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  Jan 2017 JRF
Eric Martin
I am just another notch to her
Another victim of the *****
I was just a tool to make her purr
I knew better but I still got mixed in

I couldn't resist pathetically
Her witty personality and passion
She just does every thing so sensual and elegantly
Even the way she stabbed me like an assassin

In the blink of an eye she left me for dead
Just walked away like a radiant rebel
Looking for more hearts to break and blood shed
It was worth it though to end up in hysterical and in hell
JRF Dec 2016
Corpses


The wind whispers and whimpers and wails
throughout this ******, ****** night.
It cries and calls out and it cackles a cacophony of croaking, dying voices.
It hurts, it hurts and bleeds.
This night echoes voices- the throaty
voices of the dead and the gone.
The dead and gone and
the gangrene and rotten, ruinous souls that haunt us all.
The rotten.
The ruinous.
The souls we've left behind.
Hashtag The Walking Dead. I'm a huge fan-comics and cable.
JRF Dec 2016
Come to Me

For shelter. For love.
Come to me when you are in
dire straits -when you
are as hollow as a shell. When you are but an echo of your former self.
Shapeless. Hapless. Forgotten.
Come to me.
I will wait
for you
in the shadows of your soul.
Feeling spooky tonight...and, I guess you could also call the speaker of this poem "Addiction."
JRF Nov 2016
The Sun Always Rises

and the dark always
gives way to the light.
Remember that,
in turbulent and troubling times.
Like these times
right here and right now that we are immersed in.

We are wading through this sludge with trepidation and angst and with the fever
of revolution.

Do we fight? Retreat to our separate corners?
I say fight.
Be bold.
Be ****** and resolute and be belligerent in thought and word.

Do move forward, kindly, and with the spirit of all that have ever been repressed- with the spirit that breaks the chains of uniformity and oppression.

Fight for freedom.
Fight for love.
Fight for a hopeful future.
Thoughts on current affairs...Let freedom ring-MLK junior
JRF Nov 2016
I write
from all the corners of my heart.
I write from every chamber,
from every ventricle that pumps the blood
that circulates throughout my soul.
I write
when I am succeeding as a human being
and I write
when I fail,
and sometimes,
I fail on a grand scale,
but at least I write.
I write.
...and don't we all, Poetry Friends?
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