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What matter, furrowed lines onward age,
long shadows play o'er complexions grace,
foul fallen to dials inconsiderate stage,
cosmetic hope alas fails youth's lost face,
fleeting flown, flaxen locks once gay,
grown grey by impotent hours instead,
life's brief date, its terror thus on display,
as athletic breath to satanic fires fled,
no matter, still we live in April's green,
sporting all, fair and vibrant true,
to better sketch, love in beauty's sheen,
a canvas gilded, in rich ornaments anew,

peerless gems are memories sparkling brave,
life's best jewel I've loved that heaven gave.

***
The verse is
Probably called
What to you, used to
Listening to silence,
A bird will bring,
And
You think is yours…

***
Sometimes the hush is such,
That nothing can be
Heard.
I like
the birth of words
That came to rescue…


The Teacher

Sometimes I think
I was born so that you should
Just look at me,
Show surprise
And
Walk on…


Winter

A bird’s nest
As a last resort
For the ravaged tree.

I'd stared at my thumb awhile
Stench of garlic
That found how
To defile the air.

As my mind was elated
To matter of fact.

Pigeon toed, knock knee'd
Slight, cross of an eye
As one shat the bed
One that's in single file.

Correcting political
Ways you must think
An order that brings light to this day.

Offensive, conducive,
Production of thought
Brings upon more
Internal depart.

Deep down inside
Your sugar coated thoughts
Reality is slim
As days pass that by.

Those seconds of thought
Where you've come to decide
Creating a base
For the future to come.

Political correctness
Will never make strong
The future that comes
When your

~

Life is gone.


~Bentlee~

In the dark of the night I awake wishing for a man so true. But thus it is not so for I give my heart and thus gets broken. Oh will thy man come to save me from my lonely heart. But this is the night of thine own heart.

When it is my time please place marble stones from head to feet
Also Bring a birthday cake and a circus clown with a trampoline
Have a standup comedian to speak at my eulogy
Surely Dave Chapelle will have me pushing up daisies
Drink a lot of happy sauce and only think of happy thoughts
While playing quarters on my casket and doing crazy body shots
No formal dismal colors come like you're dressed for a parade
To honor those who've passed and with our lives we celebrate
If nothings to be said about the dash between my birth and death
Just know I lived it to the fullest and I always did my best
Im going way beyond the moon further past a trillion stars
To the beginning of forever in a form without my scars
With a pocket full of dreams that I will spread across the skies
As a reminder there is hope and that we''ll never have to say goodbye

~ JJF ~

It is evening now.
And the cold wind blows away
The words from my lips
I cannot distract my mind
From thinking.
Once upon a time
In my old house
There lived a man,
Who was a part of me .
He lived as many summers
As many winters I did .
And we were called WE...
WE cannot be found now
In the crowd
Anymore.
When winter comes
All that happened before
Is happening again.
As if the calendar has all the numbers
Backwards,
The watch stops
And the time do not run at all .
Have you heard how time sounds?
How does it sing?
And how silent it can be
For centuries?
He lived as many summers
As many winters I did. .
And we were called We...

silently blowing
in a baited breath
i whisper
in the breeze
my dearest
bowled over
amazing beautiful

far away
in a starry sky
the heart
just missed
a beat

a feeling
within one's breath
did you
just kiss
my soul

coming out
in mist
with the sweetest
most beautiful words
a soul
of such beauty

shining at
the rainbows end
my god
never let
one see
those beautiful eyes

tipping one's hat
i smile to you
if ever i did
i would adore
the light
within the candle

you hypnotize
my dreams
melting in the deepest
embracing one;s soul
one with yours
beyond words

the soul flies
in the spirit
joing of stars
ocean waves
crashing onto
the cliffs
kissing you passionately
tonight i dream
its you

Let us embrace
the dark
with love and rapture.

With a passion
that overthrows life
a riot in our hearts.

Light a candle
we feel
the vibration
coming from the flame.

It burns it's way
into our psyche
clear as a crystal
we possess an eagles eye.

I lay bare before you
feeling content
loving you
in your nakedness...

There was a girl
who lived in the wood.
Some say she was bad
only when she was good.

She could make good choices
but she never would.
Maybe she heard voices,
I never quite understood.

She suffered much trauma,
it scarred her for life.
Maybe it was Karma
she caused such strife.

She never will marry,
or be faithful to one.
Her mind made her weary,
had to be high to have fun.

She made choices always bad,
its so very tragic.
Seems they loose all they had,
Especially love,that holds the magic

Make good choices always, you will always be glad,

Turkey, Tom Turkey displayed on the table

come all and eat me if your able

Come and taste my breast of tender white

and enjoy my meal with delight

Fest on my wings, legs and thighs

and later we will shop for the Christmas buys