Father. Writer. Entrepreneur.

Come a stranger, leave a friend.

POETRY

I hear my coaches

POETRYMichael JonesI hear my coaches in my head They’re alive and they’re not dead Seasons pass Years have fled My body’s wrecked I love my bed Sounds of glory Whistles shrill I sweat, I ache I run that hill I hear my coaches in my head They’re alive and they’re not...

The Tribal Beat

POETRYMichael JonesYour tribal beat It pounds my heart It moves my feet How great Thou Art! Your rhythm felt We move and sway The drum beat flames It fires clay The metal smelts All dross it melts We burn for you Each beat is felt Evil drums They also lure They bait...

I Am Lost

POETRYMichael JonesI feel so lost. Hellbent toward Hell Stumbling, confused I’m lifeless, I’m pale. I desperately search For a reason to live For substance, for meaning Will something not give? Im constantly longing For what? I don’t know. The boat is now lurching...

TRAVEL WITH STRANGERS

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SHATTERED

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