Angst is when your Happiness
Is run through a grinder

Ethereal Theories and Rituals
By Rosicrucian's and Masons
And The Knights Templar
Secrets whispered in listening Ears
Bound to Silence by unknown Fears
Symbolic  Accoutrements Adorn
Compass, Cross, Aprons and Horn
Secret Rituals done in Dark Shadows
Robed Members with Incense and Candles
Perform ancient Tomes with Canticles
Reciting Century old Chants of Words
Enarmed with Pike Shield and Sword
Perpetuated through the Centuries
All Carried out in total Secrecy.....1/19/15

Ten Words are so Aligned
To Flow into your Mind....

All my life wishing, that
I was struck by lightening

His Father Was the Ambassador to Spain
But he never saw his Own Sons Pain
He came to a spiritual retreat.....
With his Darkness to defeat
His anxiety Cut like a Knife
With no Solace in his life
He prayed over scripture Daily
But the Battles he was Failing
On a Dark Saturday Night
With a Dull serrated Knife
He took his Life, he kept
Slicing till it was Done
The knife to dull to do it in One
In the Kitchen of the Annex he was found
Lieing Still cold and face down on the ground
They rushed him to North Charles Hospital
Though Doctors battled it was Fatal
I walked in the Annex Door.....
And found Ruth tears streaming
Kneeling as she mopped up the Floor
The flood of Blood Red
Was all that's left of the dead
I carried this memory for 45 years
And still today the memory brings me tears
With all the Ambassadors Rich Connections
Nothing can replace the Loss of a Son
As witness to this, I felt I must Pen
So one small soul isn't forgot in the end

The Morning breaks Gray,
Nothing to do, Nothing to say.
As it begins, the Mist seeps in,
Writhing and Twirling
Like Tendrils of wind
Caught in a dust devil,
Made of Mists so thin.
Where does this mist end,
And I begin, feeling it.....
.....seep into my skin.
I walk through a Hall
And with each Foot Fall
The sound smothered by Fog
Echos in Silence, Off of a Bog
Foot Falls go on and on
Searching for a Dawn
A break that would clear
To let the Light Near
But each mist that's light
leads back to the Night
Of Eternal Darkness.....JMF 1/13/15

Eyes cast upon the creation,
Its a stirring Invitation.
Words cooked in a spoon,
Drawn to the Pen soon,
Tied off by punctuation.
When the Ink hits the Blood,
The rush is a total Flood.
And the Poets elation,
Is the rush of creation.
But on days of frustration,
You beg for inspiration,
Just to feel the Poets Fix.

A vast Land, dotted with thoughts and Ideas,
Scripted in Hand, Penned with Altruist Zeal.
Paragraphs Written in Hills, and in Valleys,
Taking a Path through Drama and Passion.
Leading you through Dark City Alleys...
To Scenes of Crime and Dark Actions,
Cowered in Fear, Shadows Causing Reactions.
You feel your Skin Crawl at the Draw of a Knife,
Shocked at the Sight of a Passing Life.
You Cling to the Arms of the One you Love,
The Feelings between You from Heaven above.
The Pleasure you feel at the Touch of your Lips,
As the Wind ***** the Sails of a Yar and sleek Ship.
True love Flares up at the setting sun,
And Finally the Poems End has Come.....JMF 1/12/15

Tired is the soul, weighed down by regrets
Trodden weary legs try to balance the Precepts
Slow the step passes, verdant fields of Grasses
His vision cast aside to the Stone and dirt
Dire is his need to succeed all eyes are kept Avert
No eye has he for to see, his sight to life is Blinded.....JMF 1/9/15

Illusions are both perceptions and deceptions.........
We allow ourselves to believe them
..........to escape problems
We wend our way thru a care free day
And consume the .........perfect love
And all that we are capable  of,
Emerged in Fantsy, we create reality,
To insure our denyability and
Preserve our culpability,
In the hopes that the perception
Or deception, avails the....ILLUSIONS.....       JMF 1/7/115

illusions are both
perceptions and
deceptions.........
we allow ourselves
to believe them
to escape problems
we wend our way
thru a care free day
and consume the
.........perfect love
and all that we are
capable  of, emerged
in Fantsy, we create
reality, to insure our
denyability and preserve
our culpability,  in the
hopes that the perception
or deception, avails the....
ILLUSIONS.....       JMF 1/7/115

