Lonely

Where does lonely go
When it’s not trying to find you
What does lost do
About what’s to loose
Sights all about rip
Sounds surround fits
Says loud and out there
Speaks of loss and despair
Creeps along halls of shape
Lurks in depths of hate
Regrets the whole damn thing
Refuses to do the same
Starting over just ain’t right
When lonely fights its good fight………..
FenniganT 2.16.11

Crossroad

Intersecting in bliss
Almost a near miss
Returning to the end
Of where it began
Starting over in the dawn
Running over all along
Sinning the same ol song
Brief can’t take long
Tunnel up and out
Mind turning doubt
Wind blowing through
Know what to do
Forget the rest
Try the best
Simple direction of focus
Upstate below the main line
Gonna be there on time
The same
The fame
The name
In the crossroad game……….
Fennigan T 2.15.11

Storm

Of this might flow
Spirits chased out the mourning door
Essence discounted as a fearless rage
When the book of life turns the page
Sounds resonate from future blessing
All the while you can keep guessing
On the which the why and the where
The only truth is you will be there
When it all comes down
When it all blows up
When crashes abound
When you’re out of luck
The roll will begin
As the storm sets in
You’re gonna get wet
You may even have regret
But then off it goes
As surely as the wind blows
Storms don’t last forever……………..
Fennigan T 2.11.11

ascension

Lets go all the way today,
Some where deep in the shallow end,
No worry, Ill light the way,
To the introduction of Fennigan,
You see some are born to wallow,
Some are born to lead,
Some are born to follow,
It’s all on the walls for you to read,
A bout the place of tense I am,
If I let you if I dare,
To view the pain and disrepair,
The rooms full of fear,
With poison in the air,
But that’s just the top layer,
A protective shield,
Guarding the prayer,
To my beauty field,
Of love and grace,
Of the one who holds the hurt,
To save a face,
That’s in my dirt
Making up the fool,
So that one can be free,
So it you who is cool,
Holding my tongue tight,
Let the dogs lie,
Not caring if you look right,
Time will go by,
Truths may never be seen,
But beautiful I will open,
Shiny new and clean,
Into the cavern of hope,
The passage of misspoken,
Time essentially a rope,
Pulled taught tied in knots,
Your safety holds are ascension,
Into my chosen lots,
Of what I fail to mention…………
Fennigan T 2.7.11

Balanced?

Sliding across the razors edge,
The trapeze wire swings saintly,
Slowly it arches to the ledge,
Grasping slightly towards sanity,
In moments of years since,
Wondering if it was real,
An essence of deliverance,
A dead deed of will,
A fall out of sorts,
Inside magnificent of course,
Regret the dreams of the young,
As they in turn torment the old,
On the tip of the tongue,
No matter the bend or fold,
Believe,
Believe,
I
Fennigan T 2.6.10

Purely Selfish

Every body’s,
Got a reason,
Client,
Customer,
Capitalist for sure,
Castrated
Saturated,
Masturbated,
Sexual and pure,
Wants for you,
Wants for me,
Wants for everybody,
They ain’t here,
You ain’t there,
Only one thin line,
To declare,
A moment,
Of self,
A moment in time,
A moment they want,
Just in your line,
If not for them,
Then another,
Brother Sister,
Father Mother,
They all want,
We all need,
That moment of greed,
Wouldn’t be there,
Wouldn’t know the time,
It’s all purely selfish,
And always right on a dime.

FenniganT 10.18.10

Sage

As we grow with time,
Like a flower on a vine,
We weather the storms,
As our shape forms,
We stretch in the light,
Sleep in the night,
Spread seeds to multiply,
Sweet honey bee fly,
Our wisdom is made of scars,
Our years no longer at large,
Grace, elegance and beauty,
In smile of scrutiny,
The age of the sage is not told in years,
Or in the counting of our fears,
It is shown in love everlasting,
In the fine art of compassion,
From the hungry belly fed,
To good night and off you’re led,
There is now wonder and no pretense,
Of the ones who make a difference……
Fennigan T 1.31.11

When to quit listening

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

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

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