Saturday, May 14, 1994

calling

I was talking with God
And his only son
Wondering around aloud
Of how much has been said
Of how little has been done
I was told to rise my self
In service
In name
In vision
In love
To open myself
To the love of forever
To still my self
Hard for impact
Of a crowd that won't fade
The harder they hit
The more he calls to me
To let go
Of this pain
All this shame
All this game
I see where to go
I know how to cry
I hear him call me
I here him calling my name………..

Never is Nothing

When is time?
Down the line,
Will it be?
Everyone will see,
Down deep inside,
All the same,
Somewhere to hide,
A new day,
Another name,
Escape the full moon,
Into a trip,
Of never ending doom,
Nameless the tap,
Addition to your room,
Down is up,
Out is always again,
Never is nothing,
Anymore!
FenniganT “94”

Monday, November 1, 1993

Gental Stare

A gentle stare,
Eyes of blue,
Jet black hair,
Is she for you?

Smile so sweet,
Innocence all over,
Body petite,
Soft as clover.

Dressed so real,
Has no shame,
Would surely kill,
If you play her game.

Step inside,
Feel her glide,
All you know,
Out the window.

Break your heart,
Steal your soul,
You’re so smart,
You don’t even know.
Fennigan T 11/1/93

Friday, May 14, 1993

Lost

At this time,
I should feel,
Drunk as wine,
With a sexy appeal,
Celebration it seems,
To be called for,
Only pain screams,
From my open sore,
To feel heroic,
In such loneliness,
To exploit it,
Into forgiveness,
A hard one,
To figure out,
All alone,
Full of doubt,
All may,
Come to bitter end,
Still today,
I saved a friend………
FenniganT “93”

Wednesday, March 24, 1993

KEY

Going straight forward,
On a purple Friday,
Feeling the soar,
See a better day.

A time to come,
With hard work done,
A sure as the rising sun,
Shadows no longer lurk.

Dwell in no past,
Of mind, body and soul,
Greet love at last,
Clean fresh and whole.

Learned well,
The valleys of my life,
I could not foretell,
That depth in strife.

All the worst behind,
Best days ahead,
Now I look to find,
The key to unlock my head.

FenniganT “93”

Sunday, March 14, 1993

Calm Attacked

Reflections a mere walk
Through sides of memory
Escape the daily conscience
Of what’s soon to be

History has a reputation
Sailing the mass of time
Can you feel my frustration?
The wonders of my mind

Cautious building blocks of pain
Pour the foundation
My tears flow like rain
To solidify the situation

Tears down the walls
So long to build
All along insanity calls
Begging me not to feel

Lead my path to freedom
Walk me through the sand
Show this fabulous kingdom
Take me by the hand

Following your presence
All safe and secure
Fighting the resistance
Is this the right way
Are you sure?
Where are we?
What goes here?
Strange things I see
With feelings of fear
Its that quick
Rushing so hard
I’m feeling sick
Caught off guard

Follow me now I’m going
To a deep place I hide
Blind and not knowing
At which depth I do collide
This thing is kicking my ass
Feeding on my fear
Not much longer to last I’m afraid my dear

To the well of sorrow
Regret peace and pain
Now totally insane
Demons of hell demons of my own
I can not fight them
I should have know
Not by myself
Not alone!
FenniganT 93

ME

ME
Perched upon my soul
A wise man with heart of stone
On his side a child so free
In the middle is me

Wise man of pain
He deals it well
Child of love
Gift from above

Days of freedom
Nights of hell
I cannot choose
I cannot tell
I am the referee
Hiding both the best I can
The child I protect
The wise man protects me
FenniganT 1993

Monday, March 18, 1991

Pimps Prophets and Prostitutes

Cruel nightmares dance upon my mind
Sacrificial splattering on the wall
Torn from them
Strangled as they speak
Soiled is the vision
In my soul I keep
I see a generation
Never to grow old
Young lives given
Bought and sold
Power of wealth
A great thing some see
Their pain and suffering
Is killing me.
FenniganT 1991

Saturday, March 16, 1991

Black

Black

Bright cheery and beautiful
Is how I wish to see?
Dark cold and dreadful
Is reality for me?
Can’t seems to shake them
Haunting angels of death
Blood, skin and bone
Cur full of devils breath
Evil spirits argue
With precious memories
Is this me or you
Or a fucked up fantasy?
Awkward are my movements
Limited are my skills
A lot of screaming in the head
Continuous clashing of wills
Bouncing back and forth
Once is not enough
Being a last resort
I’ll act real tough
Carrying out a blemish
Of what’s soon I hear
It will be my finish
This walking without fear
I see a bridge
With a Passover light
Conning my way there
In vain is my plight
FenniganT 1991

Sunday, March 18, 1990

Mad Man’s game

Sinister poems deep inside
Black rain of pain
In this madman’s game

Lights of yonder
This to shall pass
No wonder
Why so fast

Arch Angel waits my door
Tinkering inside I’m the devils whore
Death and hatred rant and rave
Sanity is what I’m trying to save

Don’t understand
This madman game
Silent feelings of peace
End with my soul as its feast

Shadows of black
Trying to get in
Racking thoughts All in sane
In this the mad mans game


Distress signals my soul does send
Shadows of light blinking in
Peace is back?
Never to late
Is how long I must wait………….
FenniganT 1990