Mind to

Clutched teeth,
Grinding neat,
Your bend,
My blend,
Scoured earth,
Gone bizerk,
Whats worth?
Having you on me,
Not my blood,
Just as good,
You bothered,
You scared,
You dared,
I’m here,
Coming on you,
Dialing tone,
Deadbeat bad,
Thief,
Brief,
My relief,
If you’re blind,
I will find you,
Cross that line,
I have a mind to……………..

FTBAS 10.21.11

My sunrise

When the sun rose,
Amongst a striking pose,
Pleased emotion easy bet,
Mindless devotion of no regret,
Jumping walls on meat grind,
Desperate and blind,
Tripping over topography,
Justice and insanity,
Devoted and insecure,
Open demur,
Politics and race,
Of short chase,
In problem sore,
Were bleeding more,
Than put in,
On fat of the land,
Who’s the stranger?
Who’s in danger?
With the face,
With your space.
Idol of money?
Milk and honey,
Sin of greed?
Till I bleed,
Green ink,
Coats of Mink,
And pedigree’s,
To list on a wall of shame,
When the sun rose it called my name……….

Fennigan t. Spencer 10.18.11

Poets Dream

I dream a poem for the universe,
A little ditty maybe one verse,
Something I could bleed from within,
Words to capture and erase all sin,
Rapture and devour the pace,
Of settled liars in their place,
Deviate from this balance,
Just one glance,
Romance,
Beauty,
Love,
Peace,
None of these
All of these
No disease,
No repeats,
The first of the best,
No better than of last,
Future test the past,
Hunger, pain, misery, alone,
All gone,
One pen,
One name,
One day,
No insane,
No game,
Just a day of dreaming,
A night of sleeping,
A single poet left weeping,
In the name of a dream……………………..

FTBAS 10.18.11