Stolen Quote

I think the tea is ready and it’s time to take the bag out.

How fucking long must the liquid steep, before it goes rancid?

So pick up the cup and toss the tea, it’s time to drink from life.

Take a sip and then a gulp and drink the shit down.

After all if you don’t drink it, you might as well dump it out.

If you’re not going to use it, throw it.

Life as a teabag, all of its metaphors and still you wait.

The cup will stain, the water go bad the reason for it lost.

There’s still time.

It will be alright in the end, and if it’s not alright then trust me, 

it’s not yet the end.

JKF

3/30/13

Still

I am becoming…

It has begun.

I feel the presence of it lurking…

Each day it’s volume grows.

I am evolving as they say…

And changing ever slowly.

Deep beneath my flagging skin…

Where muscle used to rule.

And further in my soul it seems…

And all that I comprise.

Bit by bit the shadow hides…

More of my normal traits.

Till all that’s left are clues…

Indications and allusions.

Leftovers, bits and pieces, relics…

Of me before the change.

It has begun…

Visibility has weakened.

I am still buzzing on the inside…

Yet outward live unseen.

JKF 3/24/13

Pardon

My life has been a slow attempt on it.

Suicide on the installment plan…

Every ounce of energy spent on annihilation.

Secretly seeking solace in isolation.

Quietly aiming for the end…

My life goal of self extinction has failed

And I live…

I live to my surprise each day…

As a matter of fact, each breath.

Moment by moment I re-align…

A compass in my head.

Small adjustments that catch my wind…

And put me on a course.

For what I’m sure there is no reason…

And no design or art.

Yet something like a prayer…

A silent second comes.

I am saved and resurrected…

A groundless pardon served.

JKF 3/24/13

Wasted

Wasted, time…breath…energy…life.

Dreaming of, emptiness…darkness…nothing.

Feeling, tired…broken…defeated.

Living, barely…ineffectively…useless.

Remembering, insecurities…humiliation…embarrassment.

Longing for, rest…quiet…the end.

Wasted, dreaming, feeling, living, remembering, longing for…decay.

JKF 3/24/13

One Love

Peace to you my friend and love.

I will always love you

Peace to you my friend and joy

My hopeful wish for you.

Though I may not be in your arms

Tonight

Though the heartless skies are black.

Peace to you my friend and love

Though we didn’t make amends for all the pain we brought

We didn’t cry in vain we didn’t cry in vain oh no we cried for love.

Inside my blood you travel dear, inside my cells you live.

And with each cut that bleeds my love, I see your face again.

Thanks to you my friend for love

Unlike another heart,

Thanks to you my dear for love

Yours is the only one

Ours is the only one

You are the only one.

You are the one my love

JKF

3/22/13

Cold Kiss

I want to be the one to kiss your forehead when you’re gone.

I know it sounds gruesome but, I want to be the one.

I wouldn’t mind it also, if. I could be there as you die, if I could feel your final breath and hear your last request.

And could it be me you call on to hold you when you’re scared?

And be the last warm kiss you give

The one I’ll miss the most.

JKF

3/21/13

Evanescence

Evanescense

There!

Did you see that?

Never mind it’s just me…

On the in breath I had a catch,   a stutter   or skipped beat,

Then on the out breath,    there… there it is again.

Just out of the corner… in the corner…I didn’t really see it.   I felt it.   A hollow, so dark…for a moment    I    was gone.

That must be what it feels like to be blind…and deaf.

I felt it slip a   little.

I feel it more these days…well, I never felt it before    but since the first time, I can summon it.

I felt it slip away.

Deep    black    and     silent…

I felt it slip.

Life.

Slipping or slithering away… this is new…

JKF

3/19/13