ESCAPED ENERGY IS OUT NOW ON AMAZON!

AFTER MORE THAN A DECADE OF FINE TUNING, JASPER QUINCE (JEFF MEROLA) IS PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THE RELEASE OF ESCAPED ENERGY. IF YOU ENJOY DEEP, RICH, VIVID, AND EMOTIONAL POETRY, OR SHORT STORIES, PURCHASE A COPY ON AMAZON. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO SUPPORT JQ THROUGH HIS JOURNEY, PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD. 

IN THE COMING WEEKS, THE AUTHOR WILL SPEAK ABOUT THE PROCESS AND THE CONTENT WITHIN ESCAPED ENERGY.

JQ THANKS YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT FROM DEEP WITHIN HIS HEART.

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This Job Isn’t Big Enough for the Two of US

(Here is a poem from JQ’s upcoming book of poetry, Escaped Energy, which will be released on Amazon on September 4th, 2020)

Quiet down now, beautiful little bygones.
Your melancholy harmony was your greatest allure.
When I walk away like a cowboy into the sunset, you’ll miss
The point, and that’s something I’ll have to live with.

I’ll throw around words of distaste like boulders,
Looking for the golden ruling, but I’ll never be able to speak my heart.
Down by the water hole, I have reflected more than a man does in a
Lifetime,
And I’ve found just as much, because there is only one answer,

The past is Four Roses on the rocks, and after a few,
I’m drunk in memories, though it’s easiest to forget.
Strangers will gather and help me sing this song,
That digs me deeper, closer to my grave.

The aces of life I laid on the table doubled its value,
But the dealer knew better and rigged the river,
And all that time wishing for the jackpot,
Left me with nothing but kindly banter from the others being played.

Yes, the fear of untimely change can make a man’s paunch ache,
Biting fingernails, sleepless nights, snappy judgment, blind eyes,

Rest assured, everything will be all right.
But first things first, get through the night alive.

Today I’ll ponder mortality; tomorrow I’ll fight it.
And that’s the answer, every time.
Today I’ll drink and toast. Tomorrow I’ll find a new town,
And call it my own, until it’s time for my sunset again.

Impossible, Precious Foresight

Citrine Summers veil the brewing doom,
Hatchets of happiness plug an opened wound.
There’s a king in his castle and he chants my cursed name,
I am his soldier about to fight a battle upon his blessed plain.

By spade and stick, I have hollowed the ground into a hideout,
To save my family from the invasion because I’ve had my doubt,
Call it impossible, precious foresight, a king’s gamble wins or dies in vain,
While the stooges who do the dirty work lose their comrades or their brains.

Sapphire and sweet, his queen stills her heart, though anxious and merry.
Antiquated as royalty can be, she must be just as ready,
Fore if the castle bows as wilts a flower,
Her family will lose their crest and the enemy will assume its power.

When the battle unfolds in war cries, and I have retreated underground.
The enemy’s thunderous stomping, can only mean the end is just around.
If there’s a way out, it’s back to where I began,
Under rule of a new king, as a soldier for whatever he believes in.

It’s a political wheel, spinning fervently to the left then to the right,
When all we need is to be steady. No more fights.
When the fields are lush Emerald from blood soaked from the dead,
Will we finally find the peace or eventually water the ground again?

IX

Those who love will gain love in return.
Those who possess will own nothing they earned.
Where the line stops, I step on over,
And feel the world fall from my shoulders.

I’ve taken my sorrows and turned them to stone,
And built out of them a home, I call my own.
I’ve now made a deal to let the ceiling fall.
I held it up until I couldn’t bear the weight of it all.

Those who wait along the line, will wait through their many lives,
Those who are bold to cross and bear the pain are given a surprise.
Where the courage birthed from, a thousand woes,
And the story begins, a growth from the shadows.

I plan to leave a trail behind,
I plant my seeds to give back to this life,
I will not wait with the others, I will now follow,
And let another life go by that’s hard to swallow.

Through the rubble, a house that once was,
I find my greatest moment, a feeling,
A key to fill the hole in my heart,
I unlock the greatest purpose, to love
Without expecting anything in return,
Even to be loved.