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
Sunday, March 18, 1990
Saturday, March 18, 1989
THE FIX
This quiet night
Of my stoned imagination
Freedom n sight
A comfortable situation
Peace blinded
Wants of ease
Thoughts self created
Some one help please
Drowning in desire
With needs of its own
Sucking from my soul
Can’t you see?
Wringing me dry
With no remorse
I want to get high
Yea keep him stoned of courage
Talking now
Showing of face
Can you see it
All over and around this place?
Carried wherever I go
Never left behind
A subtle foe
To play my mind
Pulsing through my veins
Cursing my soul
Playing me insane
Misery its only goal
Wasted many years
Lost to a thousand more
I shed no tears
It treats me as it whore
Running it fly’s
Somewhere deep below
Is it in my eyes?
Does it show?
Tell me when
I’m so afraid
Put me at ease
Tell me it will fade
All sense washed away
Sleepless vanity
Thought s led astray
My moment of insanity
Crossed fingers
Mind on high
A whisper game
Dialogue pushed aside
Sweat hangs low
Misty stench sweet and thick
Flavors in the soul
Are soft and rich
Perched high upon thought of delight
Falling down from within
Pulling at my instinct with all your might
Contact complete chemicals blend.
FenniganT 1989
Of my stoned imagination
Freedom n sight
A comfortable situation
Peace blinded
Wants of ease
Thoughts self created
Some one help please
Drowning in desire
With needs of its own
Sucking from my soul
Can’t you see?
Wringing me dry
With no remorse
I want to get high
Yea keep him stoned of courage
Talking now
Showing of face
Can you see it
All over and around this place?
Carried wherever I go
Never left behind
A subtle foe
To play my mind
Pulsing through my veins
Cursing my soul
Playing me insane
Misery its only goal
Wasted many years
Lost to a thousand more
I shed no tears
It treats me as it whore
Running it fly’s
Somewhere deep below
Is it in my eyes?
Does it show?
Tell me when
I’m so afraid
Put me at ease
Tell me it will fade
All sense washed away
Sleepless vanity
Thought s led astray
My moment of insanity
Crossed fingers
Mind on high
A whisper game
Dialogue pushed aside
Sweat hangs low
Misty stench sweet and thick
Flavors in the soul
Are soft and rich
Perched high upon thought of delight
Falling down from within
Pulling at my instinct with all your might
Contact complete chemicals blend.
FenniganT 1989
Tuesday, February 22, 1977
First poem I ever wrote I was 11
Imagination they have lost
All they think of is the cost
They do not see what they do
I would be ashamed wouldn’t you?
Digits, digits all they think
Digits, digits everywhere
Even in the air
Digits, digits 1,2,3,
I hate digits don’t you agree
That grownups have lost
Their sensitivity.
Fennigan T. August-1977
All they think of is the cost
They do not see what they do
I would be ashamed wouldn’t you?
Digits, digits all they think
Digits, digits everywhere
Even in the air
Digits, digits 1,2,3,
I hate digits don’t you agree
That grownups have lost
Their sensitivity.
Fennigan T. August-1977
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