Tuesday, August 27, 1996

What are you thinking?
Why do you ask?
Are you too sinking?
Not up for the task?
Can you hang with me?
On a mind fuck bend?
A trip to the eyes of see,
Slow crisp burning wind.
Long walk on the road,
Far distant in travel,
Carrying someone else’s load,
As mysteries unravel,
Simple lives are lead,
Daily things go on,
Tend to dread,
Feeling you don’t belong,
Everyone’s someone they are not,
Or at least trying to be,
Now I think I forgot,
If this is the real me.
Lost in false zone,
Wear honesty’s shadow,
Learn in voice tone,
Between truth and tattle.
FenniganT "96"

Whispers

Girl I see your love,
It whispers my name,
Calling from above,
Both still the same.
If it’s why how and when,
Or where, who, in which way,
I can’t tell truth from sin,
Don’t know what to say.
My heart calls day in and out,
Crying begging for you,
I’ve forgotten about,
Maybe you feel this too.
Embarrassed at the stop look sign,
Looking clearly in my mind,
Of days I scream and whine,
To see what emotion I can find.
Then overboard I call,
To put back the pieces,
At the end of it all,
The tension just increases.
What to learn from this?
Where’s the answer?
To harmony and bliss………
FenniganT “96”