The came down from their misty mountain hold
Short of stature but oh so bold
Helms of beaten iron on their heads
Belts of gold on girded waist
Sword Axe and hammer, the tools of war
Oaken shields also worn
They came to beard the dragon in his lair
Bring rescue to a maiden fair
Held in fear against her will
In that rancid caven deep in the hill
Each warrior knew of the danger faced
But would not retreat as coward disgraced
When the searing flame of hell released
Would burn the hair and singe the face
For these were warriors of a race so old
They the dwarves from the misty mountain holds

There's a friend I know, I think his name is Joe
Though between us are thousands of Miles of Space
Together we Battle Dragons, Wielding Elfin Swords
Forged at the Beginning of time, in a Forgottten Place
Antique Relics they Be,  Still are a lot like Him and Me
Their Jewels shine, and Graven Marks are Dark and Deep
The legends ne'r we tell, of troll Heads we Split and Fell
Or Carried each in swoon, for Elfin healings of our Wounds
And sharing Elfin Wine, The Pleasure of these Folks we find
Till on the road we go, and so far apart You'ld Never Know...Shamus

In Macro Cosmic Orbit
Surrounding the Perception
Flashing Like a Strobe...
Through the left, the right
And the Frontal Lobes
Neural Pathways Glow
Triggering the Synapse
Directing the act Of Creation
Generating Endorphin's
Creating the flushed Feeling
Of Total Satisfaction
Based upon the Action
That Lead to this Poem

Snow, Soft White and Lovely......
The thing of Childhood imagination
Wind Curling it to Drifts and Excitation
Snow Dancing in a Twirling Ballet
Items covered where ever they lay
It covers the grime and Looks so clean
Yet as deadly as a bullet and twice as Mean...
The Halloween blizzard, we got 3 Feet of snow
A Man in his truck that ended up stuck
He chose to walk it to find Some Gas
You soon find when your snow blind
There is no direction or destination to find
Where they found his truck They Searched
Snow Mobiles on the fields  Searched Avast
Not till Easter Snow melt he was found at Last
10 feet from his truck, well they didn't Know
He was Buried under Snow Plow Furrow.....JMF 2/3/15

The Tome with out a Name
Without Subtance to Blame
Empty of Meaning and Void
Almost as though to Annoy
No message hidden Within
Never Started, no where to Begin
Yet Empty and without End
Without title it can't be Owned
So I guess this Isn't My Poem...JMF 2/1/15

She was only a kid, her
Sleeves always Rolled down
Its seems like a long time
Since her Dads been around

Moms drunk at her boyfriends,
showing up half the week
When she's home. she's always
screaming, her drunk Breath Reeks

She's afraid on the Pavement,
while she jogs down the street
With thugs selling crack on every
Corner, afraid who she'd meet

With all this Pain and Desolation
seem, to be on every side,
And her Life outta Control
Makes her wonder if she died

So she gets out the Razor Blade
and Rolls up a sleeve
And see's the map of her past
when the Hurt wouldn't Leave

The Blade Pierces the skin, And
the Red Snake proves she can bleed
Feeling the Pain is the only way
she knows she's Alive...

The Salvation she finds comes
from a Sharp Steel Knive
In this deep black whole,
its her only way to control

What a shame that its all
for this poor young Soul