http://slow.writerscafe.org/jezt The original writings of author Jay M. Jones en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036160 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/766025/ A short article about a recent experience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/725645/ Should speak for itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/721378/ The Beginning of A Relationship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/719050/ My grandmothers last night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/703805/ I am asymmetrical. My edges are rough, and mangled by wear and tear. My soul is as coal is. My heart is as earth. Uneven....dis proportionate....unwilling to let the air change me. I am flawed.  I am flawed, and it is beautiful. There is no perfect square. There is no diamond center. There is n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/678409/ If one is to truly reap the hearty yeild of hope, he or she must firstdelve headfirst into the great chasm of desperation.  They must pushthemselves  beyond their limits despite fear, and without compromise.  Adisciplined path is often one that leads full circle back t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/502997/ We’re all O.KJay M. Jones C.N.N and Naima keep his mind company.  Staring into the depths of himself, and the soul of the world. Like a bonfire, like candles lit by torches.  More men in beige spill onto the sand, which is as plentiful as the green sheets of paper that pay for their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/491703/ Sir, I see now how you got where you are at.So clearly. I remember back when I knew nothing...or at least less than I do now.And you sat there with your beer, not quite drunk, but getting there. with nothing to show for all of your struggles.Drunk off two beers, at 15, I use to laugh at yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483586/ Theres light outside still, and hunched over his couch he cuts open a vein to bleed out all that resides within. He thinks, (of course), about it as he scrapes from the bottom of his soul to pull out just a small piece of himself so he can look at it, and make sense of it. Another small piece, he th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483585/ Ah, those true tests of resolve. Life is full of them. They usually come at the most inoppurtune times. The realization that the true journey is now beginning sinks in, as I sit in awe of the musings of Phineas Newborn Jr. Sweet Jazz just calms my soul, and for that it will always be my one true.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483584/ Sitting, quietly, enjoying my coffee, listening. Listening to the conversation at table next to mine. so smart they seem. I sense Ego's blow up and deflate. Party balloons.. Two clowns with helium canisters blowing up party balloons.I think as they talk, and reflect on the words spoken by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483583/ I have come to realize that the truest and purest form of love must be selfless. It is only when we are truly preoccupied with the well being, welfare, and state of being of another that we begin to unravel who we are ourselves, and what we are capable of. I have also come to realize that this is th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483581/ "When you have something to say, the world will not allow you to keep quiet. When you have something to do, the world will not allow you even it's most simple pleasures until you achieve it. When you have something to prove, the world will drag you kicking and screaming to obtain what is yours... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483580/ "Some day's you wake up and everything is crystal clear. The key, at that moment, is trusting your own eyes. The key, at that moment, is to recognize that truth to be indisputable, inevitable, inexorable, and most importantly, yours."JMJ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483579/ The world at large seems to be at a standstill.The silence is violent, and pierces our minds, like the sting of a hornet, angered by children with rocks. A steady downpour of the unknown beats down upon our brows and forces our eyes shut so that we cannot see. We huddle, in mass, under.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483577/ " It is the self made man that pay's the highest price for his autonomy, and the right to his own thoughts and beliefs. The price for the freedom of his mind is often billed at a premium rate. Payments are garnished from his heart, and the penalty for default is the repossesion of his soul. The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483576/ The once empty glass of his mind shatters to the shrill siren call of the temptress. She is passion. The embers of his heart are stoked and heated to tame her. To temper her fickle and fragile curves with the fires of reason, and rational. She Is his fury.He asserts his dominance ove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483575/ heavenly bodies, confound the weary eyes of the journey worn manLike a corpse come to life, or the sun out at nightlike an indoor rainstormIn the wake of what was, and what is, he dares to rise to the challenge..back scabbed, and battered from the lash of reason..to create a litt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483573/ "Feelings are nice, but you can't bank on them. Tears are not currency, and the only promises that should be made are ones you know you can keep, based on what you know about the promisee and yourself. Facts must be gathered in order to make an educated decision, because the older you get...the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483572/ The thing that scares ne the most in this world is imbalance. To teach is admirable, but teaching can take a turn for preaching very suddenly and without notice if one is not careful. To have an appreciation and understanding of money is a quality I think is important. But to love it is dangerous. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483570/ There is a wind trail that blows by your conscience on the way to your convictions. It wreaks of sweet confusion. Life giving confusion. The child like stare into your own personal oblivion, where anything goes. Where anything is safe to try. There is no discipline, nor is there concern. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483569/ There must be something about a good thing. Something that causes us to snap. Even if we say we want a good thing. We'll push it, we'll stretch it out as far as it can go. We'll set fire to it to see if it burns. We'll lean up against it when we're weak, then curse it for being strong e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483567/ "People fear what they cannot control, and attempt to control the things they fear most. It is basic human nature to attempt to lasso the beast before the beast can become a threat. There is no force in nature that can be binded perpetually, so when it is within your power to affect nature... