The grass and brush grow high.....
below the the rusted rails in the sky
Fate sealed, the aged red paint peels
on the sides of the House of Mirrors

Roller Coaster cars splay in disarray
ruined faded horses found flounder
At angles on the Merry go Round
the wind in silent breeze the only sound

The bit of broken light bulb glass reflected
By the sun, faint echos of fun from the past
the click clack click clack of the coaster tracks
cars at the peak speed in curves and swerves

Drifting thoughts of yesterdays dreams.....
with side show prizes, kids laugh and scream
As carnival barkers shout out their routines  
Sun blazing the fun of yesterdays scene  

Although nothing but a mere memory

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

Silent Staunch The Sentry Stands
Guarding Graves of Grassy Fields
and Yesterday Afternoons
A Small Boy playing all the Men not in His Life
Forgetting Strife and Daily Deeds
Zones and Bonding, Contract Bidding
A Small Boy, still not too Old
The Cross Street Jungle Bought and Sold
and all thats left.....
Silent Staunch the Sentry Stands
Guarding Graves of Grassy Fields
and Yesterday Afternoons
................JMF 1968

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

Angst is when your Happiness
Is run through a grinder

Traffic sound
.
continuous drown
.
diesel truck exhaust
.
in down shift
.
thoughts drift
.
down past highways
.
in motel daze
.
eyes glazed
.
flashing neon
.
no vacancy
.
Jack Kerouac
.
once slept here
.
as if it matters
.
to anyone
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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

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

JMF 11/7/14

To Harvest the Wheat of America.......

Oak, ash and hickory, raw from the saw
Ten thousand board Feet, Delivered
Fourteen foot long some 16 inches Wide

I helped plane all that wood,
When I was Just a boy, load after load
In the Time, I was just growing a spine

By 7th Grade I had, From how I was grown
"Long Shoreman's Syndrome"
The work had curved my Spine

By ten years old I worked with
10 Blade Saw running 10,000 RPM
It Could Imbed a Stick in heavy Drywall

The slats had to be shaped and Packed
In bundles of 50 or 100 And loaded on a Trailer
Weighing 25 to 35 lbs a piece.....
They Added to My Backs Failure

These Slats went on Combines that
Harvested the Wheat of America
So when I was a child I carried
The Bread of America on my back

Past Prejudices arise Again,
Feed a Feast of Fear to them
Prey upon their Greatest fears
And Raise a Fascist tide

Let Loose the Tide of Lies
Greased by Economic ties
Lubes the Rails of Ruin, And
Veils the Dawning of the Truth

Brave they Are, who have
Never seen the Rise of Battle
Willing to sacrifice, those who are...
as if to War, the Chaf and Chattel

The Leaders Lead us into Pens
To leash us to Ideologies in Need
To Insure the remaining 1 percent
That they can fulfill their greed

Glutting on the Middle class, and
Feast upon the Poor, to upraise
The Pile of Bones Before, Each
Fat and Wanton Priviledged Bore

For us a need, is all that we Possess
Feeling Lost, all in Due Process
Yet Voices can be Heard and Votes
It seems only to be  logical.....

WE CAN SLAY...the Necrological


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Wellbutrin* keeps my mind.
from going Splat,
like a fly Smashed by
a swatter, It shuts off
the Slow drip of
Anxiety, that Twists
my Stomach in knots
as doubts Trip through
my mind Like it's
a Playground...
it keeps My days
from Feeling
nonstop Sleepy
I'm glad it Keeps me
from Insanity...JMF 2/21/15

The seedling of a Poem,
Springs deep from within
Pushing as it finds its roots
Its birth, born of Hope begins
Words Sprout to bring it forth
And Rhyme feeds the bud to bloom
And with elation, soon petals form
And in celebration, a new Poem is born
And brings the sweet scent, of its full bloom.....JMF 2/22/15

I woke up with cold toes
And a Rosy nose.....



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When you Live by a Rail Road Tracks...
Behind the House in the, Yard in the Back
When I was young I heard the Rumble of it
Coming to Carry the grain from our Grainery
But no sound of Locomotive hums in the rail
The Grain's now Hauled off by Grain Semi's
This Line got Cut in Budget Shifts.....
So now the only thing to Ride the Rail
Is the Snow as it blows and turns into Drifts
But, on windy Nights some say that
Ghost of the tracks of the Southern,
Blows its whistle as it Rolls Past...


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Some how I can't see the words,
I can't hear the rhythm.
The meters got no beat to feel,*
And the Rhyme I cannot deal
Constantly the consonants
Corrupt the Poems appeal
Like feral Syllables Ascant of any
Meaning it just can't be real
In pica print Parklane Font
The printing does leave for Want.....JMF 3/9/2015

Like water washed in*
The Tides of the Moon
You bend and Flow Like
Willow branches in the Wind

Its how you Survive,
The Giving of Life and
All that comes with it
That nurturing Demands

Composed like Rose Buds
With a Heart of glass
Mended so many times
The Aches that have lasted

And then time Passes
And your Healed Soon
Like water washed in
The Tides of the Moon

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Clear, Cubic, Cut, Crystalline, Ice
Nice, on Hot Sunny Days.......

. 

