The poetry of Trevor Jones

 

 

 

I forgot my lines

I forgot my lines
I am drifting, crooked and then swaying effortlessly
I forgot my lines again
Removing myself from the structure
Stepping over borders and yet breaking down barriers
I forgot my lines again
Is time and space the only thing one can hold on to?
Or lest we lose the ground beneath our feet
Don't pity me…fit me in
LINE PLEASE!

I'm found again
On the treadmill of life
Robbed by a thief of creativity
Demarcation, role, place, status…
Responsibility
Is this my responsibility?

Have I crossed the line?
Please don't cross out the line
Or one forgets his place
Returning at once to where he is hidden and well trained
But without these lines
Forms the black star that shines!

By:  Trevor Jones

 

Television

Source of my woes
Centre of my eye
Burning brightly magnificent in splendid colour
Fixed, faithful, located and consistent
You are with me, there for me

At my beck and call, yet never…
Never do you shout, scream or hurt
Nor do you give pain, spite or anger
There you sit humble and contented
Finished and complete at the end of your line

Here, I now sit appeased and removed
Even if I am belligerent, volatile or more
There you stay without so much as a sigh

You invade my life, yet I can know none of yours
What you feel
There are no returns to give each other
No exchanges
We both sit
Unforgiving

Was that you talking to me?
Or me talking to you?
Here we are surely
Staring endlessly into each others lives
Without really looking at all

By: Trevor Jones

 

Scrubbing at the sink (?)

Scrubbing, pushing and squeezing hard
Out, out, out
Wretched stains, damned dirt and ugly spots
The lingering foul stench that builds and rots
No room for this work in my mind-frame
But clogged grime how I have made the time
Just to remove you all the same
And this is the pain I must endure
To cleanse my mind maintain something pure

I'm stuck enclosed, here sleeves are rolled
Then antagonise expending vigour tolled
In awe to an aperture appearing on the horizon
Reality and fantasy greet me, now we are colliding

But I can't leave these chores behind
Too much dirt is left for all to find
Disproportionate mess that reveals my greed
Resolve these matters before the next time I feed
Or I won't eat
I can't
I'm tortured by the disgust of what I've done before
The debris of my last indulgence

How can I prepare a new source for my sustenance?
When I don't even prepare for Consequence
Where my kitchen is littered with the remnants of yesterday
I find myself with my feet at the kitchen sink
And that is why today
I cannot move and cannot think
Just scrubbing, pushing and squeezing hard
Out, out damned spot

By: Trevor Jones

 

About Time

It's about watching television
When we're sitting opposite each other on the train
It's about listening to your headphones
When we're waiting for change

It's about passing the salt
When we're admiring their shoes
It's about waiting in the queue for tickets
When we're walking away from that very same event

It's about wincing when the baby screams
When we are observing traffic
It's about turning heads
When we're propping up the bar
And wanting to swot that pesky fly
It's about time someone really took notice

By: Trevor Jones

 

Stars

Welcome to the union of two souls
Too powerful to define
Are these two stars in time
Magnificently spliced
Delicate and fine

So it would hurt to hear
Mention of a day wasted
When in the truth of their light
It is love they have tasted

Colours will change
And the years will age
Familiar becomes strange
And the memory will stain

So set yourselves adrift, become sail and wheel
Once taken to flight both heart and wings
Together complimenting and restoring
Forever, comforting and reassuring.

By: Trevor Jones

 

Teen Time

Teenage years so painful
Staying in fashion will drain you
It's so complicated in every waking moment
Trying to find answers just to hold it
Love is passed around like touch tag
What you lack in application
You can't take back

Still emerging as senile virgin
Hearing:
Excuse me please, I'm still talkin'
Saying:
Nobody listens so I won't care
Disregarding:
To inform them of my welfare
Believing in:
New prophets and messiahs
Thinking:
Go crazy.  To be myself.  Means to hate me?

So where am I now as I convalesce?
Right here in this vessel, one holy mess
Disturbed by a battery o effect
To aspirations, opinions and my regrets

Tears and tantrums until the patience rots
Scared of phantoms we face in our mirrors and spots
Who wants to be a teenager?
I ask you
Who wants to be a teenager?
Right now 

By: Trevor Jones

 

To the girl of my dreams

Flame of my heart
Love in my life
Light in my garden
There you are

So long I have been waiting
So long I have been searching
When the blood runs cold
As the pain gets hard to bear
While the winter rains beat down hard and fast
I am still searching, still waiting

Can there be no other way to grow?
Is there one other way I should know?
Should I know?
Sometimes it is so hard to grow

Heat and humidity concrete my stupidity
How long can we continue to gestate?
This moment in this motion

As long as it may seem
This collaboration continues like a dream
My nightmare revolves around
Trying to understand the theme

Before our fusion in this light
A truth
I am bewildered, jumbled, unclear and mistaken
But on closer inspection I am seeing that after all
You are a rose!

By: Trevor Jones

 

Aunt May

This is a ballad for the good times
Which was every time I spent with you
And also for the special gifts of love
That came from a heart so true

Nina Simone lived with a similar unassuming flair
To touch each soul so passionately in the way that you care
As a guiding light of charity and strength
I am so lucky to have known you and what you meant

From each man, woman and child your comfort is cherished
An inspiration in dark corners, your wisdom will not perish
Even when we are apart you are still shining
With an endless supply of love we can still keep finding

I'll miss the way you can warm a room with a smile
I'll miss the days you gave generous of your time
Aunt May to your memory and affection so strong
Long may it continue to give us the strength to carry on

By: Trevor Jones