Jason E. Hodges's Blog, page 5

In The Beginning

The wolves’ teeth
Are sharp
Ivory daggers
Dripping
With
Bloodlust betrayal
A striking contrast
From what was shown
Yet
Is it really our fault
When we believe
What we are shown?
What we are told?
When we take someone
At their word?
When we become
Pawns or puppets
By lies!
By trickery!
We all see
What we want to see
In the beginning
Until the truth
Sinks its teeth into us!
Somehow
In some strange way
The bitter taste
Of
Truth
Comes as relief
In the form of reality
Painfully pushing us forward
Like fuel in a pist...

Grunts

An old boss of mine
Once told me
“I work to pay you!”
I speculate
If you’ve come from nothing
And
Are struggling to
Make your way in this world
You’ve probably heard
Something similar! 
It seems to be
A favorite saying
Amongst business folks
To the grunts they hire!
Instinctively they sense the ones
Desperate for a paycheck
They know these folks
Will take all the abuse
Dished out to them
With a smile!
I say this with conviction
For
I’ve seen it happen several times
Over the past 30 years!
Not every owner...

This World

This world
Is made by us
Absolutely
Lived by us
No one
But us!
Choices…
What will we choose?
Will we listen to
The all-knowing
Of
The norm?
The average?
Or
Will we listen
To our dreams?
Our hearts?
I say
Listen to our dreams
And
Listen to the dreamers
Listen to the words whispered
By the poets of the past
The poets of today
Take hold of your dreams
They’re speaking to you
And
Only you!
LISTEN TO THEM!!!
So many live
With thoughts and hopes
Of
The next life
Being the grandest
The mind can imagine
Or living with
Fears...

The Sunset Of Helios

I rest now My back against A towering tree Breeze cooling The sweat on my skin Nothing comes easy in this land Of Briars and weeds Thistles and thorns Tangled vines And Cat claws That tear at your flesh But this day of work Is behind me now! As I stand to walk Back home Beneath The sunset of Helios I think to myself Days like today Remind me of my Humble beginnings Refocus my mind On the chessboard of life! For, your opponent, “This World” Is clever and crafty In its moves! You must dod...

Artwork 2002

The Suwannee Walk

A friend and I
Went on a
63 mile hike down
The Suwannee River
We packed our gear
And
Hitched a ride to a place
On that mighty waterway
Called Big Shoals
Not far from the
Georgia line
North East
Of
White Springs Florida
I tried to make my pack
As light as possible
A few canteens of water
Matches
Light weight food 
A raincoat
Because in the dead of winter
Staying dry
When it’s 30 degrees
For hours on end 
Could mean
Not getting hyperthermia!
A hatchet
And
A Swiss Army Knife
Topped off my list...

Artwork 1975

Crosswalk

Waiting on the skate park To dry After A long night of rain Is a good time To write! Down time Is Write Time Most times! Opening my journal My pen starts its flow Of Ink across the page The familiar scratching Of Its tip is always A welcome sound to me   I saw a woman This morning Trying to cross A busy six lane roadway On my way to the park She threw her hands up In frustration When she realized She was stuck in the middle Of The road! Standing on the small curb Of T...

Aggies

Aggie, Aggie, on this day
You roll around
As we play!
Long before video games
Before the internet
Before cellphones
There were games
Of
Marbles AKA Aggies
Played in the sand of school yards
Shot in and out
Of
Circles drawn in the dirt
By little fingers
From
Little hands
Ready to win the next game!
Losing could mean
Fist fights
If the loser didn’t pay up!
Turning over your Aggies
Was always
A hard thing to do
For, Aggies were also currency
Along with
Hand drawn
Ink pen tattoos
Ten cents a pop!
But that’s a whole...

Wasp And Spiders

I watched a wasp today
Dragging a spider
Back to its nest
For dinner
Now that I think of it
It was a dirt dauber
Yes
Definitely
A dirt dauber!
Spiders
Must be a delicacy?
For
That is all I ever
See them
Dragging home!
It’s one hell of a dance
This winged hunter
Does for dinner!
For
One wrong move
And
The wasp could be
On the spider’s menu!
I guess
In one way
Or
Another
We’re all dancing
For the next meal
The real question becomes
How much are you willing
To dance
To survive in this world?
The
Dance with death
Between
T...