Colin F. Jones

THOUGHTS UNEXPRESSED

~ 1 ~

You wear many hats but which one is you,
The red or the purple or maybe the blue.
Do your ethics apply in London and Rome,
But are different in Dallas in Moscow and Scone?
You can ride a white horse, a black one or pink,
But the person doesn’t change, so what do you think?
Are you truthful to self and admit when you err
Or pretend you are perfect that wrongs don’t occur?
It doesn’t matter to me, but it should matter to you,
If you are a gentleman of honour, and one in a few.
You may not care to admit it but you and I know,
We gather our corn from the seeds that we sow.
And thoughts unexpressed that reside in your mind,
Are yours to consider that they are correctly defined.

~ 2 ~

You speak with forked tongue and sit on the fence,
Guided by people who influence your pretence.
You have one-sided views and your horse is unshod,
And the self-portrait you worship is your only God.
You are deceitful to self or your thoughts are confused,
For you cannot accept another man’s views,
For you fancy yourself to be better than they,
That the only things right are whatever you say.
But you are hiding behind a sheet of clear glass
That reveals the snake that lives in the grass.
He who cannot admit when he has done wrong
Cannot question the words of another mans song;
For his argument is hollow his credibility is naught,
Lest he swallow his pride when in error he’s caught.

~ 3 ~

Well you can waste your time trying to ruffle my feathers
If you feel so inclined, to be so spitefully clever
For it will change nothing, and reap you no gain.
More likely will bring you much well deserved pain.
By your own words you’ll be judged, never by mine.
For you don’t favour my interest or valuable time.
And like everyone else I suffer as well,
Though I do not talk much about personal Hell,
And I’ll never be right and I’ll never be pure,
And I couldn’t care less that there isn’t a cure.
There is nothing you can say to make me feel bad,
No insult no spite, all the insults I’ve had
I’ve walked in the shadows and lived in the sun,
And I’ll rot in the ground when life’s over and done.

~ 4 ~

Will we be there in history when the dominant scribe,
With the recourses and contacts and willingness to bribe,
Puts in his personal bid for the pedestal of fame,
To subserve his own ego by promoting his own name?
The foolhardiness of jealousy causes words to be said
Formulated into spite inside the inflated fools head.
Such as “We all of us know that you’re always perfect”
Sarcastic words that lack any element of respect.
“But just every once in a while we do make you human”
Unnecessary comments by an egoist proven.
Such farcical comment is for an audience to impress,
By big noting ones self with a demeaning address,
Seeking transcendence over whom he feels threatened by,
But failing each time without understanding why.