#mortar
i might leave a greener pasture
for a field of blue roses.
and some time spent
on the coast.
these hands were built
for bricks and
failure. made for
disappointment like a
bowling alley gutter.
dont even get me
started on the rest of it.
i have too much of a
bad thing and we are all
children at play.
i am known to leave
a good thing behind.
but ive never had
a great thing before,
so im not sure
how to feel.
i could start softening
the mortar again,
or just suffer in silence.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC
Inanimate
How much easier it would be, to be
Or so at least I like to think
When my mind runs away from the building of me
Like a brick I fall
Like a block I sink
Hopefully back into place
But if it's not for me
Would you tear me apart God brick by brick?
And build me as I was meant to be?
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
A philosopher thinks
A writer expresses
A planner makes plans
A poet feels, conceives and reflects with emotions
To reshape the world using a mortar of love of nature
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
Raise our bottles to the purple night
We'll bend these floorboards
weighed down with our voices.
Shout the doors wide open
fling the windows up
erupt into the
streets we know
then fade and dissipate--
embers, sparks and cinders,
each and every one of us.
A fireworks display--
a winter's day in negative.
Let's cross these longneck bottles,
flashing foaming glass Excaliburs,
and pour our frothing voices
'cross these seething summer streets;
boiling over, burning out.
The snows are coming soon enough
to spread out half a year between
our memories and this night.
So let's hoist our glass Excaliburs
and join our ragged voices to the night
while records spin.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC