#construction
under construction
painted with caution
i am my destruction
turned us into nothing
i guess i can’t blame you
i made the call
i guess i can’t shame you
fiend withdrawal
under construction
brick by brick
unravel something
i thought would stick
i clung and clung
until i fell of the cliff
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 9:11 AM UTC
I don't know what you expect —
If you're demanding me to reciprocate,
Obliterating my freedom, then you extract
All the foundations of connection,
The thresholds of compassion,
All the holdings of collaboration,
Leaving nothing but a series of construction.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 2:42 AM UTC
I often write about birds and insects
and the sounds of nature
Around me…
But this morning,
A different kind of Gullah
Sounds off;
The builders’ gaggle…
Construction cackle?
The workmen wag?!
Whatever it is,
they woke up the neighbourhood
With their speak
About as-phalt, bricks, and cm of gravel
And then it turned to
Their planned weekend escapades,
Too explicit to share here…
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 4:43 PM UTC
Modern Construction
regards doors as a problem --
and reinvents them.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 4:12 AM UTC
120522
Kaba ng puso ko’y Iyong pasan
Pilit ko mang labanan
Ang mga delubyong namamasukan
Ay kusa kong ibinabaling Sa’yo ang tingin.
Pagkat kailanma’y hindi ako nag-iisa
At sa bawat giyera’y Ikaw ang aking Sandata.
Ang hiwaga ng Iyong pag-ibig
Ay higit pa sa kung anumang bala’t palaso
Na sa akin ay hinahagis upang ako’y sumuko na.
Hindi ako nagmamataas
Na kaya kong patuloy na tumayo
Sa kabila ng mga patibong
Habang ako’y nakapikit pa.
Ngunit sa aking paniniwalang
Ikaw ang aking Buhay,
Ay Ikaw rin ang magbibigay daan
Sa patuloy kong paglagay
Patungo sa aking patutunguhan.
Sa aking pagbimbing
Ay palagi Kang gising —
Nakamulat at ako’y pinagmamasdan
At patuloy na hinihingahan ng buhay.
Nang sa aking paggising
Ay hindi kung kani-kaninong tinig
Ang aking hahanapin.
Pagkat ang nais ng puso ko’y
Sa’yo ako pumisan habambuhay
At Ikaw ay makapiling at maranasan
Sa mga susunod pang bukas
Nang wala nang pangamba pa.
Dec 5, 2022
Dec 5, 2022 at 5:59 AM UTC
091622
The rain emptied its heavy heart,
And all of them get their crowns in white
Their robes contrast with mine
While some hold their golden wands.
I look up to the sky and begged it to stay still
But the waters wanna bless
The dry coarse land we’re treading in.
And everyone was so thrilled to dance in the rain
To relish their breaks and take pleasure in their poise.
I stood aside seeing their joyful faces
But my heart was also gloomy as I search from within.
Everyone started to leave
And I was one of those who are left with their remnants.
My head is downcast as the rain pours
And I felt discouraged and rejected for a while.
I took what is left with me,
And before they eliminate the printout,
Before everyone else embark on their preceding steps,
There I am – having my moment.
I had no chance to put up a smile
And I stroll with tears
That is about to fall
But as I try to compose myself,
I have to overcome myself again and again.
Even if grief buries my face,
Something sparkly assaults me from within —
That there was someone else who watches over me
Who always claps at me
When no one else does.
Someone up there is granting me courage
Who knows how I worked hard
Until I set foot at this very moment.
And while nobody else compliments me,
He who knows me best says,
“You’ve done a great job.”
From a heavy heart this sunrise,
My sunset was moved by praise.
Here I am calling this day a triumph
And praying for those whom God told me to intervene for.
I knew that I don’t always get the outcomes that I expect,
But He who started my foundations
Will soon bring me to the finish line.
And I will continue to run this race —
Looking at the Gem of my heart.
Truly, humility comes before honor
And honor and praise only belong to my King —
To my King who sees my afflictions
Whether in sorrow or joy,
Let me serve you
With all of my heart, strength, mind, and soul.
Nov 22, 2022
Nov 22, 2022 at 9:12 PM UTC
There is a plot of land near my home which once housed an abundance of flora and fauna.
Turtles, birds, rabbits, snakes, wild dogfennel, pines, periwinkles, alamandas and southern river sage thrived in this space which now boasts only an open plot of beige mounds, cement cylinders, and monstrous machines.
I grimace at its "progress" daily.
Across the street, a large patch of wildflowers sit up and gaze upon this scene.
Day after day,
Erupting from the blue-eyed grass,
A family of spanish needle
and Mexican petunias
turn their blooms toward the beeping and the clunking of machines.
