It came crushing
My mind in bend
Sorting though my conscience
Discovering my difference
Began to explore
Thoughts and meaning
People and friends
Animals in cages
I began
To trifile and beg
For peace and harmony
As war raged in my hands
I felt the difference
I felt the end
I molded the beginning
I am man
FTBAS 2024
When you duel with a darkness that shadows hide.
In fight no winner can be.
A battle when pain begs for mercy.
Where grief claims no fame.
When the devil has bent to your will.
And god has shown no mercy.
You have stepped in to my beginning.
Tread a foot print light.
Upon my travels of death.
Below the dawn of light.
When you burst into flames.
Walk through to become again.
Your truth and your end.
Then I will respect you and call you friend
Fenn
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Knowing the wave I am on.
Knowing what I like and dislike about a certain wave and why.
Knowing there will be days and nights of nothing but calm. No waves, not a ripple. Those times are for floating.
Knowing days after calm come the swells. They build slowly under the surface. Pressure of depression some say it is. Myself in these times become more aware for there must be a storm brewing. I constantly check temperatures and pressures cause somewhere sometime these things are going to collide. When they do, I can choose to hunker down and ride it out in safety or grab my board and start swimming.
Either way there will be fear, terror, pain and moments not meant for the faint at heart but meant for building my character. Many years the biggest baddest waves came from storms I brewed myself. It took a long time to master those type waves. To learn to ride them for what they where and not what I wanted them to be. Soon enough I began to learn all the types of waves. Success, failure, honor, virtue, style and finesse. All the waves of life. Birth, death, union, disagreement , separation, lies, deceit, betrayal, truth, pain, joy, enchantment, broken hearts and broken dreams. All are the waves of life we all either ride or hide from.
Fenn
Lies are camouflage for self confidence. Confident people don’t need to lie to get what they want and confident people are ok with other people having different views. Liars don’t believe in themselves so the truth is a variable knob of self destruction that is turned on trying to convince others of a truth that doesn’t exist. When the truth of the lie is discovered then the knob is turned to blaming others for the liars self destruction aka victimhood.
Words are only strokes of color. That paint the walls of my mind. Fenn
When you wait alone it takes longer.
Longer for anything to belong.
Belonging to someone is worth waiting for.
Selling ones self out is nothing but being alone with another.
To be authentic is a very brave thing to do.
To be alone is the only authentic you one can have.
To be authentic with with another is the only beginning you will ever need.
Fenn
My Dad
My Father
My friend
He stood up
While others slept
He stood up
When there was wrong done
He stood up
When others wouldn’t fight
He stood up
When others wouldn’t love
He stood up
When no one cared
He stood up
When all faith was gone
He stood up
When life knocked him down
He stood up again
When I needed him
He stood up
Till the end
My dad stood up
A Gentlemen if there ever was.
Which of us today can say
When it’s our turn and the proverbially shit hits the fan.
What we would do?
I can hear him now.
“Stand up son, Just Stand up. ”
Fennigan Tyler Spencer
Son of Stephen Keith Spencer
There’s light and dark, those are the only truths of this world. in between these two truths is the shadow. We live in the shadow, (reality) and everyone is their own. casted by light or dark at all times conflicted internally on which way to cast , but will always cast in the direction of ones true nature.
FTBAS
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