Lust And Loved
How often do we let infatuation be confused as love? How often do we let lust over shadow us and confuse it with love?
What is love? Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more.
Category: Poetry
All the poems written by G.jones
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The Painting
Art speaks to us in so many forms. Love speaks to us in so many forms.
Which one do we listen to more?
Golden Fox Off Dufferin Street.
What do you use to escape the daunting weight of the stress you carry? Video, music, write?
Before I Close My Eyes
Have you ever had a dream that was so real you would swear it was deja vu? I dreamt that I prayed for world peace and it happened. What are you praying for?
Imagining Everything
Find yourself in lost thoughts.
My First Love Letter To You
When you are leaving on a short trip, and you want to let someone know how much they mean to you, be sure to leave them this message.
What Are We Suppose To Do?
A moment of silence and you actually get bombarded with the noise of a million different anthems. Which one suits your mood?
Self Love Is Affirmation This Is Who You Are
When you are caught up in the moment and life throws more at you than you can handle, know that you can handle it, that’s why it is happening to you. take it in, breathe and learn from it what you need.
A Day With My Ladies.
Finally having a moment with the one I adore makes every breath that I take mean so much more.
Thank you.
Battling Epidural Pains
Remembering the time when the wife was getting ready to give birth to our beautiful child.
What a surreal experience. The several lines of poetry don’t completely sum up the experience but, it does glimpse a moment of anxiety we were a part of.
The Jones Group 