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Death's Hooded chair

Once crafted by a French,
It was imbued with a curse,
On a equinox midnight,
Agent of Death on its way came to rest,
upon the 13th hooded chair it sat,



and left some of its magic when it left,
abrupt when the owner stole a glance,
He mistook the figure for a burglar,
And went swiftly to the chair to inspect,
Finding nothing to be damaged he test,
by sitting on that cursed hooded chair,



Deadly silent was filling in the air,
His mood changed dramatically,
A sense of foreboding doom across his face!
He knew his time on earth was up,
Just before he left the hooded chair alone,
He placed his tools upon its seat pad,
That was a Mark of one resigned,
Never to ply his craft again.



A note he left to his loving wife written,
LET NOONE SIT ON THIS DAMM CHAIR!
for i have seen death rest and placed his hand!
No mortal will live a fortnight,
should his body lay upon it to relax.
He died the following week,
A crate of snakes fell beside him,
The cause of his death was poison from snake bite.



His widow left everything behind,
Soon another tragic tale would began.

to be continued. . .

I sit upon my throne,
Playing my violin alone,
Such sweet sorrow, I've never thought of play,
In silence I play, without a ply

How bitter a soul, how tender a sound!
Serenity in my soul has now been found!
A lulling dream, laced in despair,
From a fearsome dark soul's own nightmare

Trapped forever, in darkened fire,
Without hope of flying any higher,
In tainted wings, I hide in sin,
With my beloved violin

The notes float desperately to the Heavens above,
Daemonic grace, a monstrous love,
Who knew I could cherish her like so?
Decadence of sound from soul of hell below

Hearing the echo's of my own sound, I recall,
The tragic day when the angel did fall,
A tear proclaims great lament within,
To separate Oneself from Their beloved kin

A noxious moment, a wretched breath,
As I listen to the sonata of my own death,
A beautiful plague infests both ears,
Upon every note that beckons

Lo and behold, a great polyphony of strings!
Enough to rip me apart with sadness,
The sounds now bind me, like horrid chains,
And you may feel the soul's pains

It is difficult to know how a soul so infernal,
Could produce such beautiful music, eternal,
Perhaps I have never lost my heart,
to produce such wondrous works of art

Look to the sky, and embrace the rain,
Listen to my eternal disdain,
See past the fire and the burning coals,
And help me to free the withered soul

From a far distance I traced the city outline
Watching it become a shadow as the sun starts to fall behind
I elevate my mind beyond the highest peaks
Thats where temptation wanders and the devil begins to speak to me
Sometimes I listen and other times I glow
Something like a halo but its the noose that tries to break my bones
Searching through the chaos just to find some peace
I try to spread my wings but gravity wont let me leave
I found inspiration somewhere along the interstate
Something about the sunset I know one day will lead me to my grace
I met a woman named Faith but her face I could not see
It was tattooed and scarred with stitches where her eyes once use to be
She wore a tattered white dress yellowing from mold
She opened up her hands and her eyes were sewn into her palms
One showed me heaven and the other one showed me hell
Overwhelming my conscious mind and my soul began to spill
At the speed of thought the dead and broken started pulling me down
Unwilling to let my earthbound body to escape this shaky ground
But if this is my heaven and hell then I have the choice to leave
To separate myself from unholy wars and rewrite the pages of my destiny


~ JJF ~

It's way past midnight
no birthday bells
just the arrival
of another day..

Maybe a fresh start
my woman
is mad at me
over something frivolous..

It was my wish
she would call today
I'm one year older
Happy Birthday to me!

I have been here so very long
It seems like a lifetime to me
But it is not
That will only occur
When all is said and done
There can be no escape
When there are no bars or walls
Or locked doors that cannot
Be opened, when in reality
They do not even exist
But it is torture, just the same
I still feel the barbed wire
That bleeds me
And the demons that haunt me
And tear at my very soul
Only loneliness brings me comfort
As it is my only companion
For I have been abandoned
Sadly, not by you
But by me

Damm I suck,
Not good enough,
Not for anyone,
And its frustrating!

Tried my hands on,
Fixing broken stuffs,
They became worst,
Than it actually was.

And then I tried,
Entering poetry contests,
Only to be denied,
Of reaching top spot!

Forget about a life,
Who gives a damm?
f*cking loser I am,
Loneliness my fate.

What am I good at?
Every corner a dead end,
Give me a god damm sign,
That I am not useless!

Am I screwed for life?
Everything I do goes wrong,
Why do you save me so many times?
Why do I breathe still?

Even the army thinks I am a waste,
Spending good money on me to train,
Im off the hook with nothing to lose ,
Feeling my contribution is of no use.

I can't sing or dance,
Nor sell a pair of socks,
Even the priests avoid me,
Too much trouble I think.

I am left in the dark,
Not knowing what to do,
When you're not sure of yourselves,
What's the point in hanging around.

Another one bites the dust,
I've got the worst of luck,
Living on this world so aimlessly,
Oh why am I still here Lord?

Sleepless at night,
I cry deep inside,
It hurts so bad,
And it still does.

Void is not even close,
To describe someone lame,
I am ten times more,
Than the words above.

Am I good with kids?
I will never know,
Coz I am living alone,
Without someone to love.

Now I am very upset,
Have no skills or talent,
Poetry is all that I had,
But now I close the hatch.

By the way if you're reading this,
I am pouring all my heart out here,
Coz I am giving up on myself,
And will end this poem as my very last.

Under the veil of darkness
The Scorpio Woman waits
For her revenge.
Excitement surges
Through her every fibre
As she waits in anticipation.

She is dangerous,
Intoxicating, mesmerizing.
Her eyes piercing
With hypnotic intensity -
Ever watchful.

A superficial calm outer appearance
Hides her hot inner turmoil.
Her s*xual energy
Betrays her -
Images of tender love
Invade her mind.

Soon the object of her love
Is in her arms,
He must treat her well -
Her sting is fatal.


I know we Scorpio Woman get a bad press, but I am happy being me.

Last night I dreamed
your eyes were lit
in a world of fire
your kisses struck
like heat lightning
many moons rose and fell
tides pulled the shoreline closer
you transparent as a ghost
and in the heat of this frozen night
we were still there...

You the porcelain doll
eyes that open and shut
words yet to crack
mute rain between us
eyelashes black and shiny
sitting on the edge of the mountain
with just a shallow stare...

My body gliding to you
I try and break through
waves that have become mountains
that cover the pale skyline...

Campbells and winchesters,
Dean,sam and John,
Together they are the Hunters,
Of the unknown Supernaturals.



They summoned,shoot.stakes and burnt,
Their preys of lore and legend,
Vampires,shapeshifters,zombies and demons,
You name them and they fought with them.



Castiel is their guardian Angel,
Against the yellow eyed demon Azazel,
Chosen a human with demon's blood,
To open up the Hell's gate.



Then there is Lilith the white,
Daughter to the father of lies,
Who wants to break 66 seals,
To free Supreme Lucifer from Hell.



There's two ways to kill a fallen,
One of their own ancient dagger,
Another is a Colt demon killing gun,
Which leaves more monster trails for the hunt.

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His blood flowing warm
she drinks it like chocolate
grasping and screaming...