,

If you have something,

That should be done,

Don’t wait,

Do it as soon as you are able,

’Cause you never know,

When you’ll stop having today!

© 2010 Vic Jones