Colin F. Jones

THOUGHTS

If dumb passion is the fuel for my thought,
Tis not a flame long lasting in my grate.
Nor would my fire be a warm enough resort
To keep cosy the foolish words that I’d relate.
Sometimes with passion heartfelt words I write,
None that may favour you or him or her,
Yet some are moved to a state of fond delight,
Despite what in some others might occur.
Without the vision of the mounted knight,
More eloquent do I find the simple view,
For it matters not to me what’s wrong or right,
Tis all that matters that I see it true.
And if it’s true then by itself it stands,
Without the assistance of applauding hands.

My life in time is breath caught in the wind,
A grain of salt in the briny oceans wide,
As demonstrated by brief history underpinned,
By that which will be obvious when I’ve died.
Of what importance do you think I claim?
Where is the structure that would deem it so?
It was mine at birth therefore I like my name,
More than that I’ve no thought to bestow.
Yet foolish egos with words deformed by pride,
Still vacate their own to occupy my chair,
But fail when finding that I have not lied;
This leading to the frustration of despair.
What more could I be except the “who I am”,
And liking me, I envy no other man.