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opening in horror
mouth severing tongue
ruptured emotions
spilling hurt
burning heartaches
teardrops of anguish
no more happiness

inside thorns tear
in torment
inside out
no compassion
with that
of sympathy
blue cold beating
turning dark
as the rose
turns black

as petals fall
ashes of feelings
a rose dies
into embers
falling thorns
from the wound
leaving scars
upon life

black rose
you are barred
there is no place
in your heart
so one says goodbye
to forever part

Dark of sky
Eerie fright
Beat of wing
Out of sight

Kiss of wind
Songs of night
Sprawling gloom
Visions blight


Raptors cry
Vermins plight
Sowing doom
From Angel heights

Ghastly fiend
'Nephilim' might
Reaping woe
Impedance slight

Baleful cry
Ceasing flight
'Rigor' of terror
In wings benight

'Aeon of Shades'
Savoring strife
Gleefully dines
On the spark of life.

The walls are getting higher
The light dimmer, darker
Efforts to reach out, quashed
Your thirst remains, unquenched
Your screams and wails now muffled!

Sunken into a timid sea of despair
Allowed yourself to turn into a slave
To the fear of a cold existence
Lacking in affection, dried up, bare
Killing what's left of sanity and self-esteem

You who once walked the world bravely
Over many chasms of narrow planks
Without fear, insecurity nor regrets
Confident in venturing off your comfort zone
With the love and faith of love ones, buoyed

Self-confidence, self-worth and even faith
They come in not one but innumerable forms
Degree of affection you perceive to receive
Creates in you a feeling of trust or fear
Ain't action speaks louder than voice?

Once lavished, affection poured..
A touch, a look, a voice tinged in none but love
A prince or a princess; you're wanted, worthy, loved!
The very bubble that you thought would last
The very forces that gave Zest in your life!

But when affection gradually is recoiled
When the heat turns into bitter cold
And merry voices flipped sided with eerie silence
Your desperate pleas falling constantly on deaf ears...
Fobbed off, ...what's left there is to hold on?


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With her ruby red lips
Long flowing blonde hair
Her seductive charm
The sway of her hips

The seductress
The actress
Pretends to romance charm her lover
To the bedroom she seduses him

Offers her heavenly sole her curves her charm
One last long seductive kiss
To her heavenly bussom her deathly kiss
She make her lover

Feel so special
For the seductress she is
She pretend to be his for one night only
For plans she has

Her one last kiss goodbye
With one shoot into his heart
One pull of the trigger
She the seductress

For his endowment
She will scarifice her love one last time

Like steam from boiling water, this pain rise.
Rain clouds fester in these eyes.
As they burst, falling are droplets of sadness.
Dismal grey paints a color of the absence of happiness
You were made to make me hurt.
Yet with this mistress of misery I can’t cease to flirt.
Curse be this love, with every wound you carve I bleed.
I refuse to take refuge and before you I kneel.to your every need.
But for you, this agony of mine and the sum of my fears,
I will hide behind these silent tears.

Sitting round the camp fire
the men told each other tales
as the night went on each one
became more elaborate by turn

Tales of whoppers that got away
a few night time bed stories
of this and that very lush ladies
they swopped some hunting stories

As the fire started to die down
thoughts turned to spooky things
headless horsemen and the like
chilling in the dead of night

A sharp crack of a branch heard
making them all jump a mile
torchlight shone through the tent
the last of their company now here

He was a born narrator as he told
of the grey wolf that prowled
how the Native Americans said
to hear or see it meant death

Just then as if on cue, a howl
then they realized the narrator
was no longer there, just vanished
into the night air leaving nothing

Spooked they settled for the night
next day in a hurry they packed up
when they got back to the town
they learned the narrator had passed

On his way to join their camp out
he had been hit head on by a truck
and had died at the scene of the crash
his ghost narrated the story last night

joining them for one last time
before departing for the after life
now when ever they hear the howl
a shudder runs down their spines

On the battle field the bombs fell
Battle scared
Bomb craters
Dismemberd dead

Some partly alive shot
Blood stained
Some missing limbs
Over the battlements

They gather running as fast as they can
Dart here darting there
Falling bombs beware
With rifles in hand

And granades they slowly fight for their cause
Freedom their fighting cause
Milloins dead
Fallen dieing young

On flanders field they fight a lost cause
Blood flows the trenches deep
Poppies gather to the fallen they weep
Blood red they flutter in the wind they salute the fallen dead

Shoulder to shoulder Army and Marines
21st century soldier lethal killing machines
Were to take this strong hold and set nations free
Starting with ridding this city from insurgent filled streets
Gave civilians early warning tomorrow we'll invade
Closing in to the center until our enemies are laid waste
If you remained in the city then you're presumed to be a threat
Honestly I've never felt so alive to see so much death
Remove emotions, suppress fears, then move on to the bridge
No mechanism support for this battle just our strong wills to live
From house to house we kicked down every single door
Fueled by adrenaline and hate from the first twenty-six days at war
Prepared to engage in any hand to hand combat
Enclosed battle zones allow for these kind of attacks
Its a different feeling to pull a trigger and watch the bodies fall
Then to fight human eye to human eye bare knuckled in a brawl
Pulling blade from sheath then stabbing the threat seven times in his side
Compassion is a but ghost when its his life or mine
Three more times into the ribs until there was nothing left in his eyes
The day I befriended fear and I brought my knife to a gun fight

Fallujah 11/9/04
3rd & 5th
~ JJF~

Mustered with much consideration to determine,
The paradigm that I’m trapped within.
A paradox that lacks ideas of genuine human nature.
Root question: “Who is to blame for this failure?”
Time has revealed the blackness of those souls within my niches.
Ravenously they feast these parasitic leeches
Maybe I am the anomaly in this obscure reality.
I’ve bare witness to countless self-destructing patterns like a star on the verge of demise.
I’m stranded here, my experiments to escape are futile of which I despise.
Surgeons of immorality with wretched scalpels they dissect my humility
Bending me to see if I can break, measuring my elasticity.
My volatility hidden by a cloak, seen a mirage of one so docile.
Venom sits behind these fangs, this viper ever so vile
How long can I hold high the flag of my temperance?
Will I ever the tailor a fabric of my deliverance?
I tread against the current of an estranged tide, denying convergence.
When will I attain divergence?

I take a breath
Maybe not just yet
Life is strangling my neck
Trudging on this wrecked path
All I hear are my own gasps
The air has ceased to exist
Life intensifying its grip
Sucking up my oxygen
Tearing into my skin
Leaving pools of blood
Tears begin an ugly descent
Just as relief sets in
Life pillages all
I have no breath left
I’m bloodless
Tears surcease
Life is winning
Darkness is encompassing
Before it’s consumption