GW
Interested
Infected
Elected
Respected
Forgetted
Masterbetted
Indebted
Vetted
Said
It
Regret it
Forget it
Defect it
Respect it
Shit
I missed
The diced
The sliced
The wished
The pissed
The fist
Tisk Tisk
Oblivious
To what’s bliss-ed
Taste
Replaced
Out raced
Disgraced
Waste
Help
Disease
ADD
Maybe me
What you
Excuse
Is
Abuse
T muse
A ruse
To use
You loose
No save
On the Greenwave…………….
FTBAS
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Born to die
Walking in the rain
Lone tear so wet
Blending soul pain
With mind regret
Pebbles in the shoe of time
A slip of my tongue
Ripples the mind of mine
Of no reason why
To break that open
Close that end
There so then
So called wind
Rolling nigh way deep
Mad man dreams this sleep
While at the mourn of why
All are born to die……………….
FTBAS 2.23.12
Lone tear so wet
Blending soul pain
With mind regret
Pebbles in the shoe of time
A slip of my tongue
Ripples the mind of mine
Of no reason why
To break that open
Close that end
There so then
So called wind
Rolling nigh way deep
Mad man dreams this sleep
While at the mourn of why
All are born to die……………….
FTBAS 2.23.12
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
COLD
Brrrrrrrr............
Damn
Freezing
Cold
Breezing
Dead
Breathing
Walking
Soulless in the morning
I’m saying
Brave in the evening
I’m screaming
Deceiving
I’m bleeding
Ice
Veins show
Me
You see
To be
Frozen
Ignored
Hated
Baited
Sold
Heart
Frozen
COLD…………………
FTBAS 2.22.12
Damn
Freezing
Cold
Breezing
Dead
Breathing
Walking
Soulless in the morning
I’m saying
Brave in the evening
I’m screaming
Deceiving
I’m bleeding
Ice
Veins show
Me
You see
To be
Frozen
Ignored
Hated
Baited
Sold
Heart
Frozen
COLD…………………
FTBAS 2.22.12
Thursday, February 16, 2012
downbeat
When ain’t clever
Pull a lever
Tilt a teeter
Pumpkin eater
Wax and wane
Bitch and complain
Stomp and grind
Windows blind
Douse the flames
Call me names
What we eat
Makes us complete
The words
Are blurbs
The signs
Align
Again
The end
On the cross street
Of a downbeat…………….
FTBAS 2.16.12
Pull a lever
Tilt a teeter
Pumpkin eater
Wax and wane
Bitch and complain
Stomp and grind
Windows blind
Douse the flames
Call me names
What we eat
Makes us complete
The words
Are blurbs
The signs
Align
Again
The end
On the cross street
Of a downbeat…………….
FTBAS 2.16.12
Friday, February 10, 2012
Valentine
With out the lie
To roe out tonight
Time has to fly
So low right
On round bad
We laugh
Beside the sad
Front to last
It’s tough
Winding long
Bitter life
Maniacal song
Choke the drum
Battle hard child
Worn saddle won
In the wild
Born for five
Raised know high
Left with jive
And we don’t know why………..
FTBAS 2.11.12
To roe out tonight
Time has to fly
So low right
On round bad
We laugh
Beside the sad
Front to last
It’s tough
Winding long
Bitter life
Maniacal song
Choke the drum
Battle hard child
Worn saddle won
In the wild
Born for five
Raised know high
Left with jive
And we don’t know why………..
FTBAS 2.11.12
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Freezing
Underlay coated
Dot com bloated
Rich beyond means
Night and day dreams
Clog along muttered desire
Bodies born for mire
Souls putter around plaintiff version
Instant documented actual person
Dated and stamped
Blueprinted and revamped
Broken but not destroyed
Login slightly annoyed
Amongst the fact it
Whatever tactic
To this ain’t what that is
The answer freezing in the bliss……………….
FTBAS 2.9.12
Dot com bloated
Rich beyond means
Night and day dreams
Clog along muttered desire
Bodies born for mire
Souls putter around plaintiff version
Instant documented actual person
Dated and stamped
Blueprinted and revamped
Broken but not destroyed
Login slightly annoyed
Amongst the fact it
Whatever tactic
To this ain’t what that is
The answer freezing in the bliss……………….
FTBAS 2.9.12
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Carry Me Away
Stared down the stairs like a dreamer
Walked on past the rail of line
Running across the past steamer
So far on the clock mean time
In doubt of ever lasting formal
Over top of dress you will code
Wearing so not what normal
The exempted pass mass mode
This bottle never felt so warm
Liquid fire under the sun
Of doses within the arm
Now we having fun
Seems the only way
Carry me away
Seems the only way
Carry me away………………….
FTBAS 2.5.11
Walked on past the rail of line
Running across the past steamer
So far on the clock mean time
In doubt of ever lasting formal
Over top of dress you will code
Wearing so not what normal
The exempted pass mass mode
This bottle never felt so warm
Liquid fire under the sun
Of doses within the arm
Now we having fun
Seems the only way
Carry me away
Seems the only way
Carry me away………………….
FTBAS 2.5.11
Itch
Lick
Lack
Like
Love
Lump
Lend
Late
Large
Long
Leap
Lunge
Linger
Laminate
Language
Levitate
Logistics
Leave
Latitudes
Lovers
Listing
Levers
Lighting
Lips
Longing
Life
Living
Scratch………………
FTBAS 2.5.11
Lack
Like
Love
Lump
Lend
Late
Large
Long
Leap
Lunge
Linger
Laminate
Language
Levitate
Logistics
Leave
Latitudes
Lovers
Listing
Levers
Lighting
Lips
Longing
Life
Living
Scratch………………
FTBAS 2.5.11
Friday, February 3, 2012
Butter
Flitter flutter
Smoother than butter
Yummy Yummy
Goes my tummy
Liquor
Quicker
Pecker
Picker
Like thy lot
Tie a knot
Laugh and sing
Joyful wing
Ticker tock
Wind the clock
Spring is near
Sky so clear
Crank your motor
Run the road
Smoother than butter
So I’m told………………….
FTBAS 2.3.12
Smoother than butter
Yummy Yummy
Goes my tummy
Liquor
Quicker
Pecker
Picker
Like thy lot
Tie a knot
Laugh and sing
Joyful wing
Ticker tock
Wind the clock
Spring is near
Sky so clear
Crank your motor
Run the road
Smoother than butter
So I’m told………………….
FTBAS 2.3.12
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Chosen One
All ends I bet
Stand on a whim
Not found yet
Lemmie see what then
Pencils write
Paper and dreams
Sleepless night
Fancy screams
Not right
Not left
No light
No regret
Just a missing
Just a longing
Mental dressing
All wrong then
Way expended
Myself undone
The end has fed
Deaths chosen one……………
Fennigan t. Spencer 1.31.12
Stand on a whim
Not found yet
Lemmie see what then
Pencils write
Paper and dreams
Sleepless night
Fancy screams
Not right
Not left
No light
No regret
Just a missing
Just a longing
Mental dressing
All wrong then
Way expended
Myself undone
The end has fed
Deaths chosen one……………
Fennigan t. Spencer 1.31.12
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