The First Property Sold was the Garden of Eden.......
The Snake Hanging in the Tree full of Fruit...sold the First Subdivision,
As a Real Esssssssssssstate Developer, Slick fork tongued Sales Pitch,
Here have a nice Fruit snack, while we go over Sums and Figures Involved.
Next Time Bring your Husband By,
We can fill Him in on the details, if all else fails.
We can Show him,  the School System,
Filled with Newly Founded Knowledge.
Here in Eden Falls, we are a gaited Community.
Proud of the Fact We are Crime Free.

At first the Residence was a dream,
But as time Passed by things began to fall down
The BBQ grill quit working, Coffee percalator stopped Perking,
And Brown Green Algae Ran Rampant from the,
French Pewter Faucets over Sunken Marble Sinks.
The Aquafer water Shed Clause in the Contract,
Revealed a way to Dump this Site.
But we found S.Atan real Essssstate Deviliment,
Had closed up and ran off in the Night.
Taking off  with all our Cash, Which Commited,
The First Crime in Eden Falls, as Told by God
Its nothing but just glorified Real Esssssstate Fraud
........................................ by JMF 10/2/14

The eradical emphatical
Disolution of the Conclusion
That X to the Zero power equals 1
Chalk Boards full of Chalk Dust
Ensues the theory of this single Interger
And Zero with the Power of 1 in Binary Union
Based Code Creates the Language of
Computer Programming

I wonder if they Have poetry In this Language
or are they just Bots, Boosting Bits Per Second
or Was it Third MicroSoft Word by Bill Gates...
the Thought Passes in a Nanosecond
Trying to get to First with The Big new
4G Electronic Sirens of the economy
that washes up on the Shores of China

Errant Lackey's
Erroniously Labor,
Over Big Boss Butts!
Searching for the
Special Spot to Kiss
As if Lips were
Made for that.....
........JMF 9/29/14

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Everytime I hear No, its always .......MY FAULT
as the Brain drags me down this train of illogic
Anxiety Loops in unending Circles Spun to the Tragic
What can go wrong, then to feel like.......
Life has ***** me, And why is it always my Fault

The FIST FLEW out of Nowhere, Sucker punched
Slow motion falling as a..........
childs head bounces off the ground
Awaking to throbbing Pain,
my Pants around my Knees,
And why is it always my Fault.......JMF  9/28/14

I wrote My first poem at 15 years old, 46 years ago,
Since then My Rhymes Have, Daunted me, Haunted Me,
Pounded and Ground me Down, like a Lexiconographer Hammering out
Words on a steel anvil, and newly formed Syllables ring out in the Night,
As the Darkness Falls. before the Dawn. and I yawn to get up and write  
Another verse...drinking from the stream, drinking from the stream,
Quenching my Verse in the Stream of Consciousness, that flows through
The corridors of Time, and since my Rhymes have Daunted me.....