The Ham is Roasting, and Revelers are Toasting,
To New Years and Old, as the soft Music is Playing,
Party goers Adorned with Finery and Pressed Suits
Glide over the Dance floor to Violins, Cello's and Flutes
Soft Waltzes to Dance,  Leads to Romance
Perfume Scent doing what its Meant...
Champagne toasts, Amid Soft Holiday lights
All Lead to Holiday Delights in the Night
Soft Lips so Red it Alarms, create Alluring Charms
The Mistle Toe Hung can't Be missed, When it leads to a Kiss
Soft Shoulders so Magic, as you glide across the Floor
A tender Kiss on her Neck, she's Breathless and Wanting more.
You feel so light on this Magical night, as you Grab her Wrap,
And hold the door, Snuggled up warm on the ride Home
And a soft and Tender Kiss at the Door...and, ends this Poem...
.........................................................­............................JMF 12/24/14

With the Season So Gay, only Days Away,
Just the smile of a friend would do.
But to someone, who searched for a smile a while
It seems these days that true Friends are few.

The Bankers are Busy Compounding with intrest
And Bakers So Busy with Fudge and Sugar cookies
The stores are mobbed by Shoppers who feel Robbed
If they miss the Black Friday Deal for a big screen TV

But to Some's wish for a touch of a friend, there is none
In the Hustle and Bustel brought on by this season
Amidst all the glee and Well trimmed Lighted trees,
Lone Souls search for a spot of love they will never see

Their cards go unanswered and gifts are untouched
No Music of laughter this Holiday Comes
No Wish for the Hottest thing, just the touch of a friend
Is on their wish list, but not under the tree in the End
Because there's no way to present, all that's meant
When the wish Due is the simple touch of a friend
Though this wish is small, Merry Christmas to All...JMF 12/20/14

words
no words to find
of any kind
as though they
all flew south
they don't come from pen
they don't come from my mouth
they lie around like Dust on an old tractor
or the dust that rises like a cloud from the silo shoot
when you feed the livestock
or the words spray painted on the sides of rail cars
as they roll on by like the unused words i have accumulated
as if I can hoard them away for a future Poem,
when i can't find a use for them now
what do you do when your at a loss for words
out in the field i should lie letting the crows peck out my eyes

Sometime there are no words to say
You've nothing, no words come your way
You look for illumination in a world of Gray
All manifestation of warmth delayed

Picks at the Emotional Scab today
I must suffer for alluding to this Display
People don't understand, I must hide that away
In the end...Sometime there are no words to say

When words Fail me, Its like a Hard Freeze
Awaiting to thaw, that aches to the Bone
You can't Appease, Syllables crack Like Lake Ice
Consonance in Constant disarray despite
Your Feelings Bared, to all in sight.....JMF 12/14/14

Every coin has two sides.
But neither faces the other
On the toss of a coin Lives can ride
And flipped so much it has decided.
It's been used to finance
Used to romance, but
The best use is
For a second chance
Because misunderstandings are due
When each side has a different view

Online Greetings e-mailed Promised Meetings
Five minute friends Leave Fleetingly

The Steamy air Hung heavy
In the Office of the Private Eye.
Kansas City in August
The Air wants to die,
Or it only Smells that way.
Drifting up off the Riverbank.

Thelma my receptionist Waits
Filing her nails by the Silent Phone
If things Didn't Pick up soon or Late
Bills would have me Down to the Bone
Chasing Bail jumpers, something I'd Hate
Have to settle on, less some business was done

Just as I knocked back a Belt of Bourbon,
Came a Knock at the Door, in Walked
A pair of Legs from Here to there, to look on
Not sure if it was the red of her lips,
Or the red of her bright Hair,
But a Swing in her Hips Got me there.

She Laid on the tears as she told me her Fears
A Long lost sister being run by the Mob
Prostituting she said with a Gasp and a Sob
Her Silk Stocking legs crossing Sealed the deal
I'd put an ear to the street and find out the feel

A Kansas City Kingpin ran her on the street
If I staked out a Corner I'd see them Meet
Slipped my .32 from the Leather and Spun it once
Checking the chamber for a full Loaded Gun
I hunched down in the front seat of my old Chevy

It was only Minutes till he played the Heavy
I shouted out stop, as he Pulled a gun... Popped
It Seemed like Slow Motion as his body Dropped
She screams for Police, next I'm Cuffed by a Cop
Long legs says I stalked her, and am Patently Crazy
I took the Fall 'cause she set me up for the Patsy

The moral of the Story is..........
"Dames and Bourbon Don't mix".....JMF 12/11/14

Spewed out, the Pain,  the Shock, the Awe
To hear things never Heard and see things never Saw
The overwhelming light, that falls within my sight
Colors Never seen, and the mystery of the Word
Its only been moments, but I feel so Free and light
As flesh has Fallen away to create this birth...

