From internal divide,
A socially hypnotized,
Device on analog,
Disguised in a digital world,
When to quit listening…………
Is to hear a buzz,
A locomotive on the tracks,
Screaming down the line,
No slow down,
Been there on time,
See ya next go round,
Maybe we will dine,
Split an acronym,
Or a synonym,
Over an anomaly,
Of our future reality,
No Face to Face.
Gives no flower breaks,
Doesn’t feed the world intakes,
Not enough in the food banks,
Can’t make guns shoot blanks,
Not enough but theirs is so much,
We must be out of touch,
Or is it out of luck,
Maybe it because we left the tribe,
Or was it a vibe,
Within a sigh,
Bang a cry,
Curl up and lie,
Inside of the divide,
Wrap up in security,
Of what is and well ever be,
Stare solid in the face,
Of dreaming your own reality……………
FenniganT 1.29.11
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
You R Beautiful
Stumbling on the street,
Over cracked crevice,
Trip over a tweet,
Psycho over a device,
Chronic in depression,
Little in confession,
Something so random,
Comes to mind,
You are beautiful,
A thought universal,
System going reversal,
Of want of what we’ve lost,
A romantic dude courting a lady in wait,
Golden solitude on sunsets boasts,
An open gait held be the ghost,
A table set elegant majestic,
Feast ready with wine flowing,
Of everybody playing canonistic,
A kinder gentler all knowing,
Times here don’t waste it………………
Fennigan T 1.27.11
Over cracked crevice,
Trip over a tweet,
Psycho over a device,
Chronic in depression,
Little in confession,
Something so random,
Comes to mind,
You are beautiful,
A thought universal,
System going reversal,
Of want of what we’ve lost,
A romantic dude courting a lady in wait,
Golden solitude on sunsets boasts,
An open gait held be the ghost,
A table set elegant majestic,
Feast ready with wine flowing,
Of everybody playing canonistic,
A kinder gentler all knowing,
Times here don’t waste it………………
Fennigan T 1.27.11
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Poem
Something of passion,
Something devote,
Something everlasting,
Something to show,
Scattered memories,
Like shards of glass,
Opened up tragedies,
Mourning’s of past,
Harvested from fields of green,
Where blood has enriched,
The soils obscene,
Tears have been fetched,
In response to a dream,
Of everlasting sadness,
In an eternal glow,
Of mutual madness,
Where souls grow,
To be among themselves,
Alone in holes caving,
Reaching out with light,
All the while slaving,
For something right……..
Fennigan T 1.25.10
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Developing a mental state of pandemonium
A mental state of pandemonium,
Dressed to blessed to depressed to back again,
Going out to the radiant dream,
Coming into the primal scream,
Large pink one floating a lot,
All is never lost among the rot,
All you got to do is your best,
Its hustle its flow,
Round up before knocked down,
Act in the show,
Turn the valve on full,
Check out what’s in the skull,
A mind rolling the cromag down the street,
Brains and old gut dragging behind webbed feet,
Crossed evolution reversing itself,
A distant shelf hanging low,
For something that will never come accept once,
The last one we think to own,
A casket stop that won’t be there,
Neither will all see,
In the glory and peace of eternity,
Then the truth will grow,
To long gone alone,
Together everybody ever known,
Crossing over into pandemonium.
Fennigan T 1.22.10
Dressed to blessed to depressed to back again,
Going out to the radiant dream,
Coming into the primal scream,
Large pink one floating a lot,
All is never lost among the rot,
All you got to do is your best,
Its hustle its flow,
Round up before knocked down,
Act in the show,
Turn the valve on full,
Check out what’s in the skull,
A mind rolling the cromag down the street,
Brains and old gut dragging behind webbed feet,
Crossed evolution reversing itself,
A distant shelf hanging low,
For something that will never come accept once,
The last one we think to own,
A casket stop that won’t be there,
Neither will all see,
In the glory and peace of eternity,
Then the truth will grow,
To long gone alone,
Together everybody ever known,
Crossing over into pandemonium.
Fennigan T 1.22.10
Where flowers grow!
Sweating toil sheen back,
Turning the topsoil under up,
Scorching sun answers,
The universe turns abrupt,
One beat in a heart,
Something can start,
To flow and grow,
Sitting still in the mode,
Natural growth down and outward,
Splitting oneself reaching mighty,
The roots must grab hold,
While stalk pushes through,
The same in everything,
From me to you,
A push in a pull,
A balance in self growing,
A strive to be alive,
And all the while knowing,
We are flowering invert,
Rising out of the dirt…………..
FenniganT 1.22.10
Turning the topsoil under up,
Scorching sun answers,
The universe turns abrupt,
One beat in a heart,
Something can start,
To flow and grow,
Sitting still in the mode,
Natural growth down and outward,
Splitting oneself reaching mighty,
The roots must grab hold,
While stalk pushes through,
The same in everything,
From me to you,
A push in a pull,
A balance in self growing,
A strive to be alive,
And all the while knowing,
We are flowering invert,
Rising out of the dirt…………..
