#pillars
Love isn't always euphoric –
Authentic love is a profound joy;
Unwavering support, those who
Stand as pillars in your life
Supported by one's feet, but...
Love isn't always euphoric –
_Some pillars do fall!_
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
Those who are young are not to be equated
with those who are older.
And those who are bright are not to be equated
with anyone but themselves
for they are the builders of
our new world.
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC
#*The pillars in the caves
Encrypted and engraved
Ancient they are
Have stood for ages
Weathering changes
Light cold rain dark , the sunshine all gone
The pillars in the caves stand tall
There is a story , many told
Lost in ages ,memories old
Something to be found
The story profound
Only the brave hearts
Unravel the mystery of the history
The strength of the pillars
Ancient they are
Not everyone can and would want to know*#
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 6:46 AM UTC
***The homeland soil
The roots I'm from
The tree pine veins
The flow thorough
The leaves in green
The starry night lit
The spiral's dream
The mighty flights
The peaks are high
The clouds in mist
The eagle feathers
The rainbow tears
The cattle's power
The milky way is8***
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
We are monuments.
Every one of us.
I see before me,
men, women and children
and each one of us is a pillar
upon which entire worlds were built.
Too often do I find this innate sense of guilt,
that stems from not becoming
what we should have been.
I've seen opera singers sell their vocal chords
and take up vows of silence.
I've seen warriors give up the art of violence
and become holy men.
I suppose everything will fall in doubt,
now and then.
But we are pillars,
built to hold up things bigger than ourselves.
If any single one of us fails,
our whole house grows weaker.
This is the place we have been given,
to walk upon and live in.
Each one of it's valleys and peaks
and ditches and creeks
has heard the voice that speaks
of humanity.
Our impact upon this land is timeless.
Yet it seems that yesterday's graveyards,
will become today's sandboxes
until they are tomorrow's graveyards.
We are the pillars that hold up the sky,
we will all stand and we will all fall,
without really knowing why,
but the morale of every story
is hidden behind the words
like the forest behind the trees.
I know we all have memories
but these,
these are for you.
Even if all they ever do
is get you through this one day
then that have paved the way
for tomorrow.
That's all you can ask for, really,
is tomorrow.
One day, we will be denied.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC