Money Man!

You the money man,
Up from the sand,
Gold in hand,
You the money man.

Desired a soul,
Stripped clean and whole,
No inside trader fate,
Not one to imitate.

To easy,
So sleazy,
So light,
Simple sight.

Stack and run,
Money fun,
Dripped in blood,
Caped in good.

Robin Hood,
Masked man,
Money man,
Who I am………..


FTBAS 8.26.11

lost

I opened my wounds,
Tore the scabs away,
Pulled my self to the surface,
Watched as it came to be,
Stabbed at the heart of lies ,
Longing for destiny,
In my crown of goodbyes,
With out empathy,
Slow long forgiveness,
With out it I confess,
How I miss,
The best parts of me,
Lost in the forever mist,
Of what is and what could never be.....

FenniganT 8.25.11

What if Would?

What if the world were flat?
What if diamonds were wood?
What if it is my turn to bat?
What if just sitting I stood?

What if you held my hand?
What if first went last?
Where would we land?
Within the future or past?

What if reality wasn’t a bet?
What if momentum was full?
What if the desert was wet?
What would energy pull?

Would we shoot stars and hang planets?
Would we lease love and passion?
Would we drop lines and God Damit’s
Would it be an everlasting?

What if we kissed you and fell in love?
Would daylight start again?
What if all is born above?
Would what if be would then?


Fennigan TBAS 8.19.11

What I don't know

I know the sun rises every day
I know I miss you in every way
I know that truth is real
I know how I feel
I know lies distort reasons
I know that light changes seasons
I know that love is factual
I know mine is unconditional
I know who I am
I know my clan
I know my rights
I know my fights
I know my victories
I know my facsimiles
I know my defeats
I know my completes
I know my turn
I know you need to learn
I know that so do I
I know how time flies
What I don’t know is the whys?

Fennigan T 8.16.11

Sinner

Sinners believe
Deceiver’s achieve
Drinkers drink
Black holes
Worn feet
Holy soles
Sour knows
Bitter from sweet
Complete formation
Or evolution's beat
Lost in speculating
Of what this should be………..

Fennigan T 8.10.11

Confusion

In grief or agony,
To peace in harmony,
A circle has to be,
Full force trinity,
Dark fades light,
White shadows black,
Trying the dying,
Lasted head,
The end of the front,
Last in line,
Who’s the freak?
That Judas bled.
Oh the irony,
Mid summer disease,
Lost in ecstasy,
Of brain freeze,
So confusion,
Sets delusion,
With intrusion,
Not understanding,
Of the blessing,
Everlasting,
One for all………………
Fennigan T 8.11.11

For U

For in this ditty,
Of rhythm and rhyme,
No not in pity,
My dark sunshine.

Poison grasps my haven,
Rusty caged desperation,
Writing my poetry then,
In freedoms declaration.

So for what I write,
Exquisite mind bend,
Twisted knot tight,
Of beginning to end.

For when I sling,
Pen to paper,
Pauper to king,
Guest to waiter.

A way a light,
A stop a start,
A day a night,
May we never part.

May we never see,
May we never be,
Alone together,
In the form of poetry…………

Fennigan T 8.7.11

Bend

To see what’s in front,
Always looking behind,
What do we want?
From this thing called time.

A moment of silence?
A chance to scream?
A slow warm dance?
A night to wonder and dream?

Click, click,
Tick tock,
Pocket fit,
Broken clock.

Turn seconds of moments,
Into hours hours of daze,
One only rents,
The inventive ways.

To fill the gaps,
To hold the line,
Watch it elapse,
Into the sublime.

Meeting destiny on a rope,
Catching each other carefully,
Raising the hope,
Of what can be.

Oh jump the start,
Oh now is when,
Peace breaks the heart,
That doesn’t bend…………………

FenniganT 8.7.11

It's High Time

It high time,
For my bi line,
To set a record,
Fast forward,
In past legacy,
At last the best of me,
A lot of rising,
A lot of surviving,
A lot of pain,
A lot of crying,
Purple screams of passion,
Strong will never lacking,
Done with un packing,
Straighten the wheel,
On how I feel,
Ditches on both sides,
Of my ride
It’s high time
To let someone else drive…………

Fennigan T 8.3.11

Sparkle

On the day of the bright
darkness
and then again on the twelfth
it started all over
rising back to the beginning
of an ever arching circle
that went about in all directions
so I turned around
and there I was
standing there holding the light.

Fennigan T 7.30.11