White peacock butterflies and red-tipped dragonflies dance around the feeding bees. I'd like to be like the flowers. To bloom rebelliously in the face of greed and destruction. Even though soon, they will be gone too.
Sep 23, 2022
Sep 23, 2022 at 4:14 PM UTC
To Ed
What child were they
When piercing squeal
Grabbed the foreman by the *****
What child were they
When putty tears
Smeared and blobbed
On the sheeting?
Running from
The construction pit
The thrill of sand and truck
Implodes.
Metal **** makes decent scar
That keeps the girls’
tongues a-wagging.
‘Always heed the ‘Keep Out’ signs,’
The stony man booms at the boy;
‘I told you not to wander where
Granite pavement yields to digger.’
Years ago, that child, was I and
Diggers now are doors and roofs;
Then here, one day, my own boy falls,
And blood comes oozing from elbow.
Running from
The construction pit
The thrill of sand and truck
Implodes.
But, how should I, with damaged tools,
Be the
Grafter Dad
He’s seeking?
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 2:28 PM UTC
There is a house in Newport Green
They call it the sturdy one
It withstood all kinds of stormy weather
Ever since time had begun
If you're wondering why it's still there
Even though it moans and groans
Never mind smart wood construction
It lasted thanks to good bones
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 6:54 AM UTC
This world is changing a lot and everyone is busy blaming the youth of today
But it's wrong to always blame the youth ,
how can we blame the future only when without present we can't blame future.
Youth is the beginning of future and they can be the end of future if they didn't get guide of right way,
They have the only power to construct and destruct the world as per the guidance,
Youth are now living a virtual world on facebook, instagram or twitter ,they no longer need to speak face to face.
If they only knew the value of time and a lost childhood which is the one thing that no one could ever replace.
All the youngster want to cause riot but they also hide their faces in the hoodies,
The girls desperate to become thin and that's why they through their breakfast, lunch and tea at the toilet.
Each of us is born with a hidden gift but our future children have just forgotten how to find it.
Older generation demand respect but it's one way traffic as respect back is something they sometimes forget to show.
Instead of teaching our future generations how to fly we tied them down in the fear of if they fly high above us.
Bullies and racist still torture their victims leaving them to cry on their own because they are afraid of open up.
Sometimes they want to open up but we just ignore them and that tend them to choose the wrong path i.e .,destruction.
And then again present becomes the main or hidden reasons of destruction.
Because of our negligence their beautiful and bright dreams fades away and then their dreams captured by darkness .
The dawn of a new generation will begin and no doubt people will still blames the youth and will forget their deeds and negligence.
And the main point is blaming is nothing the ultimate solution if it's truly is then the presents itself have to be blamed not the future generations because they are only the key toy in the hands of their parents and they are the main culprit.
So lastly it is to be said our youth or we can say future generations is not only responsible for the destruction if they will have got the right guide then they were surely the proud reasons of constructions of the world.
So that's why Youth can be the beginning of destruction means end of the world.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 7:31 AM UTC
doors are paved
buckets are heavy
fingers are glazed
pockets are ******
give and take
wife and man
pride and joy
hope and plan
air is toxic
back is failing
sleep is painful
bed is creaking
start or stop?
lows or highs?
smith or serf?
debt or worth?
car not starting
strap not locking
meds not working
wheels not stopping
Nov 23, 2021
Nov 23, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC
For you the days starts early
The sun rises fast
Hydrate hydrate hydrate
You need to last
Got to Get that asphalt melting
You Grab your mop
It Smells like money
Now Your slinging hot
Your roofing now
Its not for the weak
You must be tough
Almost a freak
As the day goes by
You are really moving now
Backs begin to ache
You persevere somehow
**** the break
The greenhorns quickly learn
We’re not going to stop
We still got hot to burn
You respect the danger
You know its real
There is beauty on the roof
Only a real roofer can feel
As the sun sets low
You start to wind it down
You put in real work
You never frowned
Be proud
Hold your head high
Your a god dam Roofer
You live in the sky!!!!
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 7:34 PM UTC
As we flow imagining we motivate
our selves to go on,
crack the whip,
try oomph-ala
like… take and read the little book, or swallow
what you're told…
for any mind a thinking thing is companion,
welcome the strange
little light leading on,
for minded beings do not live by bread, alone.
Inside, we see alone.
Outside, I see all one. Am I enlightened,
I ask my closest confidant.
Ah, I utter
as a sigh, slack jawed awe, a we is made
right now --
me and thee, dear, dear reading being thinking
do you mind?
