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es I dreamt the other night
There was something not right
My brother's ex-wife and her boyfriend died,
They died and gone to grave awhile
Then you mother you dug them up
Two huge manniquen dolls they looked
Yes Mother you told me to. Play
Play with them, if I want
Romance in life

Another cold night sitting at the edge of my bed?
I'm surrounded by these things I want but they have no substenance
Can I download happiness or does it plug into my walls
What is the point of autonomy when a little button does it all
Because what I need feels the same as breathing
Like when I look to the west and Im California dreaming
So I made some plans the rest I left to chance
But most of all it was due to event circumstance
Every day I try to make sense and understand
When all I need is to feel my heart inside your hand
But then you took my beating flesh and ripped it out
Shoving a fist full of shit back down my mouth
Ive ate enough of it before to not mind the taste
Its something like bitter sweetness but hold the grace
Then I searched myself laying back down on my bed
I realize this to will pass and the sun will shine again

why does it seem unfair
life seems so unfair
it hurts when I breathe
tears fall in countless streams
pain lives in my eyes
sadness rules the skies
do rainbows have an end
to feel happy once again

why does my heart hurt so
your face engraved you know
your smile on my mind
but I was not in time
thoughts float then escape
if I could change my fate
to be in love I wouldn't care
and take away this despair

it hurts to stop the bleeding
no words lost the meaning
alone left in the cold
to walk down this lonely road
darkness rules my skies
the lights gone it left my eyes
it shined once but not again
give me real and not pretend

Sometimes it is dangerous to stop on a bridge
To look out into still water as your hands touch the edge
Then without knowing your toes are now hanging over the ridge
All the thoughts flowing through your head
A tear comes to your eye as you now stand out on the ledge

Now you’re standing there looking out
No one around to hear you cry or shout
Now all you have is your thoughts
Some will help you hold on for your life
Others will push your buttons and push you closer to the edge
As they are the ones that fill your head
The ones that remind you of your troubles and strife

You will find that bad memories take control
And now your eyes fill up and tears begin to roll
Now you grip starts to looses
The still water calls out to you
All the lost soul looking for you
To the last step and let them guide you through

If you find yourself stand here
Just as I do
Keep a memory close to you
One that will your heart with joy
That will make you feel loved and alive

I can’t grantee it will make you stop
But it will fill you with love and you decide
Should I really make this dive

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To walk of walls and grated floors
I slipped my tiny foot
across the misty moor

With Castle towers
like doomed clouds
I sat
Then screamed aloud

To you

No sweeping of the bird
Yet creeping of the curd

I saw the cushion
of sad

A blooded
connection
Sing and soul

Let me understand the toll

Of years gone by
of swallows fly
beasties sting

But then
I can only fling
Forget my shoes

Having a heart
I can never lose

Sweep my years
Sudden my body

Lay me down
Or will I

Greet me
Never Lie


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I've been crawling through my insides
Trying to figure out where it all begins
Than I feel the ground beneath me tremble
Is there something below the surface rising
The foundation begins to crumble
The walls I have built they come crashing down
Swallowed by this chaos it pulls me under
Into this insecure world that I've been hiding
As I crawl between the empty spaces
I try to put the pieces where they all fit in
But is hope just delightful thinking or a device used for shedding skin
Angels above me begin singing
They tell me to open up my heart again
A demon than appears before me
and he extends his hand with a freindly grin
Casting a calm reflection of who I was or who I really am
Guided by a faint dismal light I'll overcome this hell within

~JJF ~

Fiery breath
Teeth like blades
Scales to protect
Eyes dark

Penetrating. Stare
Wing s ready to take the air
To fly upoun the naked winds
To glide with ease

To draw the dragons breath
To fly and pounce
To stare upon the dragond breath
Hot flames below out

Fire hot
To melt
Talons and claw
The dragon the creature of death

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Hopeful but its so mundane
Filling the hollowness with more empty pleasure
But it takes my hand and and walks me through this withering decay
Into the ecliptic silence,
Self medicated diluted dreams
A mixture of over stimulation and desensitizing me
Somewhere between ominous and beautiful
Letting the darkness consume my conscious brain
Until the sun can realign and pulls me back into this day
To overcome this strange numbness
Of self inflicted shadowing
Butterflies once warmed me up inside until I pulled off all their wings
Holding memories I cant forget while praying to a God who has forgot
But we are only allowed to keep the things that we have already lost
Sometimes living is not enough without sovereignty
As these flightless insects crawl back inside
Then perhaps through their death life would be more satisfied
Finger deep I draw a line then stand to face a blackened sky
I reevaluate Your presence now without You Lord then where am I
Because this is me You were my light, subsequently my faith has died
Somewhere below the surface of this shifting unstable world of mine

His soft breath is hot and compelling
My heart is beating fast
I can hear the angels calling
But my strength is fading fast

Tears are silently rolling down my cheeks
I can hear the demons whisper
My body feels weak as I wonder
Will tonight be a night I'll remember

I can hear the angels calling me
Their sweet voices calms my soul
But the demons whispers are stronger
And have on me a magnetic hold

Drowning out the angelic source
His kiss has made me weak
but I will forever keep on fighting
For my mind and soul are mine alone to keep

The Viking gallery slipped quietly through the night
the oars just barely skimming the gentle swell
sails were fur-lowed tight to help hide it from sight
the warriors ready for the signal sounded by the bell

Silently they landed, ferocious was their appearance
wielding their great battle axes wearing winged helmets
they crept up on the sleeping village in timeless trance
plundering and pillaging killing some helpless pets

Taking captive the fairest of the maids enslaving burly men
to work the gallery's oars, filling the hold with stolen treasure
drinking wine from carved horns and spit roasting a tasty hen
soon well into their cups they ravished most maids keeping one pure

She of flaxen hair and hour glass figure and tender years was spared
a most fitting present for their king, the rest would be auctioned for profit
the coin added to the treasury. Now under full sail the waves they dared
knowing a welcome most raucous awaited they now their torches lit

Their king was most pleased with his gift and vowed they would be wed
a great feast was prepared and the mead flowed thick and sweetly
the Viking cheered as their king took the maid first as wife then to bed
weeping as she was ravished, he rode her like a bull until she bled badly

Back to the feast he downed some horns then lay down to sleep
the maid waited until all was silent and then into his heart she struck deep
she took back her shame as he lay dying knowing her own death she did reap
turning the dagger on herself her life no value she slipped into eternal sleep