To think only 72 hours ago, cold and still, I were
In the Coroners Office on a Slab in the morgue
Embowled for the autopsy on a Routine report
The Car Ran the Stop Sign, doing near Ninety
the Glare of the Lights, The Last thing I could See
But its all over, the weight is gone and now I'm free.....JMF 12/11/2014

Banal, **** Retentive, Introspective Denial
Induces a Passive Aggressive Behavioral

When did the only way out...become a ****
Knot in your Stomach, Behind a MAC 10 slug
It feels Cold and Heavy, no way to Pay your Dues
You were just a Tagger in the Street, Spray paint in Hues
How'd you end up carrying Cold Steel to protect some deal
North side Gang wanna dis on yer own Homies
Gonna cut you to the Ground over a Kilo of Blow
Cold sweat on your fingers, and fear in your heart
Feels Like you wanna cut and run, can't let it show
Northsider's down on Lake Street, is trouble they Know
Lead about to Fly like Minnesota Snow
2 guys in a car Spraying Cold Steel Death
Word on the Street 'bout the Drop of ****
Car rounds the Block caught in hot Lead Blow
Bullet thru a window Caught a 9 Year old
Hot News of the Day, Laid out Cold
Body in the Morgue, a Mothers tears flow
Fear in the Streets, where'd the Good times go

Sadness or Madness, Still the rule of the fool...JMF 12/5/14

When we Met, I thought I would never forget you....
But now... Your face is just a shadow in Time.
The 'lectric touch of our Lips, a feeling so Sublime
But now... Your face is just a shadow in Time.

Meeting on that day, And me without a dime
You didn't seem to care, just being was so fine
I was lost in the look of your Brown Eyed shine
But now... Your face is just a shadow in Time.

Your Irish Soul, and Blazing Portuguese Eyes
Gave looks that were Sunshine, or Stormy Skies
When lightening Flashed from your Eyes
Deep Down in my Soul, I thought I was gonna Die
But now... Your face is just a shadow in Time.

Nights in bed lost in Lust, when we met a 24 Hour bout
Hands and tongues, ******* and Thighs, Long Low Moan & Sighs
R&B;, Stride Piano and the Blues, our passion always was Wild
When we lost it, and that Guy watched And played blues so fine
Unbelieving & Mesmerized, Bending the notes to our moans & Sighs
Will he ever forget that night we Met, jamming with us in 4/4 time
But now... Your face is just a shadow in Time.......JMF 12?4?14

Withered Old Man,with a Gnarled Old Stick
Seeks the Old Root Man, Mandrake for to Take
Sorrel and Wolfs Bane, Night Shade and Jace
He Scours the Woods for Potions to Make

His hunts through the caves, for Crystals so Clear
Lapis lazuli Azure Stone, Dug from Earth So Rare
Bones of Hart strung with Sinew and  Nuggets of Copper
Bones Carved with Ancient Signs and Wizardry

Wand of Willow, Feather of Owl,
In Darkest Night with Hooded Cowl
Arcane Language made to Howl
Calling Down the Soul, of the ******

With Enchantment the Soul is Sent
On Evil Missions So Hellbent
To Wither the crops and curse the Fowl
Of those in Hatred flesh embowled

T'is heard he moves as a Dark Shadow
Lending Fear to weakened Brow
A Pox upon your beating Heart
A knot within your Bowels

But many among the Land
See an old man with a Withered hand
Who hunts the woods and hills
Finding things to heal your Ills.....JMF 11/26/14

Chasing words that get away,
To chase again another day.