Did I capitalize on your confusion to stick
a point into a bubble you believed?
How would you know?
{1.
Omphalos is the hub of any bubble of being,
center of gravity, if I may
make that assertion
as certain as
may be in these days of knowledge expansion.
May is you word, now. You know.}
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC
Use caution! Work zone!
Active poem in progress
Under construction
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 11:52 PM UTC
To Destroy, First Build (The Construction of Human Dissolution)
steely Ironies begin as the end nears, leather torn by fabric,
when humans begin the separation protocol, **when first
we intend to dissolve, we need construct, ***** barriers
so true, good fences make good neighbors...no. great enemies.
the invisible ones, freight train tracks running down the middle
of the bed, new lands of “his side, her side,” shut your light off!
he makes a joke, she don’t turn her head, maybe she, offers instead
a secret grimace, thinking inside too little late, bothering/thinking
go write your breakup poetry, that’ll keep you truly invested and
ocupado, lock door’d, why is my toothbrush in a moving van, that I didn’t hire, no destination home, notes passed via refrigerator door, what was that “have children chatter?” months+words recent, huh?
just months ago, not confused, don’t touch his diet drink! man-o-man,
thank god we didn’t do a vaca drive up the West Coast, hanging with relatives in SF, LA not your town, you hate tinsel and pretense. BS.
arguing when we need to add gas, a wonderful double entendre, when was the end of detente, we abrogate the Treaty of Versailles, another place we won’t ever get to go-gether,** that just makes me sadly happier, and
I think; now I understand why he always booked us seats on airplanes separated by the aisle, no head upon his shoulder, in my lap, holding hands needs disinfectant, social distancing solves many problems now,
need now, no asking how, to conceive destroy, imagine concrete:
first you must build, it’s how one does it, human dissolution requires work, malice aforethought, we both master builders, see yeah, that’s a joke, a good one too...let’s laugh not together at us, our edifice crumbles
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 2:22 PM UTC
A post truth world:
truth's a construction,
witnesses manufactured,
facts designed with intent;
Any lie is for sale,
as it pleases the powers
and brings in the money;
But your choice is your freedom:
you believe
what you want to believe;
Truth
is your construction too:
without power, without money
but via the accessible
social engine of truth manufacture
many witnesses shall rise
and believe in you too.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
Rallying in hordes of horses,
Assassins from malsI pillaged us,
Maraud they did our temples.
Merely by converting out from Đhärm,
And reading the Satanic Verses,
Never you do forget your roots,
Demolish the original temple they did,
India is Bhāräŧ and will always be,
Right now the Hïnđū people celebrate.
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Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
_I do opine that a constant life, although agreeable in its construction and longevity, may render its subject without two sympathetic words to rub together._
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
what was
at stake
there with
Homeric and
that equality
must examine
rush with
Fredrick now
POTUS as
outcome with
that matter
so embrown
Grecian with
extemporaneous wile
in this
mound of
their debate
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC
STOP
Slow Down
Beware of falling objects
Sorry for the inconvenience
Detour
Exit this way
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 1:27 AM UTC
Return to me
As all things should
They come from nothing and return;
Construction,
Destruction,
Reconstruction,
All things must flow back to me
I am God
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
Nagtago ang mga parilya sa kalupaan
Habang sila'y kusang nagpahimlay sa pagsisilbing lakas t tuntungan
Siguro, naisip din nilang ayos lang mapasailalim
Kung ito nama'y marangal at bubuo sa bukas at ngayon.
Habang sila'y sama-samang ipinagbibigkis
Ay mas lalo silang nakatatamo ng sugat mula sa isa't isa
Hindi nila ininda ang dumi o kahit na ang agos
Na posibleng yumurak sa kanilang mga pagkatao.
Sa aking pagtingala mula sa pagkasisid sa kalaliman ng kanilang mga adhikain
Ay nasasaksihan ko ang pag-usad ng mas matitibay pang haligi
Na dito sa ating baya'y may iilan ding tunay na tatayo
At nanaising maging tuntungan ng iba para sa higit na pagsulyap sa araw
Sila'y kapit-bisig sa pag-aalay ng dugo't pawis
Para sa ikuunlad ng kabuuan.
At unti-unting mahuhulog na tila nagkakalansingang mga barya
Ang mga may buo ang loob.
At sa pagbibilang ko ng mga araw ay walang pakundangan silang magiging isa
At malilimot na rin ng iilan na minsan, sila'y may pagkakaiba --
Na minsan, sila'y pinulot at hinugasan
At ngayon sila'y nagbago mula sa pagiging kupas na larawan.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC