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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

My love good night
I'm blinking and sinking
into my pillow
the silence deep
wishing to talk to you
before I sleep...

I'm drifting soon
to green meadows
shining full moon
shooting stars
where wishes go
may you dream of us
and have a sunny tomorrow..

May you have visions
of a far away land
may God watch over you
in the palm of his hand..

Night my love
good night...

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 ~

Often alone
in midst of people
picturing you
being pleased
pleasing me
in love with you
defeat in victory
remaining loyal to my killer...

Fire woman
lightning in my sky
shooting star
Juliet, Guinevere and Eloise
you are you
burning ember
funereal pyre
love is fire
without hurting...

I was not looking
least twas not my intent...
for my heart I had put to sleep
Safe from all despair.
I had built a fortress,
Inpenetrable around my heart
I was infallible or so I thought..
until one day out of the blue, you appeared
and something in the way you spoke
a vulnerability I sensed in you,
an urgency that awakened in me
feelings long cast asunder,
hidden away to hibernate for evermore..
And yet you were able to break through
and return to me something of great value
that had been missing for so long..
My heart.

Lady of beautyness
for whom I hope be lost,
What I do to heal myself
of this disease that lasts so much?

Your sight caused me
a pain which you think not,
that if you do not heal me,
I will die wretched.

I think it should be better
I was die when I was born,
that not I would always say:
"For overcome you I overcame myself."

And if your beauty
always tries to lose me,
I won’t be able to heal myself
of this disease that lasts so much

That if your beauty
want to lose me totally,
sad, I can not to heal myself
of this disease that lasts so much.

The bright mirror I braved; the devil in it

Loved me like my soul; my soul

Now that I seek myself in a Serpent

My smile is fatal.


Nile moves in me; my thighs splay

Into the squalled Mediterranean.

My brain hides in that Abyssinia

Lost armies foundered towards.


Desert and river unwrinkle again

Seeming to bring them the waters

that make drunk. Caesar, Pompey, Antony I drank.

Now let the snake reign.


A half-deity out of Capricorn this rigid Augustus mounts

With his sword virginal indeed!

And has shorn summarily

The moon-horned river


From my bed. May the moon ruin him with virginity!

Drink me, now, whole, with coiled Egypt's past

Then from my Delta swim

Like a fish toward Rome.

My life arrived today
Four cardboard boxes
Battered by sadness
Torn with heartache
Stained with spilt emotions
And tied with sorrow
They had travelled this land
Nearly as far as I
And seen so much more
Than most hearts could bear
They looked as if grief
Was not a choice
But always mandatory
I cut the string
Hope opened the covers
They were empty
Except for a small
Piece of notepaper
That was as desolate
As I

Looking down your mind hits the bottom
Through your eyes not a blink
Adrenaline flows
As you stand on the front of your feet
On your toes.

Knuckles in white grasping rail tight
As you look too the bottom
Your minds fear of height

Your fighting the fear
Drops of sweat on the shirt
As your knuckles in white
Close the eyes makes it worse.

Lift a foot u turn green
get me down "NOW" . . . . . enough I've seen~



~Bentlee~

Friend is a word that I don't throw around
Though it's used and abused, I still like the sound
I save it for folks who've done right by me
And I know I can count on, if ever need be.

Some of my friends drive big limousines
Own ranches and banks and visit with queens
And some of my friends are up to their neck
In overdue notes and can't write a check.

They're singers and ropers and writers of prose
And others, God help them, can't blow their own nose!
I guess being friends has nothing to do
With talent or money or knowing who's who.

It's a comfortable feeling when you don't have to care
About choosing your words or being quite fair
Because friends'll listen and just go on by
Those words you don't mean and not bat an eye

It makes a friend happy to see your success
They're proud of your good side and forgive all the rest
That isn't so easy, all of the time
Those times they get crazy and seem to go blind!

Your friend might have to just take you on home
Or remind you sometimes, that you're not alone
Or ever so gently pull you back to the ground
When you think you can fly with no one around.

A hug, or a shake, whichever seems right
Is the high point of giving, I'll tell you this night
All wordly riches and tributes of men
Can't hold a candle to the worth of a friend.