If I t'wer find a Woman of Mind, With the Heart an Erin colleen..........
A smile would I,  a twinkle in my eye, and the feel of my Heart A'brim
A Dance I'd do, to a Penny Whistles Tune, all for pure Enjoyment
This Woman of few, I surely Knew, would Be an Angle Sent

King Glærden Wârd of Drψngle Moψntain
Celebrâtes the Yærly Birth of Græt Øgdân
Dwârves from all Mountâins of the Reâlm
All Bow To Glærden's, Shield, Sword æ Helm

Ûpon the Tâll   CarvenStone........                                            ­                          
King Câlls For Øgdân's Dæ
With Boom of Dwârven Drψm
And the Chime of Hammered Metal Bars                                                            
­Anounce that Øgdân's Dæ's begψn

Dwârves ât Forges ând Anvils gâve
Thier Finest Work to wær that dæ
All Polished, Contests with Pikes took plâce
As Flâgons of Bârley Mæd,
Spræd Spirit along the Crowds Glee
Dwârven Short Swords Plâyed to Gâmes
As with the Twilight the Troll Hunt Câme

Drψms, Swords, and Pikes âll roψse
As the Troll Hâtred from the Croψd
Rises like â Forges Flâme, to hârden
Dwârven Hærts to Blame,All Trolls
As thieving Rotten ****, ât the
Sound of the Elk Horn the Hψnts begψn

They spræd down these river beds
Hψnting til â troll they Find, to be
Pârâded by the Dwârven Kind
Bâck to the Hærken Stone, ând the end
Øf Øgdân's Dæ, With Stroke of Axe
Doth Roll a Trolls Head.......JMF 11/20/14

The Elders of the Elven Mists, at the Death of the Old Queen
From all around the Realm they came a Conclave to convene
The fair haired Golden Locks of young Azky they did Crown

Queen Azky Rode a Royal Beast of All Dragons he was King
The Queens Beast Yaz Kere Loved Soaring About on Wing
Yaz Kere knew it was his Royal fate to Protect  Queen Azky
And Carry her aloft his Back Steadfast so Her Elf Arrows Fly

The Dragons lived in Erehwon upon the Chrysenal Trees
The Elves harvested the Leaves for Enchanted Wizardry
Much Magic came from those Potions as Magical Notions
To protect both Elf and Beast in Battle against enemy Hovens

The Mordel slipped in by night to Steal the Magic Leaves
but Yaz roared Alarm to dragons as swords  Pulled from Sheaths
Queen Azky, Quiver, Elven Bow and Yaz Off to the Sky they go

Blades clashed and Arrows Flew as Dragons passed above the war
As Elven arrows hit thier Mark, hordes weakened to rearward
The Mordel tried but Only failed and thus ends the Battles Tale

Mud bug Stew, Black beans and rice
Collard greens and fat back boiled up Nice
Nothing like a Bowl of Fila Gumbo
Boozoo Chavez play the Crawfish mombo
Blind drunk Betting, and Letting Dollars go
And he blew it all on horses and **'s
Boozoo got a taste of Cold Cash And Cadillacs
Clifton Chenier in Lake Charles too
Snook right past ole drunk Boozoo
His accordian tunes Ripped right By
Boozoo Chavez who did not Know
How Clifton Chenier became
The KING of ZYDECO

Life would be so better
If it wasn't imbued with Antipathy
Some moments I awake
Not even knowing why
Full of Self Doubting Apathy
It may as well be Antipathy

Days move past me
Like products on an assembly line
Each one in its time
Here and gone in the blink of an eye
Not even knowing why

Its easy to see
Life flows around me,
But not through me.
As though I am cast in paler light
And seem to all removed from sight
Not even knowing why

Graven upon the Stone
It will say with antipathy
Here I lie, not even knowing why

The Hit of Window Pane
Colors trip within my Brain.....

Strolling down the dusty road
I reached the path of an abode.
The Black Shamrock an Irish pub
I stopped inside for a pint mug.
One mug topped off with ale
That next to Guiness Stout
Looked pale, A Pilsner in the glass.
And down the bar a drunken fool
Sat staring with blurred eyes and drool.
A sassy colleen tended the bar.
And if your hands were free,
They wouldn't get far, for
If they reach to the wrong place.
You'ld a  bar wenches Slap.
Across your face, and a spot of red
For all to see, that you got the Hand.
Of Molly McGee, a fiddler Bowed.
An Irish Jig, and a penny whistle.
Carried the tune to the drunken crowd
Within the room, a game of darts is made
While cribbage by old farts is played.
And the pints are emptied by the hour.
As the clock rings out in the churches tower
As drunks are Roused, and doors are closed
Old friends will stumble down the road.
All in an Irish night

When Moonlight wens upon the moore
And Starlight knocks upon your door.
When thrums the hum of Faerie Wings
And the Harpen sound of Elfen strings.
Accompanied by dark Dwarven drums
The music of the night doth come.

