#masonry
You've gotta learn to love the vinegar,
Even if the taste is bitter,
Because times always get tough.
It's about drinking it in, taking it in;
Finding the strength to get back up.
To slog off the rough
And chisel something out
May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 4:48 PM UTC
When you talk about masonry,
There are lots of types of joints.
It will last if built correctly,
I'm sure it never disappoints.
A mortise and tenon joint,
Is the strongest and best looking,
And I am not like that like she is.
I may be strong but not good looking.
So I consider myself as a doweled joint,
Which is only strong.
But when I look at you,
I realized that I'm just a Dado joint.
The ones who always support.
Like how they support shelves,
Like how I support you for her.
I'm not strong as I thought I could be.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 6:44 AM UTC
The gorgon's masonry casting châteaus
for the rich
turning hearts to pompous narcissist
once of legends and myths
has arisen once again
blue light and endless scroll
the gorgon's masonry casting shadows
for the everyman
turning hearts to pompous narcissist
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
There was a big boom once
Population dynamics are intrin-
sic functions of gumption
and big booms echo in eternity.
I look at the industrial revolution
through infrared filters
to parameterize the haze of our lives using
a kaleidoscope landmarking
technique andor technology
where the function of plutocracy
(and it is taking shape)
while it resonates on post-reformations
and pre-modernisms
How do you like them schizms?
Living the religion of
capital ~ ism
and paying homage on prayer mats of
blood ~ sweat ~ and 1, 2 many beers
through our blue collar dollars and
masonry jars and crossroads guitars
(and between the bars)
of our own creation.
Now moving toward remediation
and un-plebiation.
I cried vermouth and reconciliation while
they expunged truth and trylobytes.
The inevitability always bubbles up.
And in the trailer park of our lord: 2017
Ricky and Julian and Bubbles
pay homage to a great poet lost: Mr. Lahey.
(within the mystery of our own creation)
Thus we toast to: The Theatre of Life
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
Not for me another love
like choking fear
It will not budge
I dare not blink
for it now seems
by choosing drink
I dwell in dreams
I grind to bits
my words and teeth
when searching through
my history:
to lift above
what lay beneath
all that broken masonry.
...
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC