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Sheep

Water drops
Skies fall
Destiny knocks
Over all

Racing higher
Falling faster
Live buyer
Material laughter

Dawn on
Bell rings
Bulb blown
Glass strings

House bought
Trophy mate
Life saw
Bade fate

March you
Step one
Then two
March on

Like the rest will do...............

FTBAS 4.24.15

Bird song

Traveled disaster
Obeyed master
Feeling along
Canary song
Trapped paradise
Clipped sacrifice
Talking to Fenn
Rhyming within
Dancing key
Music blend
Free rhythm
Perfect rhyme
No thinking
Half the time
All with wings
All with wings...............
FTBAS 4.15.15

HAPPENING NOW!

What’s NOW?

It’s everything, from the beginning to the end, the Alpha to the Omega, the never ending always, starting crest of depth, to each we owe nothing. The NOW I own. Right NOW it is passing as you are reading this. It passed me long ago as I write this here and NOW. So what if it’s misspelled? So what if it does not ring to some truth.  We are here for NOW and those are only ways to go back and check it to a reference of when or will be.  Excuses given keeping us out of the NOW. Give me NOW, not tomorrow, nor the day before yesterday. In NOW I can change my mind and change my future NOW. The past allows no such leisure and my future can only be determined by my NOW.  So hear me clear at this end, as I show you how I turned NOW, backwards into WON!

FTBAS 9=17=13

I wrote you a poem today

Wrote a poem for you today

Tore it up and threw it away

Wanted to fill it with what you are to me

Words have failed my soul’s memory

Oh peace and perseverance

Darkness and deliverance

Sunrises and sunsets

Scars and regrets

Silver clouds filled with gold dust

Wrote a poem for you today

Tore it up and threw it away

If God can’t be tamed

You should not be framed

Oh peace and perseverance

Silver clouds filled with gold dust

Sunrises and sunsets

Darkness and deliverance

Scars and regrets

All something we can use

I wrote a poem for you today

I tore it up and threw it away……………..

FTBAS 2.17.15

Stray

Down beat down trodden

Given away under fingers of death

Burns of faint reckoning above those forgotten

Pass all that and let it go

Stray dog loose putting on a show

All these letters are just piss on a vine

Numbers never do justice to the sublime

Fixations and relations shaking foundations

Salt in the dish of regulation

Show high, sly low, window fly, Sky glows

Across the middle where the grass grows

Who are you? What am I?

Never said that did I?

Yes all the time

Stray dog loose pissing on the vine………….

FTBAS 2.17.15

Comfort Zone

In between the lines
A place to find
Temporary we linger
Finding neither

Succumbed to it then
Walked into oblivion
Edged out the truth
Forged a mental root

Place don't mind
Time laced design
Dream the horizon
Dark night blinding

Ignorance maybe bliss
Remembrance of this
All the unknown
Out of the zone...........

FTBAS 1.28.15

Boil

Sometimes I boil from the pain
Short lives of dirt and misery
Dark days and nights of lonely
Cold wet sufferings all they know
Lights blink out dying alone
No love No warmth
No understanding of family
No arms to hold them
No eyes cry their passing
No one to bury the body
Or even to place a stone
Insignificant in eyes trained to look away
No counting on anyone anyway
Many are born to this today
Many will die tonight this way
My heart broken so long ago
Within this misery I begin to boil..........
Fenn 1.2.15