A Shaman tends with Force of Night
A Silver Sword of fierce Light.
The wounds flow. The battle bounds
Thunder of Hooves upon the ground.
Tirelessly on the battles fight
But fades away in Mornings light.

And now that morning light is near
I arise from sleep with vision clear.
And the webs of tiredness
Fall from my eyes.
My new day begins
Under the skies…...JMF 11/9/14

Undaunted by the lack of sound
Waits patiently for answers bound.
A tiring task that puts to will,
The asked must have time to ****.
To spend so much time to ignore,
The message knocking at your door.
A lingering persistent knock,
That ticks away like the clock.
Passing one moment to the next
Each minute ads to the one before.
And still the question is ignored......JMF 11/8/14

Wind Dances with the rain.....
Upon the Splattered Window Pane  

JMF 11/7/14

Dark are the Days,
With no Flower under the Moon,
Evening cast in darkness withered on the bloom,
First Crescent's bud stirs to Life,
Half Moons bud is full and Live, waiting to...
Blossom under the full moon..... JMF 11/6/14

Haven't heard From you in weeks…
Brain can't think,
Guess I just don't know what to say.
Waiting on moment, from waiting on word…
I performed adverse observations,
polyphonic annihilation's
of linguistic situations
Intrepid assassinations of language.
Only to sit and ponder.
And wonder.
Where did the words all go
Strewn About like...
Carcasses of coccophony
Stumbled upon by the devotion to Reverence,
Or is it reference, to the Quotes and misquotes
Of misaligned Estutes,Resigned to Following

"Sometimes ya just gotta wonder"..... JMF 11/6/14

A Tongue to kiss a Special Person.
A Tongue to Hiss a bad performance.
A Tongue to lie, to those you love
A Tongue to Shout to the sky above.

A Tongue to twist Promised words
A Tongue to console those who deserve.
A Tongue to quote a campaign speech
A Tongue for Temper tantrums screech.

A Tongue to lick a juicy peach
A Tongue to taste a vintage wine.
A Tongue to Laude a Life so Full
A Tongue to lick a fudgecycle

A Tongue to please something bare
A Tongue to lick a nice spot there .
A Tongue to pray to heaven above.
A Tongue to softly Speak of Love.....JMF 10/24/2014

Speaking to Dragons is oft' absurd
Quite Frequently they don't  
understand a word                                                             ­                                                 
they snort and blow  Because you know  
They will only listen to Dragons tales
they lower their heads and sigh,                                                            ­                                                                 ­   
to hear of kings,with Golden Wings    
that ruled Against the Sky
Dragons Crowned Above the ground                                                           ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­          
Against a Sky of Azure Blue,    
Where Royal Dragon Kings Flew, and with                          
Terror and Fear for when they were near    
All knew to do their Biddings Bane      
Or feel the whip of brimstone flame    
more and more they became bejeweled        
Till to the Sky they Could Nor Rule    
and Fires hot became now cool
And in the End they lost the Fire    
Having Chained themselves to their own Desire    
The listening beast shed one single Tear
.........................JMF 10/21/2014

I like to Write about Life,
Living, its not like everybody
Doesn't Do It Daily...
Its a Common ground,
Scattered with what we found.
That touches our Souls Deep
And burden's us, secrets to keep
Some Buried so Deep it's Forgotten

Up and Down, it's Sky and Ground.
Sorrow And Joy, Smiles and Frowns
We all go  through the Crush...
All feeling Flush, Blood pumping Rush
And the Let down of the Rejection.
Good days with Erections....
Others with Misdirection

Burdened with heavy Eyes, til'
We pop up and rise, hope in our eyes
Just to do it all again, like a Soap Opera Plot
With Disappointment never a Thought.
Thats why I write about Life........... JMF 10/11/14

Minutes passing
Continual Eyeing
Pulse pumping
Heart Jumping

Fingers Tapping
Clock Watching
Vision Scanning
Anxiety Climbing

Clock Stopping
Sudden Stabbing
Heart Bleeding
Joy Fleeing

Thoughts Cauterizing
Time Healing
Well they weren't worth it
Anyway..............................JMF 10/11/14

Hot August winds
Blows across dried yellow grass.
The shimmer of heat.
Rippling off the blacktop.
At a roadside Motel.On the
South Dakota Landscape.

