Will Power
Posted by Tallon Fassi on August 27th, 2010 filed in RandomComment now »
Get on the pegs of my whip!
I’m not your daughter,
girlfriend or sister.
You can not control me.
So knock down my door,
and don’t knock me up!
BANG HARDER!
If you are locked out.
Bang it harder!
Refresh my memory.
Blink
Posted by Tallon Fassi on August 27th, 2010 filed in RantsComment now »
The proud raconteuse gliby
chuckles at the plebeian notion of physics.
Connected by chemical simpatico
she, abstruse, understands propulsion
of the tete-a-tete.
Undaunted profundity of the mind
allow the prelate of faith to connect
what once was, once more.
Photo Hound
Posted by Tallon Fassi on August 27th, 2010 filed in PrayersComment now »
I can live over water.
run over grass.
Stretch further
than I imagined existed.
Twin stars twinkle
with orchestral overtures
synced tunes of subliminal
love bombs of photon push.
SHOCKWAVES
strum across atmosphere
It’s far away.
Pebbles gargle over
tide’s breath
And
there are parts of you
for me in certain places.
Heaving kick curls of rocket splash.
In your rare and
taken back moments
You posess an all encompassing beauty.
I ponder if you know?
Shape and angle,
lines that does not bend
under gravities pull.
1.
Posted by Tallon Fassi on August 27th, 2010 filed in RandomComment now »
Why did the being build the ship?
To slice over tide ridden seas.
My paths are crossed
spindles of diffused emotion.
Braking old assumption;
bottles to sea glass.
Soak your roots
in spontaneity
Water will always wash away
the encrusted salt of flame
Lucy In the Sky with a Flaming Hula Hoop.
Posted by Tallon Fassi on January 27th, 2010 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
I’m just too tired to cry.
I haven’t the water,
my well is benign.
I’m constanstly running into you in my mind.
I’ve done yoga and gone swimming
These emtoions are stinging under my skin
depth of movement in tune with you
paths are coated yellow and red and green
I’ll strip it bare for one so fair
mon ami.
The Red Bird
Posted by Tallon Fassi on November 4th, 2009 filed in PrayersComment now »
Slowly Slowly Slowly
Opening my eyes in rhythmic sway.
The decomposing skeleton of summer’s canopy
curves its ribs to protect my beating autumnal heart.
Ribbons of pretzeled smoke halo.
Dance.
Posted by Tallon Fassi on October 15th, 2009 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
I make like I’m going to scream.
The breeze absorbs the sound
only I am left with the din I created.
Soft feet tip-toe down a wooden hall.
Watching after the very small.
I feel the world shake,
A breaking of the crusty cuts of earth
cities fashion.
Installations of constellation to navigate my trip.
Dip the ink with feathered tip.
Quips about each other’s deliverance
I’m under mother nature’s influence.
Poetry with Paul
Posted by Tallon Fassi on October 9th, 2009 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
Afternoon delight culminates;
poetry night.
Sky rockets in flight
pulling signs of love .
Freedom is but a moment away,
while we float on.
Taking my hand;
I like a women
who loves
everything and everybody.
Trickling drops of liquid,
summers blur together.
Do what You can,
help those running on empty.
Manufacturing facsimiles of belief.
I’ll get You to smile before I leave this place.
Alone on an adventure;
soldering together scrapes of character
into a empty cage
Who once ensnares you
encapsulates what love can bring.
Wrapping silk dresses in smooth cashmere scarves.
Stacking polished boxes filled with silver mirrors,
golden crafted adornments of the highest accord.
Oils that captures the alchemy of scent.
Violet glass bottles of lotions and soap
(The nymph’s morning due.).
Reality adue.
Cucu-ca-choo
And the Walrus too.
Bring the Lorax and Buddha.
Saw Jesus Christ and the donkey
eating a pint of Chunky Monkey.
Caterpillar’s ginger fuzz.
Golden leaves of halo flakes
Enjoy the white hot spot light.
Hope You can withstand the blow.
The Winds of Change
Posted by Tallon Fassi on September 15th, 2009 filed in Brain Maps, Home Sweet HomeComment now »
Champagne and blunts
the pain is defuncted
Idol disappointments meet
Hurrican fronts
Trists with Peacocks
Gather ‘Forget Me Nots’
Mary’s Cat
Posted by Tallon Fassi on August 8th, 2009 filed in QuestionComment now »
Glass sheet of silver
dripping with flare.
Verbal gears have rusted;
threads twisted bare.
Two claw marks;
a lesson in being ware.
Judge and Jury;
followed by stoning in the square.
What is fair?