For U

For in this ditty,
Of rhythm and rhyme,
No not in pity,
My dark sunshine.

Poison grasps my haven,
Rusty caged desperation,
Writing my poetry then,
In freedoms declaration.

So for what I write,
Exquisite mind bend,
Twisted knot tight,
Of beginning to end.

For when I sling,
Pen to paper,
Pauper to king,
Guest to waiter.

A way a light,
A stop a start,
A day a night,
May we never part.

May we never see,
May we never be,
Alone together,
In the form of poetry…………

Fennigan T 8.7.11

Bend

To see what’s in front,
Always looking behind,
What do we want?
From this thing called time.

A moment of silence?
A chance to scream?
A slow warm dance?
A night to wonder and dream?

Click, click,
Tick tock,
Pocket fit,
Broken clock.

Turn seconds of moments,
Into hours hours of daze,
One only rents,
The inventive ways.

To fill the gaps,
To hold the line,
Watch it elapse,
Into the sublime.

Meeting destiny on a rope,
Catching each other carefully,
Raising the hope,
Of what can be.

Oh jump the start,
Oh now is when,
Peace breaks the heart,
That doesn’t bend…………………

FenniganT 8.7.11