I see the arrival of
An Amish family all,
Dressed in Black.
Arrive dragging their
Simple bags into the room
As the door closes.

I head inside to escape the heat
The smell of sulfur.
Rises from the water faucet.
Mixed with the smell of
Bacon and Eggs frying
In an electric skillet.

I head out under the overhang.
To escape the heat and my parents.
Down the way, a boy in Black Hat
Black shirt open,
White Tee showing.

He walks over to meet me.
I show him toys I brought,
Bored in the blasting heat.
We hop across the hot blacktop.
Barefoot trying not to get burned.

Off to the park, We find
The hollowed out carcass.
Of an F-16 Fighter Jet,
We bonded as pilot and copilot
Jetting across the Badlands.

We strafed and bombed.
Enemy installations.
Cutting off troop Supplies.
We blasted the afterburners.
Breaking the sound barrier.
On a hot August afternoon.

If I were a Unicorn nibbling on Roses
I would stomp my Hoof and Snort
That men Exist, I should Suppose
I would shake my Silver Mane
And rake my horn upon a tree
That men could exist, Non-Mythically
Such Tales are whispered by the colts
Unicorns know the very Idea Revolts,
That Unmagical Creatures may be
Walking Upright under the trees
With a Quick Swish of my Tail,
I would Deny the very Myth,
That men should be, indeed
For having no Magic you see
They Lack  the Will to believe
But, never will this Myth Disperse...
Should Men exist 'twould be the worst

The essential inconsequential
Texted, tweeted and emailed
Tumblred and Facebooked
Of each embarrassing moment.
Hollywood star marital atonements,
Selfie in the bathroom,
Selfie in the bar,
Selfie in the shower,
Selfie in the car,
The intrinsic need,
To document each
Major or minor event,
Led many to the public noose
For what they had let loose.
They are tried in the press
And and found wanting.
Wanting more! and wanting more!
Only to satisfy ourselves, that we are
Hash Tag Selfie Me
Truly the center of the universe
....................................JMF 10/5/14

The Little Skiff Slips through the water, following Swamp Trails.
Soft Light of a Bayou Moon in the Mist, on right the splash of Gator Tail
As it hunts in the Moonlight,  Twinkle of Neon Blares through the reeds,
From a Swamp bar Southeast of Lake Charles, Fiddle and Wash board,
Scrap , over Sweet Chords of Accordian Tunes drifting in the mist, As a
Patron of the Bar stirs coals on the bonfire, Drunken Guests Cut a Rug
On rolled out linoleum, Et Toi a Night of Bon temp Roulle on the Bayou
Inside the door, for some Cat fish and Red Beans & Rice with a cold brew
The Old Juke Box Plays Aaron Nevilles "If Tear Drops were Diamonds"
As the Band takes a Break, fiddle laying at Bars end Winks in Orange
To the flash of the Beer Sign, Uncle Solacess Raises his glass to the Moon
A high toast to La lune ete Amour de Coure, A Drunken Fight breaks out
Old Family issues, the contenders hugging and laughing over fresh Beers
As I Stumble out the door, just as the Zydeco strikes up I crank up the skiff
As I float into the fog, Bon Temp Roulle under Bayou Pale Moonlight
C'est bien de te voir, A bientot Au Revoir Bonne Nuit et Beau Reves....
.......................................................­..........JMF 10/114

( by Elizabeth Squires and SilverSilkenTongue in Collaboration)


In an idle ilk the poet
Did **** precious time
Non pursuant twas he
Of that haunting rhyme

The Tap tap tap of his Thumbs
In pulse to the Anxiety that Comes
Resistant and Hesitant this Choice of Word
Like crows on a wire flitting to and fro
Simply to be Assured who is top Bird

He mulled in thought
On his composition
Yet not acting on it
Due to a stalling disposition

Caught in a Web, of Websters Dictionary
Assonance and Consanace Fundimentaly
He Chews each Syllable to Spit out
The Misconstrued Vowels that he Shouts!

By Elizabeth Squires and Silver Silken Tongue
Special Thanks to Ann who suggested Elizabeth and I should Collaborate

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