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483566/ The Majority  JMJA grand peril has stricken the minds, and hearts of those born into our age,  as we huddle in great masses around the light of what was done before us….with much less.  As though we are enlightened, we strike keys, and touch screens, and create soun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/483508/ Chapter out of my memoirs. LOL. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/482446/ The Dig Backwards Shovel in hand, you prepare your excursion underground.Back into places you have long forgotten.Back into the dark passages you passed through,on your way to yourself. The cobwebs are aged now, and many.You see feint traces of your footsteps,and follow t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/313873/ I won't lie..this is inspired by one of my favorite writers...Charles Bukowski. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/309378/ The Future... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/308124/  Chapter 2                 Somewhere out there, there is a happy family gathering around the dinner table after a hard day’s work, and a full day of school to enjoy a meal and share the events of the day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/304913/  The North StarChapter 1                The sounds of war.  So infuriating are there howls and screeches.  The sound of a thousand deaths in unison howling like jackals at the blood red moon.  He kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/304911/ Just getting some feedback on this book Idea I have been playing with for a few years. I have recieved very well thought out, and mature feedback about some other things I have written here, so I feel very confident about posting on writerscafe, Than http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/304910/  Waiting on Karma Theres a fine distincion between the me of now, the me of then, and the me of tommorowA fine, fine line, threaded through confussion, and paranoia, creating a heavy coat of fear.It just weighs me down,and as it weighs me down, I wait as I stroll the ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/304725/ Pillar of Salt Turn around, walk away, and don't look back, whatever you do.There is just too much back there.A lifetime of fuckups, remedied by your absence.A lifetime of absenteeism, topped by your failure.say what you will about me,but i am turning around, walking away, and NEV.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/304704/ Stillborne Birthed from a womb, where hatred resides, ripped out, sprayed down, and hung to dry, fixed with a collar, and kept inside, ignorant, and blind, and taken for a ride.out to the pasture where the dead are mourned...wishing it came into this world stillborne..  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/304343/ Flag For a Chessboard  They scream, unheard like a silent windand in the belly of the copper b***h the people dwell withinvoices of the starving all lying in waitLIke symbols of hope waiting at the pearly gates.Forever shedding tears for the chosen onesthe have nots, the ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/304329/ Unable   He sits there unable, numb even, with  not a wood chip to stoke the embers of himself.   Sitting there wondering if perhaps it might be ok, to feel just for a moment or two again.   The entity of who he was frozen solid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/303321/ A short story about a mans struggle with Duality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/303268/ Brighter, Smarter, a go getter, intelligent, savvy, has good portofllio, many friends, even more acquaintences, descisive, good with money, in excellent health, good to others, kind, angry inside, wiating to breathe out once eyes are turned away, ready to stop sucking in gut, up to elbows in debt, m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/302862/ Cynic....  JMJ.. .. He took his first step to a brighter future. He took his vitamins this morning, and brushed his teeth.  He walked to work. He called his mother. He said good morning to his doorman, He held the door open fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/302861/ View From The BridgeThere's this spot out at Flushing Meadow park I use to sit at, and smoke Newports.Some steps on the otherside of a bridge that connected it to the street, i'd sit there.When things got really bad, I'd sit there, wtih my walkman on,Listening to something, anything, J.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/302860/ Out of The GroundHe is born, in dirt he crawls and crawls, In the dark.He Sees in the distance a speck of light.He Crawls towards the speck of light.He Learns to stand uprightOut of the dark, out of the dirtHe picks his feet off the ground, He floats above groundWeightless, and m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/302858/ Premise for a book Idea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/302813/  Lonely Evening, With Jazz       JMJ         Sitting amongst the great thinkers on my coffee table       as the band plays that sweet jazz from the ster.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/302196/ The Things that are....   The things that you think are, but are not..... The things you believe to be true, but may not be..... The decisions you make based on the things you think are and believe them to be. .... The validity of the things that dri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/302187/ Copper, Iron, and IronyWe're all just f****n' crabs in a barrell.Stopping each other from reaching our goalsobstacles to true freedom.because really, no one is free.No one, and nothing.We catch glimpses of this foreign conceptfrom movies,and T.V. Books, and magezines."Freed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/302183/ Consequence(To all the girls I've loved before)It would seem as though it is that time.That time when we get to look back at how crazy things can get.There will come a day, and yes, it will come, when you've spent your last ounce of energy on whomever happnes to be in your bed that nig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/302181/ Veil in the Breezejmj2008©There exists a veil of silence that covers the eyes of the weak, but lifted swiftly off the eyes of those who seek, as we stumble through time, with a hole in our chest, and the preist mutters prayers with his hand up your dress, and the power hungry ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/302179/ Violent Limbojmj2008©Forced into a corner,this violent limbo it finds itself in.Dead space, and silence.Sealed in a vaccum, suspended in its dead memories and shades of red and black violence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/301896/ One Hand On The Cross, and the Other on Your Throatjmj2008©Bring to us your cold and hunrgy, your tired, and beaten down, we'll patch you right upBring to us your weary, and deceived, we'll show you truth beyond measureBring to us your alone, and we'll give you throngs of hands .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jezt/301891/