without you

The world feels so different
Sublime, surreal, subdued.
Grief strikes the bold
Cripples the relentless
Razes the many and the few

With what do we defend?
With what do we ward off
This invisible fiend, a thief
Who should not have come
This soon.

The world feels so different
Melancholy, grey and hue-less.
Silence mutes our tears
Rage shatters our silence
Memory emblazons our grief.

With what do we defend?
What company can we muster
To bring back joy; stolen
Who should not have gone
This soon.

- JF 2008 -

the world just feels different. Words do not mute my tears only make them fall harder. Your kindness gave me courage when I needed it most. If I never told you in life - may you know now - I am so thankful. I am so blessed. I am forever blessed. 

Empty Handed

Spring had come in the middle of my youth
bringing flowers, milk and merry
bright joyous laughter
burden 'ever carried
from morn's light through even' tarry
my heart felt full
and without fear

I questioned not its enduring light
the warmth of friendship
sweet words delight
nor cautioned my heart
to tred lightly
knowing spring is ne'r eternal

But there is summer and the fall
a thousand years before it all
ends; and winter bends
all to have the earth embrace us

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(second edit)

Empty Handed

Spring came in the middle of my youth
bringing flowers, milk and merry
joyous laughter’s burden ever carried
from morn's light through even' tarried
my heart felt full and without fear.
I questioned not its enduring light:
the warmth of friendship
sweet words delight
nor cautioned my heart
to tred light - ly
knowing spring is never eternal.
But there is summer and aging fall
a thousand years before
it ends;
and winter bends
all
to have the earth embrace us.
A thousand years!
I protest and in anger do confess
The seasons changed their minds
For winter came swift and silent
A slumbering flower, young and bright
Felt the chill of frost’s embrace
A random act
Or fate
Either - life of love did fade

And here I am
In the midst of springs retreat
With winter snapping at my feet
I still bent down to linger
and in its fading fragrance found
my heart comes up empty handed

The earth embraced too soon
The flower

Descibing self

I am like orange not quite made up on red
like blue with the hints of jealous green
waiting for a cloud to cover my sky 
a brilliant piece of paper
for which to write a thought

I am like wind, not quite a hurricane
though at times one might argue otherwise
like rain left mesmerized upon a pane of glass
left to ask the question of what is next
as it trails after gravity

I am like a window not yet rid of rose
like hazelnut coffee filled with raving bits of chocolate
longing for cream to drip over and slip
sip
and meander into a world
of smiles and sighs

This is how I describe
me

VOTE VIRGINIA - VOTE!!!

I got to work late, because I voted this morning and I could not be more proud!  Not only is my voice being recorded, but my right to bitch is thoroughly sealed!  
You may think it doesn't matter - but you are wrong... it does.   

So Vote VIRGINIA!!  VOTE!

Make a difference, share your voice.  Because in the end it is not about if your choice wins or loses - its about letting the people hear your voice.  

Even a small voice can launch a the mission of a million souls... even a small voice can resonate in the minds of this great nation.  

So VOTE Virginia!! VOTE!!!  

On My Uncle's Birthday

My God Bless & Keep you
May your path be filled with adventure and joy
May love always grace your heart & leave joyous footprints of memory in its wake.

Caidoz, evol, em, etah, dog...

If I spell it backwards
will it make it more relevent
more solvent
more heaven sent
divine
Like a fine wine
drunk on a Saturday night
paired with cheese pizza
or like a blue sky
painted on by grey
clouds
or will it make it less meaningfull
stomach ached
and over filled with the sense of 
reality
slowly brewed and 
topped with lemons
sliced and never squeezed

If I spell it backwards
does it change
does it
change?