FenniganT 1.22.10
Alter Ego
I got this cloud
This is my thermal
Soaring on high
Is how I feel
Soaring on high
Is how I heal
Looking down on creation
At fields of abundance
With the most deadly of intention
Smell of blood is real
Preys energy I feel
Deadly I dive for kill
Best meat for me
Then I skin the wares
Bones and marrow
I split for shares
Up again and gone
Soaring high I cry my song
Circling life in deaths destiny…………
FenniganT
1.21.10
This is my thermal
Soaring on high
Is how I feel
Soaring on high
Is how I heal
Looking down on creation
At fields of abundance
With the most deadly of intention
Smell of blood is real
Preys energy I feel
Deadly I dive for kill
Best meat for me
Then I skin the wares
Bones and marrow
I split for shares
Up again and gone
Soaring high I cry my song
Circling life in deaths destiny…………
FenniganT
1.21.10
Friday, January 21, 2011
Repo
My soul has been repo’d,
My deed vetoed,
My mind over loaded,
My heart corroded,
Just to much pain,
Just to much rain,
Just to much insane,
Just to much today,
Forget me not,
Forget me when,
Forget my needs,
Forget me please,
Your voice healed,
Your sight stilled,
You plight chilled,
Your fight thrilled,
No more will,
No more feel,
No more real,
No more deal,
Goodbyes last,
Goodbye’s task,
Goodbyes to you,
Goodbyes for me,
Goodbyes set us free,
FenniganT………
1.21.10
My deed vetoed,
My mind over loaded,
My heart corroded,
Just to much pain,
Just to much rain,
Just to much insane,
Just to much today,
Forget me not,
Forget me when,
Forget my needs,
Forget me please,
Your voice healed,
Your sight stilled,
You plight chilled,
Your fight thrilled,
No more will,
No more feel,
No more real,
No more deal,
Goodbyes last,
Goodbye’s task,
Goodbyes to you,
Goodbyes for me,
Goodbyes set us free,
FenniganT………
1.21.10
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Split
I slice open,
A vain in heaven,
To talk to God,
I got to question,
About these goings on here,
Why everybody is walking in fear,
Can we be that stupid?
Believing in a Cupid,
Of holy holiday happiness,
Twelve months a year,
A holiday for sadness,
Useless normal complaining,
The price so low it’s gaining,
Not alive if they ain’t straining,
Credit card balance swap,
Souls from the bottom,
To the top,
Whatever that is,
Why we run from,
All of the fun,
It’s all here,
In the middle of tears,
A light of gleaming thunder,
Dark skies of wonder,
Gloomy blooming jeers,
Shedding faulty fears,
Faith is the pace,
The tie two lace,
Into our hearts,
Hope is the place,
That stops and starts,
Love filling our cup,
To split hearts,
Out of luck………….
Fennigan T 1.19.11
A vain in heaven,
To talk to God,
I got to question,
About these goings on here,
Why everybody is walking in fear,
Can we be that stupid?
Believing in a Cupid,
Of holy holiday happiness,
Twelve months a year,
A holiday for sadness,
Useless normal complaining,
The price so low it’s gaining,
Not alive if they ain’t straining,
Credit card balance swap,
Souls from the bottom,
To the top,
Whatever that is,
Why we run from,
All of the fun,
It’s all here,
In the middle of tears,
A light of gleaming thunder,
Dark skies of wonder,
Gloomy blooming jeers,
Shedding faulty fears,
Faith is the pace,
The tie two lace,
Into our hearts,
Hope is the place,
That stops and starts,
Love filling our cup,
To split hearts,
Out of luck………….
Fennigan T 1.19.11
Monday, January 17, 2011
Word paint
Word paint,
No complaint,
Of favor,
Of endeavor,
Open my scope,
Compose what I know,
On the road,
On the path,
With class,
You laugh,
My task,
Laid in rows,
Words of calm,
Words of mighty,
Words make it tighter,
Words not me,
Make it wider,
Poets don’t care,
Poet’s bleed ink stains,
Words of beauty,
Words of duty,
Words of insane,
It a strain,
It s a pain,
Its reading,
It conceiving,
An idea,
A thought,
A doubt,
A know,
In the flow……….
FenniganT 1.17.10
No complaint,
Of favor,
Of endeavor,
Open my scope,
Compose what I know,
On the road,
On the path,
With class,
You laugh,
My task,
Laid in rows,
Words of calm,
Words of mighty,
Words make it tighter,
Words not me,
Make it wider,
Poets don’t care,
Poet’s bleed ink stains,
Words of beauty,
Words of duty,
Words of insane,
It a strain,
It s a pain,
Its reading,
It conceiving,
An idea,
A thought,
A doubt,
A know,
In the flow……….
FenniganT 1.17.10
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Spoke
I went out and spoke into the other side of me,
I looked in at what others are afraid to see,
Windows of scars deep and jagged,
Wounds covered over years of habit,
Scabs peeled back open to ooze,
Filled them in with drugs, woman and booze,
Covered them up and licked em shut,
Daylight through dark got me in a rut,
Running through dances with heels on my feet,
In between naps is when I creep,
Along the corridors of mine,
Through the doors of my time,
From my birth Ive been walking here,
Alone raging and ranting in fear,
Wrapping it on down,
To the basic conversation,
Where ya goin kid?
The paths are wide open,
The doors are closing,
Don’t you want to come in?
Fennigan T 1.15.10
I looked in at what others are afraid to see,
Windows of scars deep and jagged,
Wounds covered over years of habit,
Scabs peeled back open to ooze,
Filled them in with drugs, woman and booze,
Covered them up and licked em shut,
Daylight through dark got me in a rut,
Running through dances with heels on my feet,
In between naps is when I creep,
Along the corridors of mine,
Through the doors of my time,
From my birth Ive been walking here,
Alone raging and ranting in fear,
Wrapping it on down,
To the basic conversation,
Where ya goin kid?
The paths are wide open,
The doors are closing,
Don’t you want to come in?
Fennigan T 1.15.10
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