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

The shaking hand leaves ink trails on the Paper,
Like blue veins showing through pale skin.
The whisper of his words lost between
The Cough and the Death Rattle as he begins.
Words whispered appear like ghosts upon the Page
No Laurels, No printing, No Publishing of this old Sage
Just a stack of Paper to Mark a lifetime of memories.
To show up at an estate sale pawed over by Curiousity
Shaking but determined he pens down the Paper
Another Document to be filed in a box for later
Like Dreams of Fantasy and tales of Enchantment...
Shaking Hands write, This is my last will, and testament...JMF

Bridled with Ire
Your words say your a Liar
Saying your my Friend
Means nothing in the End
The truth of the fact
Lies in the way you Act
The vipers in your life
Whisper Lies for you to hear
Their venom numbs your heart
So now you play their part
Afraid their words are truth
You draw away forsooth
Fear you will be shunned
By the Lying Cheating ones
You say you are my friend
But I don't feel it in the end.....1/24/15

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

Longing Passions, that you desire
Fanning Flames, of Fleshly Fires

Change is like a wind.....
It comes when least expected

Words are the building blocks
We play with as children

I want to Thank You
For Your Appreciation
And Support.......



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i wake up dealing with the Fog in my head
trying to decide if I should get out of bed
i wonder if a i have a life anymore
it seems that i have friends no more
it seems that what i say makes people sore
my thoughts are haunting me to the core
when i think of everything, i think of all
the echo of silence bounces off the walls

The verse may be gentle and Kind
But you find its Terse, when you read between the lines
The moonlight so Full Falls on an Embrace
But some have the Idea that its a Race
The Kiss so tender lips soft Lingering...
But they stab you in the back if the think they can win
Words so sweet, and its known in the End its Only a Poem
Its only a Poem.....JMF 2/26/2015

they say that Time is
passing, but we pass Time

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.

Warm beams of sun light
Fall across my kitchen floor...

Its the wind
That blows from
The ***** of
Politicians at
Election time

All my life wishing, that
I was struck by lightening

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