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

The Words that were Lovingly Penned
Met with a Razor edged Knife in the End
Letters Scattered Askew, unable to defend

Red Slashes across the Body Slowly Bleed
Broken pieces of Sentences all Strewn indeed
That Final Feeling You have Surrendered

God I hate having meetings with the editor...JMF 2/14/15

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

When you're happy,its hard to write Poetry
Other then, Hallmark Greeting Card Sappy
Thoughts drift Slowly through your mind
But after it all, There is nothing to Find
Coffee! that's what's missing, what you need
But you only get nothing done, at a faster Speed
Nothing to write comes to mind, nothing to say
Oh well, so much for that, maybe again another Day*


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Knowing I'm afraid to go to sleep
Nerves on end and rooted deep
It Creep's up on Me, this Denizen

Of Misery, This most foul Dream
Trapped within a Nightmare...
The fear becomes beyond compare.

In Longing Dark, I walk the Park
One step follows another and another
The Pain of the memories still Haunt

A little farther goes these Jaunts
Closer to the Rivers Edge and Bridge
Till steps Fall upon the Concrete
As the Sound echo's beneath my feet

Silently I climb the Rail praying I don't Fail
There upon the ledge, seeking for the Light
Whispering Silently I fall into the Night.....


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At the top of the Mountain there is a Lightness in the air...

Sounds of the wind speak to the crags of the Mountain...

In echoing silence and soft murmurs, Whistling an eerie tune...

That shakes the souls of Men, to the Ground as it reaches their ears...

Burdened down by the struggle of the Journey, They don't realize...

That they Stand within Lightness...                     JMF 9/26/14

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

Some thoughts are
Just Farts Echoing
In the Chambers
Of your Mind.....

The Autumn Sun Rise
Lifts the Mists as the
Journey of the Loon
Takes  Flight


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Those who bear the Burden
See the Blues
And if you're feeling fine
You're in the Pink
When your Buried under Bills
You're in the Red
If your Born to the Purple
Your Royalty
When your seeing green
You are Mad and Jealous,
Or Really Happy
But when your Black
Nobody's got your Back*


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That taste of Transcendency that
Takes away your sleep dregs

Explosion of Aggrevation
Misunderstood relation
Wrapprd in words of Doom
Where thoughts of Hope
Die upon the Bloom
Your words of Damnation
Ignore my Isolation
Forshadows of Events not seen
Proclaiming  all the Signs
Yet blind to what's in front of your eyes
And thats why I cry


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Lost in thoughts
Circling in my head
Ascending the Stairs
Of Conceptual Treads
Tracing the Logic to
Its final Conclusion
Separating Facts
From illusions
Till lightening
Strikes a photon Wave
Surf Board up I ride
Upon the Crest I stay
Riding the Momentum
of this logical Array
as it Carries me away

There once was a poet quite noted
Who's adam's apple was Amply Throated
I'd make a guess, plums hung in that dress
And more then her legs did get shaved

From fate blows the winds of Change
Rearranging all our Plans and goals.....
Events unseen can change your dreams
To where they feel Like Nightmares

It feels like we are so alone.....
Stumbling upon the unknown
Trying to grab for Something
And Coming up with Nothing

And when we fall, we feel all
Lost in limbo's listless thrall
All we can do in the end.......
Is accept what comes My Friend*


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Her funeral was this year
Its been a long time*
Since we were together

Still our Love never Faded
She told me recently.....
Leaving me was her worst Mistake

There was so much Sunshine
When we were together
No matter the Weather

And the ***,
We had it everywhere
Laughing as People stared

Yearning to Kiss her
Just because I miss her
*Lost Love of Mine

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

Time is Fluid
Floating in the NOW
Its something I have no control over
I am swallowed in the Folds of Time
In search of the Spark of Creation
Like a Photon I can't decide if I am a Particle or a Wave
So I float in the NOW a speck creating ripples,
Into The Light


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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

from out of my thinking, is something
on the tip of my tongue, its clinging
was it this, was it that, this thing I begat
kept wandering' in mental wondering
lurking in the jumble of mind and memories
Ideas pop by the thought that is shy
lost in a mist, like it wants to resist
un-brought to this verse, sighs
the thought has dispersed...JMF 2/16/15

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

Tears of the living for the Dying
Tears of a mother for a babies crying
Tears of a Lover for a Broken Heart
Tears of a Family Torn apart
Tears of those down with the Blues
Tears of those who just can choose
Tears of the Wandering lost Souls
Tears of the fears we often Hold
Tears of Tormented minds
Tears of a Tortured Kind...JMF 3/8/2015

As you talk of Pleasure of another Kind,
You let me know whats on your mind.
While Urgently From Behind
I feel the Press of your Firm Flesh
As you Start, I part
to grasp the Haft, of your Slick Shaft
While so slowly you fill me

And from this Tender Stillness,
you begin a Rythimic Dance
As labored Breathing Comes in Pants
'til in the End, I am lent
Your Pleasure Filled
Your Passion spent

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.....

17 blossoms and
each bud unfolds
the blossoming of
untold tales

Blazing within under my Skin is a field of Empathy
The Emotive Ports, Allow Energy arcs, Leaping around in me

The Booming Roll of Thunder, and Flash of Lightening
Is Like a Building Wave to Surf upon a Jolt of Energy...

In Brooding Darkness, the Spark creates, the Flash of Light
Colliding Potential Differences, Thunders in the Night

In Walking Dreams, a Cat Jumps out scratched, Runes on my left Arm
Scratched in my blood it read "Use this to ward off charm and all harm"

The Harpen Tone of Elfen Strings float in the Night to Me...
As the Twinkle of Faerie lights shine in the Home land Trees

At which I shook my Head Awake, knowing I'll be back... Come what may
For Nothing With in me could Keep me away

Fear is the silent Stalker
Hunting you within your mind

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