November 2008
Monthly Archive
Mixed Media Beauty Queen.
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 23 Nov 2008 | Tagged as: Talent
Talent Show Time.
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 19 Nov 2008 | Tagged as: Talent
A Butterfly Love Note:
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 19 Nov 2008 | Tagged as: Prayers
A Butterfly Love Note:
She told me I broke her heart
I prayed to heal it.
Can she tell mine aches for hers?
Could she eat her pain and dissolve it?
I’ve thought so hard and still can’t solve it!
Can she tell I love her?
Loyal and Loving and True.
Mary had told me what to do.
So with wet eyes, I apologized.
It tingles down my throat
And its of note
I doubt a red stripe could heal it.
Broken in disrepair.
A thunder ripple across ocean air
The sun in total chaos
I would share clothes but pain would conflict
Lines are crossed and weaved thick
In a tapestry of elusive connection
Pebbles on the beach bequeath me
Does the sea beseech thee?
And I can’t even speak about.
painting by Elizabeth Brandt
A Translation of Mean:
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 19 Nov 2008 | Tagged as: Rants
The smoke curled, a thousand cream serpent tongues.
We spat words that had weight and
hypothetically tested pre-calculated fates.
I pressed my fingers over the keys,
Felt ill from the radiation disease, American ease.
My mother, whom I admire was disturbed.
“My father’s on his dead bed, Tal”
No curing herb?
Dying alone with no memories in his head,
I’d rather be dead.
When all the chips are on the table,
Life’s just a fable,
Don’t trust me just consult Able.
Winding back in, I loosen grin,
Arching my neck, its all an attempt
To keep on my porcelain mask.
The city dances in movable parts,
Alone against the world,
You put a puncture in my heart.
But Thank God people are cruel,
I caught some lessons being Love’s Fool.
Trying to make me look like a tool?
You know what, Fungu!
Feeling guilty is a principle sensation
Cupid should write You a serious citation.
My heart is burning, and You’re a
Three legged Dalmatian.
Don’t laugh this is a serious affirmation.
We conducted uneducated debate,
Your time was precious,
‘Sorry! Master to make you wait.’
From now on I’ll masturbate.
Beautiful Got Random
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 19 Nov 2008 | Tagged as: Uncategorized
Foot Art?
The quiver of my arms,
sends electricity into my veins.
Rolling over opaled colored waves of my brain.
Tear it apart, gravity will enviably pull it back together.
Hold you a satellite in tether.
Is it any warmer weather?
Because of the lack of trees?
It’s not for me to say.
Control yourself and take only what you need from it today.
Or give it away.
You or Me!
You are me?
Why is it so hard to get free?
Little boxes on the hillside.
I wouldn’t say we are all the same.
There’s a Layer Cake,
We are burning while it bakes.
Drink some Saki and eat some Zen.
Let’s pretend to be civil.
And then live a little.
Life’s Texas Hold’em
Bluffing is what they sold them
My mind in the island wind drifts away.
Beautiful Got Random today.
Love Rasta Prankster.
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 14 Nov 2008 | Tagged as: Uncategorized
April is the month for me.
The first all the way to the thirty.
So Flirty and Gangsta
A love Rasta Prankster
With style that beguiles
the wildest of childes.
Serene and pristine
while your rolling them mean.
Deviating from the strategy.
Lets get together…
grow some trees.
Blow it into the breeze
giggle until we are weak in the knees.
Then chill…
In April the Secert is skill.
The Ferment of an Island Lament
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 08 Nov 2008 | Tagged as: Home Sweet Home
On an island in the sun
That’s where my mind spun
Memories swirl together
Flying with birds of a feather
Your tree or my tree
Let’s get together and be jolly
I’ll love you and you’ll love me
We’ll wear emerald scarves
while swimming in the sea
Building shelters against the cliffs
All you need are rocks and sticks
And a sheet, then lickidy split you’ve a
beach home, to listen to the wind moan
About the condition of the world today.
Come with me and we’ll play.
Alas, Love ain’t a Factor
Posted by Tallon Fassi on 08 Nov 2008 | Tagged as: Random
When the sun created parallel slits of light on the maple floor,
I was awake.
One eye open to watch the day break.
The heat intensifies under green artichoke quilts.
Pealing the layers back, he ate my heart with little guilt.
Exponential potentials incidentally daggered
in a violent change of season.
You are the heretic of love treason
The hours stale decay in time
I promise for You,
I’ll no longer rhyme.