C.F Francis Poems

sometimes i say harsh-full things
and don't give a damn about
broken hearts, broken spirit shattering
to shards....
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How can you, most Forgiving one?

I used to serve you,
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It’s time to turn the page and end the chapter,
Don’t leave any more bookmarks there for you
Will remember again. Keep it close and never
Go back. Skip to the chapter where there
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His words sing through my ears
Slowing the tempo of my heart
With his rhythmic ends. His ink wept
The paper, they both swirly dance slowly
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Throughout my life, it was the
Most the High who is to be blame
For the mixture of colours.
He penetrates me with gasses
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Emptied souls glide the surface of the earth
With their long stretch anesthetized hands
Elongate to the heavens. Their crack skulled
Faces are painted with the colour death.
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Why art though sadden by earthly feelings
And broken words?
If only you open your eyes and
See what is ahead?
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I saw them rip his guts out.
They starve him, beat him and ill treat him.
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'Who are you to say
I must take a knife and kill my flesh?
Is this your number one test?
You SAW what happen to my brother,
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Beneath the mask her wander lies
projecting an image for lovers eyes.
Such endless beauty my eyes behold,
under the mask she wears so bold
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