Deafening light swayed all the sound
Dirt mountains up and left the ground
Covered in masses of corruption and greed
Left out in the sun to burn and bleed
Upon the rubble of human sanctity
Upon the insignificance of humanity
In the frailness of a chance danger
In the airless litany of mans anger
A rant, a rave, a bible, a grave
A soul needing to be saved
A descendant covered in grief
A shattering of disbelief
Decision and time
Understanding the rhyme
Solving the puzzle of not
Connected dot by dot…………..
Fennigan T 5.7.11
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
WOW!
Wolf of Wisdom
Wrong of Wrongs
Wring of Waves
Webster of Weed
Whiff of Whey
Woman of Wisdom
Wisket of Worcester
World of Wishes
Wonder of Wonders
Walking on Water
World of Woes
WoW!!!
Who knows?
Fennigan T 5.6.11
Wrong of Wrongs
Wring of Waves
Webster of Weed
Whiff of Whey
Woman of Wisdom
Wisket of Worcester
World of Wishes
Wonder of Wonders
Walking on Water
World of Woes
WoW!!!
Who knows?
Fennigan T 5.6.11
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Beautiful Alabama
Down here we got something beautiful,
Down here mother’s boys are dutiful,
Sky so Blue you swear its water that never ends,
Mountains climbing into lakes of hot summer swims,
Roads lined with tall proud pines,
Ripples of light running across highway lines,
Beams of a gold rising coast sunning to set,
In a land that’s a show in best of bet,
People blending in with their culture,
A church on almost every corner,
Football is a religion and so is fishing,
Southern legacy’s have strongest family’s wishing,
That civil rights isn’t a passage of their brothers,
As much as hunting is for others,
Some of the smartest toughest Gentlemen alive live here,
Along with the most powerful ladies you will meet,
Dignity in their walk and sincerity in their greet,
Patience on every corner with plants in every yard,
Green every where that can’t be ignored,
Most Alabamians love this land as Eden,
Even with its past of broken and bleeding,
Pure bread Americans that hear no doubt,
While some do and others do with out,
Veterans get salutes and blank stares,
With hustlers on corners selling their wares,
Trailer parks line the fields and back roads,
Trains long and winding carrying their heavy loads,
Past the mansions on a city’s hill,
Feel free to think of us what you will,
We will tell you our home is where we make it,
A land with divide but no longer split,
On Wednesday April twenty eighth two thousand and eleven,
Some of our beauty was taken to heaven,
Though some parts may be missing,
Weren't you listening?
Many parts are just gone,
In Beautiful Alabama we are strong,
Together we will rebuild,
Together we will fulfill,
Together with all our grief,
Together with all our belief,
Standing tall and proud together hand in hand,
In our Home Sweet Home Beautiful Alabama Land………………
Fennigan
5.3.11
Down here mother’s boys are dutiful,
Sky so Blue you swear its water that never ends,
Mountains climbing into lakes of hot summer swims,
Roads lined with tall proud pines,
Ripples of light running across highway lines,
Beams of a gold rising coast sunning to set,
In a land that’s a show in best of bet,
People blending in with their culture,
A church on almost every corner,
Football is a religion and so is fishing,
Southern legacy’s have strongest family’s wishing,
That civil rights isn’t a passage of their brothers,
As much as hunting is for others,
Some of the smartest toughest Gentlemen alive live here,
Along with the most powerful ladies you will meet,
Dignity in their walk and sincerity in their greet,
Patience on every corner with plants in every yard,
Green every where that can’t be ignored,
Most Alabamians love this land as Eden,
Even with its past of broken and bleeding,
Pure bread Americans that hear no doubt,
While some do and others do with out,
Veterans get salutes and blank stares,
With hustlers on corners selling their wares,
Trailer parks line the fields and back roads,
Trains long and winding carrying their heavy loads,
Past the mansions on a city’s hill,
Feel free to think of us what you will,
We will tell you our home is where we make it,
A land with divide but no longer split,
On Wednesday April twenty eighth two thousand and eleven,
Some of our beauty was taken to heaven,
Though some parts may be missing,
Weren't you listening?
Many parts are just gone,
In Beautiful Alabama we are strong,
Together we will rebuild,
Together we will fulfill,
Together with all our grief,
Together with all our belief,
Standing tall and proud together hand in hand,
In our Home Sweet Home Beautiful Alabama Land………………
Fennigan
5.3.11
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