Friday, January 22, 2016

Complacently

Complacently

Resisting I am not typing this,
I’m in denial still.
Persisting as I do each day,
I’m holding off the tomb.
I can’t be held accountable,
There just aren’t rules for this.

Not thinking of the words I say,
Not lying there in wait.
My lack of order on the page,
Complacent are my eyes.
Flailing without motioning,
Screaming with no sound.

Apparent is my crumbled state,
My cheek upon the ground.
My burgled will is on display,
Its guts are hanging down.
No resolve to save the day,
The song just ends like this.

JKF

1/22/16

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Stone



Stone


Carved from granite, meteor etched, and baked on the sun.

I am.

Expect compassion from a shooting star.

You do.

Pretend a smile and tease a laugh, praying for your life.

That’s you.

Behind a face that understands, you’re wasting every breath.

That’s me.

Gloating all the while you hide.

That’s you.

Holding in my palm your hope.

You guessed it.

Me


JKF

1/21/16

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Reign

Reign

You are loving me into oblivion, sweeter than this breath.
Not a chance to resist, no escape from the lure.
I know I will feel like shit when I’m done,
 I don’t seem to care.
I’ve been here before and felt the pain,
I’ve cried myself to sleep.
I’ve sworn off of your nectar, your false entice.
I’ve regurgitated spoil,
You! I will not break.
I cannot give!
You will not suck me down.
I’m smarter than you are, you’re nothing.
My will will win this game.
No, I won’t succumb to you,
I’m stronger than you are.
Sweet, beautiful and so demure,
You think I’m such a crumb.
You’re wrong cause here I stand with you,
I’m showing off my stuff.
I won’t give in, I won’t be had,
You’d think I’d had enough.

JKF
1/20/16

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Glen for Glenn.



Looks Like the End


Thank you for the moments I remember and the ones I don’t.
You were always there.
The tears that spill tonight,
are for some other time,
when I was better than I am.
Without your words and melodies, there’d be no me at all.
As life I know the sad belongs as much as joy and so,
My hearts a dam that’s breaking now to let the rivers flow.

JKF

1/19/16

Monday, January 18, 2016

Ridic

Ridic


I can’t seem to grow up
I think I’m mature and then I get lost obsessing about how immature
Someone else is
I’m lost in one of those internal session now
If only they would grow the fuck up, everything would be ok
Just had to say it out loud
Ridiculous

I gotta grow up man

JKF
1/18/16

Sunday, January 17, 2016

poem#1

Poem per day. Day #1


I am here and you are not…I like it that way.
Thanks for leaving me alone…makes me feel at ease.
Too bad it took me all these years…to understand my plight.
So sad I wasted so many fears…trying to be you.
This bubble in which I find myself…had my name etched all over it.
Fucking hell I been through…and its always been here.
Day #1 exists so I can go… forward from this breath.
All that matters to me now…is this page and on it words.

JKF

1/17/16

Monday, July 21, 2014

Breathe in



Breathe in, breathe out.
Experience this exquisite moment.
Do not let anything  spoil this.
Not worry or even thought.
Breathe in, breathe out.

JKF

7/21/14

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Joy Hides Everywhere



This life is full. My heart is grateful. 
I feel a peace and serenity at times. 
When my feelings are not so joyous, 
I am able to accept them as an 
equally important aspect of this life. 
This gives me joy.




JKF

6/12/14

Monday, June 2, 2014

Paradox


Peace of mind comes drifting in…
A feeling unexpected.
When did I ask for this?
Heart and mind connected.
How am I alone but calm…
What does this silence cost?
A freedom nearly left behind.
A search gave up for lost.

JKF

5/31/14

Monday, May 26, 2014

The Definition of...

The Definition of…

I float…
Sinking is my fear, but upon entering the water,
I float.
Each time I enter the water, whether it’s water or not,
I float.
Sinking is my fear even though I float…
One might say I am not well, believing that I will sink…
But,
Upon entering the water, my fear is sinking.
And yet I float, again and again, I float.
Not a shaky slippery sinking float.
But a buoyantly beautiful peaceful drifting…float.
As I float, I am wondering when I will sink.
Even though my float has taken on a magical effortless almost flying quality.
I am float-flying! It is magnificent!
I’m sending out this message to anyone who might hear it.
I might be sinking. Can you help me?

JKF

5/26/14