Headphones Jones

Headphones Jones, stepped to the street
meeting cement and taking the day
his body begins, moving to greet
hands and fingers, making the way
grooving his life, upon two feet
slipping on, through the fray

and he welcomes in the rose
taking moments and realization of his internal eternal,
heating his blood to the measure of depth
sinning only to those who judge the man,

proclaiming who they are not,
hot inside, the man shows what he gots
relinquishing the negative thought

the hands go in and out
sliding sure and showing clout
forcing the mind to think new ways
in order to order nothing
as the more you push the spectrum sides
the more balance is achieving

I working for all
I working for one
the works we choose can make us one
where doing both, makes I selfesque
and the self glides up...

however, the more incomplacent we become
can be a precursor of whats to come
and the scales teener-totter a sinful lust of ish
where the esque is not seen
and the self doesn’t mean, but slides down...

Do I want to be selfesque?
and when will I care how to spell?
Is this life a Quest or a test?
only me can send I to ish hell...

as I once forgot that God was living
and now I know then She didn’t exist
But now She does, and its keen to say
as She wasn’t there past, She’s here today...

In I.

And as Headphones Jones glides on two feet
they show the love inside
he sings electric, come over to greet
as the phones aren’t a place to hide

where the balance lets you know
just where I should go
as She will do all the rest

its very hard to believe in God,
when life seems a test, not a Quest...

In I.

the con is in the conquest
and glistened swallows of whats to follow
dreaming don’t know, of the sun-filled plateau
as the sleep takes over, as the soul does rover
and mourning can bring the beauty of rising force...

In I.

waking I turn, off the bed
to push my self up and up
taking I sit up, to move ahead
then grabbing an orange cup and cup

stretch pull, energy full...

In I.

and after the water, I kiss and hold
to show her sure that she is gold...

walk to go leave my home
I put on, my headphones
about to part, I begin to think
the groove I start, moves I to the brink
of the door...

and take them off and go kiss her some more
cause we deserve it

and then back I wake my day
and slip unto unconscious fray
knowing just what I have to do
its as much for me as it is for you

and as we work together
for the life of whole
love can only take a toll...
if we let it

so you do your thing
and I’ll do mine
and I’ll meet you back here at six, k?
as we’ll be evening out our lives...

and the music fills me up
of Her I’ll drink another cup

I move to groove, and dance the rose
and love the life, I surely chose
and when I walk, I move my bones
as to why they call me, Headphones Jones...



©2000 by Yosh