Friday, May 14, 1999

Sum

In one now,
Following through,
To dissipate,
When you can’t relate,
Like a creature of night,
Silent sleep never dies,
Beaten path traveled,
To go be unraveled,
Got dam revolution on me brain,
Pushing the limits again,
Who’s lazy?
Who’s crazy?
Who’s gonna die this time?
Everyone’s lost,
I don’t follow,
You may lead,
I’m always me,
Push the edge,
Begin again,
Chance the end,
It’s been said,
Sum is better off dead,
The truth comes off,
Cursed and buried,
In this hell of humans,
So we are tossed,
That we don’t know,
Fooled again,
Thinking human……
FenniganT “99”

Tuesday, March 16, 1999

Missing Link

Missing Link

Out of myself begging to be
Flying across freedoms sky
To you I become me
I will not question why

The confusion is here
So rough it’s not to print
Hold on tight my dear
I’m going where my sanity went

Out the door
Is chance to late?
Going to back before
To change my fate
Will I grow tired here?
Begging for a change
All I see is fear
It’s strange to rearrange

Maybe same as before
All seems different
Entering the same door
Was straight now bent?

A puppet for show
The good inside sings
For happiness a chance to grow
While evil cuts the strings

I think it’s up to me
The fateful route to choose
One to feel free
The other to loose

Don’t say in any way
No not you my friend
Stop this you say
Listen to the message you send

I know I talk loud
It’s all bullshit for all to see
Maybe if I weren’t to proud
I to could go free
FenniganT 1996

Sunday, March 14, 1999

Idea of You!

Sarcastic and hateful
The way you play me
Although never dull
I wish to be free
Your iciness
Chills to the bone
As your hopelessness
Goes on and on
Taken for granted
This love I gave
Acting as if I were related
To your worldly grave
Running blind foolish and all
The only time I stop is after the fall
Carefully peacefully I replace the lock
Despising the idea of you
A complete feeling of dread
You don’t even have a clue
Your living with the dead
With your running of mouth
It sickens my very soul
Why have you taking this route
Is misery your only goal?
Well fuck you now
And fuck you forever
No more will I allow
No not now not ever!
It’s up to you
Your life I say
You wouldn’t take a clue
I will stay away
I hate to see it
Closed eyes to you
My only regret
To you I will never be true….
FenniganT 99

Lies

Creating a stoned womb
Hiding in our deluxe imagination
The end is coming soon
For all of our imitation
Honesty bonds us tight
Straight talk is clear
Living is how we fight
When living in fear
Con our way through all
Avoiding the ones who see
Binding begins in fall
Spring to set us free
For we can not trust
These limits of unknown
We do as they must
In zero control zone
Immaculate our making
God we are all
Our little worlds are waiting
Our beck and call
Why we don’t know this
Not only I do you see
But all and forever this
Might and magic within the
Answer the prayer quick
My little one
I am about to be sick
With all this fun…….
FenniganT 99

Wednesday, March 10, 1999

Here I go

Insanity is the cry of guilty madmen,
Only we so stained inside know the scream,
Inside the depths it climbs,
High above the pit of the soul,
Drowning in a sea of black, here I go
Craving consistent demolition
Pardon of grey fearing the night
Cold stare reaching fast
Terminates any future or past
Sacred and dying
Chivalry of the heart
Bleeding me of being
All around in and out
Here I go
Purchased and paid for, that I am.
Light is shining to nowhere
Don’t want and never did,
But here I go………
FenniganT. 1999

Tuesday, March 9, 1999

My Question

Days of past are no interest to me
The future I do not ponder
In today only I see
Its miracles of wonder
Within an eye blink
Losing my grasp
Why to think
Of future and past

Today is the only answer
To my question I can find
Looking for a cure
Second glance blows my mind
I can do nothing yesterday
Not even tomorrow
These thoughts they weigh
Heavy with sorrow
No hope of change to come
Is it today, yesterday?
Or maybe even tomorrow….
Fennigant 1999

Monday, February 22, 1999

Hoops

If a trainer trains
And a performer performs.
When we watch
Are we training ourselves to perform?
In our vision,
Do we become trainers,
In our life,
Are we performing for those in training
In our death,
Performing for those who trained us?
FenniganT 1999

Wednesday, February 10, 1999

911

When a call not in need
Of advice or things that must be
Wish to hear a voice
Someone you believe

To know they are safe and sound
Or hear a voice from the longest
And when down
A voice was strongest

Now I listen
Learning and doing are two other things
Maybe I just wish to listen
The next time the phone rings.
FenniganT 99