Mister Jones

Jumble Rumble I Tumble
Turn quickly slipping slower
Tolls of times, eliminating virtue
Tangents clouding destiny

Mis-Matched Made in Heaven
Fitting forms that were made to stand alone
Set apart – Stony –
Still – Set Forth

The journey unfolds forward,
frequently stopping for sight-seeing searches
For fresh sensations…

Clearly Caring Cuts Chords Causing Cacophany…
Diss-Harmony

Turn it around until you are bound to return

TIMING pause HERE

Hold on Mis ____________
Miss Understood

Dischord Dissonance Deep
Touch the Button to Reset

Seeking the floating soul to bounce off of,
In the place of Sound Symphonies

Play it again Jones
Play me for a fool
Play games like you
Play chords

The perfect pitch that prohibited hearing beyond notes
The ones that pulled tales from ships sunk centuries ago
Striking strings to secret fears and foul play

Not my game
I set in motion an abyss
Delving deeper than dark surfaces
And colored appearances

Touching tangible pain in three syllables
Speak now or forever hold your peace…

If I could erase words I would tell another tale
Precedence over punishments enforced in silence…
A presence profoundly felt flowing forth forever