Venid, y no temáis; aquí, tendréis paz. El cielo azul os protege, Lleno de nubes, viento, pájaros, recuerdos pasados del sol. Venid; Las nubes se llenan de agua, Agua que cae, besa los labios dulces y, con tiempo, nutre la tierra. Venid; Los pájaros volan en el viento blanco, Gaviotas gritan, la brisa os mueve – titubean las flores. Venid; Aquí, cada uno crece bien; Cada pesadillo desaparece; Cada dolor se olvida en el viento; Cada recuerdo muere en la luz del cielo azul. ...

Imposing edifices rise . . . The ground around me starts to crack The grass erupts in waves of earth The tarmacadam shimmers, black These buildings 'round me reach so high They seem to kiss the very sun They rattle loudly in the wind They shive, shake, they come undone The glass at once begins to fall These shards, obsidian and blue I dart from side to side in fear They're separating me from you The jaws of hell gape open wide They move to st...

Leaves of azure brush my lips Clock is ticking back the time Flakes of ashes cover me Reason wavers through the rhyme Luminescence frightens me I feel safer in the dark First my skin begins to sting This pain leaves its wicked mark First the light devours my eyes It burns deep into my soul My heart palpitates again I'm consumed, I'm burning whole I've become a phantom, flayed Like a creature in the light Darkness dissipates, divides In the face of failing night Will y...

For my submission for the first writing challenge for the JU Writer's Club, I finished a surrealist story that I've been working on for weeks. I will post the surrealism story later this morning, I'm putting the finishing touches on it right now, but this poem serves as a preamble to the story. Read this, and then (when the other is up) read the story. It won't make sense, but it's surrealism - it's not supposed to. --------------------------------------------------------------------...

The thunder cracks, the rain descends The gulls conspire across the wind This savage strength can make me cringe My neck-hairs start to stand on end I squint my eyes against the flash The lightning sears the woods in white Yet just as quickly night returns My florid fear begins to grow Until I look at you Until I see your face Until I realize That you are by my side For I know that you are everything We run and frolick in the cold We laugh our dangers in the face We rev...

Writhing, twisting, contorted and pretzeled accordioned into my pigeonhole. Once upon a time I was a man - now I'm a hollow shell, a quiet memory of "what's-his-name" and "who's his face" - I changed to try and find myself but lost my identity. I fit the mold (my pigeonhole) because, in the end, I'm not present - only remembered. © 2006 Braeden Jones

Mist If I had decided to escape your twisted love I could've avoided a lot of this pain I can see the sparrows, the dew, and the sun! If you speak to me, I will shut you out of my heart Because I'm tired of those looks you give me; I'm fed up with the sound of your voice I can see the sparrows, the dew, and the sun! I feel blinded by the mist of confusion I'm fascinated by the clear sky - I've lost all reasoning! Dammit! I can see the sparrows, the dew, and the sun! -...

Si hubiera decidido escaparme de tu amor Yo pudiera recibido un montón menos dolor Puedo ver las golondrinas, el rocío y el sol Si acaso tú me hablas, cerraré mi corazón Porque me cansan tus miradas . . . llego harto de este son Puedo ver las golondrinas, el rocío y el sol Siento ciego en la niebla de esta tonta confusión El claro cielo me fascina - ya he perdido la razón ¡Qué perdición! Puedo ver las golondrinas, el rocío y el sol © 2006 Braeden Jones

I look across the verdant field The sky, completely overcast It seems to mirror perfectly The way I used to feel Tumultuous, twisted painfully The thoughts of just what could have been The memory of your lovely face Is all I've left that's real The lightning comes, it strikes the ground And throws its sparks across the field The grass, once green, now coppers from The licking, burnin...

Last night I was pensive. I thought a lot about my relationship with God, and how I've felt his hand in my life. This week has been a rollercoaster of emotion, but I'm finally back to normal - business as usual. SC is kickin' still. But after all this thought, I was browsing the internet and stumbled upon one of my poems I had written back in 2002, had posted on an old blogger site, and hadn't thought of since. But for some reason, it struck a chord, and I thought I'd share it. The sk...