Summon the great wall,
The one made of flesh. Don't worry if you don't understand: I'll be your guide.
behind the curtain
is uncertain flowers and claps a window perhaps or just a glass for a glance into the past after all it is behind it’s this wall that makes me small it’s this mind that makes me fall
History likes to repeat itself
But sometimes it likes to change The curve in the river Will start going straight And the walls on the castle Are now crumbling down But then a new river is formed And a new wall is built And history starts all over again Maybe it does repeat itself
05 - 13 - 2021
I'm trying to get into the habit of writing more and writing more on themes but I've been stuck between work and school :-(
We both built brick walls in front of us
From time to time we push one brick out To see the other, but we always miss We never look in the right place...
A vertical canvas for artists and disguise
Graffiti scrawled by revolutionaries Banksy and friends mollified Peed on by the territorial scenters They divide us all Suppress or embolden Keep others out and us in A place to hang our trophies I feel it's angular form I cannot see through its opaque intensity The smell of fear is held within A ritualistic cacophony rings out This lifeless structure Sees no boundaries Bonded by graft Politics rules its being Designed to control Boxed in our own padded cell We bury our remorse or pains in the wall Ready to tear down that sponge and start again Two stones in a line-up Three interwoven Four in a tower One to knock it all down Two walls guide today’s journey Three a perpetuating maze The fourth outside of this dimension The last is for us to climb We travel with an invisible wall It protects our flanks I scatter saffron when I take the air The walls outline enlightened I look forward to the day when I need no walls Fabric heavenly constructs Transparent and naked I can run with this wall
Designed to defend us but eventually they destroy our free will.
you told me I don't have to be okay all the time
you told me you still loved me no matter what its hard because I want to believe you god, I want to trust it so badly but every time I've put the walls down lay down my defense the only thing i've been left with is ash in the wake
Where every touch carries love
Every hand carries help And a tiny crumb satisfy all That is home Where every tear is shared Every hug carries a warmth And every word carries laughter That is home Where I find strength to fight my wars And courage to face my fears Not because I am strong But because I have helping hands That is home Where despite my faults I still find comfort And the cold hands of failure Does not win it all That is home Where hands are joined together To help each other get the victory And they never stop trying Until everyone is smiling That is home Where you run to When all the world reject you Like ***** rags with no more use And you find a hug, a warmth and a word That is home My home A place I always want to be My home There is none other like you When every wall carries freedom That is home Home Every step away from you carries fear Everyday away from you seems so lost I miss all the love all the warmth The smiles and the laughter in my home
I helped build high walls
Set up defenses as well Blocking out the pain
It worked for a bit
to each call Happy and content though the faint voice I hear is from my worldly self not from God
I have been writing poems
As if I am forging my own armor Yet it seems that what I have made Is more than just a hefty covering But layers of sky-piercing barriers And armies of unfamiliar soldiers With their faces reflected in mine Yet with all these defenses It still won't be enough For the words I bleed fail to nourish The wise owl I aspire to become And the weakest of the weak Isn't invisible behind thick walls Nor will he ever be invulnerable To the crippling echoes from outside And to the storms he sewed himself But as I am doomed to break I will always be bound to fall as well Down the rabbit hole of poetry