Ferris E Jones is an award-winning, internationally published poet and screenwriter living in Manchester Connecticut. His work has appeared in both print and online magazines including as the featured poet for Creative Talents Unleashed. Other magazines include: Dreich, Glo Mag, Piker Press, Se La Vie Writers Journal, Write on Magazine, Outlaw Poetry, Degenerate Literature 17, Tuck Magazine, The Literary Hatchet, Warriors with Wings, In Between Hangovers, and many other literary publications. He is the recipient of two grants from the Nevada Arts Council and the Editor/Publisher of Nevada Poets 2009. Ferris has twice received honorable mention awards from Writers Digest annual screenwriting contest. He is also the Author / Editor of nine poetry collections. You can learn more about Ferris E. Jones by visiting www.inquisitionpoetry.com where each month he features the work of other poets. The goal of this site is to spread the word of poetry throughout the world.

Solitude

Turmoil, rush, and roar,

the quiet of life dies.

No tranquil space for

secrets to hide.

I ask for nothing,

time, be on my side.



No judgements to craft,

for wandering space.

It’s the gem in time

that soars in desire

collecting one’s fate.



There’s depth is sound,

pounding the stillness dead.

Unburdened silence leaks

Into a stillness,

perfect for my head.

Shallow Grave

The dead, in night,

rise to claim

the pale of your glow,

the heat of your soul.



Shadows follow the wicked

ghost, forward steps from Hell,

their hollowed heads, devoid of shame,

demons’ day, their claim to fame.



The pumpkin waves

the flickering smile.

Zombies have spoken,

the soulless have awoken.

Old Jesus

Old, bearded, gray, he walks.

Thorns of ancient walk

still etched, still guide

his eyes.



He approaches,

to gaze upon the sorrow.

He is sacrificed

for the sins of the dead.



An offering is witnessed,

no man shrieks.

A testament is written,

no man speaks.



Behind this rock, 

I stand,

waiting for the cloud

he claims to ride.