"bricking" poems
An artist,
I’m scared to be left to my thinking atoms and nuclear cells
Why solder my raining thoughts to reality
In my head I can’t trust these clockworks
Rusted gears precariously tricking forward
Tensions unbalance on a pinched nerve ending
Hesitate I retract to others knowing what I don’t know
That once I start I might fail
I don’t do what I want to
I don’t speak when I want to
When I so desperately need to
Before I explode
Violently, into a void
Void of emotionless urges
An artist like me if I so believe I am
Doubtfully attempts to act in the face of thunder
Only to cowardly hide in a cat’s whisker
Inner bricking delays outer progress
Progress I provocatively flaunt to the alive bodies
While knowing the fallacious congrats is unwarranted
I don’t believe in magical rainbow kitten surprise wishes
But I won’t also hide my love
With the internal flame dimming
I want to act the part by flipping over the stones
For the mysteries hidden away
To see them crawling out
My untapped desires
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
The wall that was a stoner,
It was always very high,
Everyday it felt it could get
Higher,
******
Chipped
Looks, rough around the edges
Quite a scruffy looking wall,
It was bricking it once,
As it thought it was moving
But that was the clouds passing by.
The wall always felt used,
People,
Walking,
Over,
It all of the time,
Some even hit it,
***** were always soar"**
The wall was a stoner
Bricks,
Mortar,
&
More,
It was a high wall, because its days
Were still, it couldn't be anything more..
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
You were always
a bit of backward
but your small, fuzzy grins
came cheap and easy.
We never guessed
they'd change the rules
so fast.
Salvation might have come
in coupon form,
and dolled-up pretty—
some say better than new—
we could have shared
old games, odd romance,
a few more laughs.
But I let that last chance slip,
and now a brick,
you're going gently onto
the back-alley *******
heaped in the middle of the night.
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 11:43 AM UTC
Brighton is the closest
to Brexit than anywhere
in Britain so why not
Bring a Breton sample
and stop Brainwashing
to Brake the Brackets
that Braggarts Brag in
Brainless Bravado of
Bribery that is Brewing
by Bricking the tunnel
thus Bridling Brittle Brows,
with Brutal Brush-offs
Bruising Brotherly love.
ps.
EXIT via the backstop.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
This prison of mine has grown,
It started as fear,
Building blocks of agony and pain,
Slowly bricking me in,
One layer of cement a day,
A new barricade each and every year.
This prison of mine is cold,
Winter settled in,
Summer sun never travels inside,
Sharp and spirited ice,
Fencing off the feelings I loathe,
All the emotions that destroy and sin.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 5:38 AM UTC
They said,no avail
No better for you
Just because your life is hell
Or ,you are out of fuel.
The heavy words you lift
they have made you
A good craft lifter,
See now,you are painted bright colours
You never ever anticipated
You were dimmed like light
they wanted to see the darked
Side of you but you were the twilight
And the star in their lives
Now they have started
finger pointing see what you have become
You are now a recognized institution
To them, to the entire nations
Don't think its an image of imaginations
Their is a battle of incantations
They made in an absence of light
Before you,
or rather before me either before the nation
They said you're nothing
You can't do anything
Just see their tummies
Oh-oooh, they are now fries
Who were saying
Just quit and do something
Often they're now scared of you
Merely a single time
They never trusted you
Because you were looking same
No more shading tears,
You're a fully time grown up man
Continue changing the gears,
to reach were they never reached before."
"it only takes a step
things to get better in life. "
That was my daily quote for you I had.
They lied themselves,
because their eyes were bricking so fast,
the prediction of their colours turned brown to rust,
so they failed to test the sweetest so fast
they never ever thought
You will be honoured by the people of the nations.
"Remember,you have just set a light in their lives."
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
All your stories
Built in days done
Bits and pieces
Of dreams and horrors
Containing fragments
Of tears and joy
To begin and live once more
A harbor of practiced sanctuary
Given dreams that fear
Never come, never mind
The things whichever breathe
Twist in place, be taken in loving arms
Safely knowing here
No clawing past can find you
You are hidden in a future
Never before imagined
This was not where you sought
A place which compromised
Would bring you back
To the past, found again
Although here I'll be
By your side,
To live and protect
Serving as the walls
Bricking back the past
And forever loving you
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
When I Call There's No Response,
I Reply To His Need & What Wants,
In This Absence Emptiness Haunts,
A Beautiful Face But It Just Taunts.
When I'm Ill I Care For You,
Tears Still Spill I'm There For You,
All My Love Left Spare For You,
Was I A Joke A Dare To You.
Was I A Game To Play For You,
A Flame To Fan Man Shame On You,
I Was Young & Thought The Best,
Now I See You're Like The Rest.
I Was Angry & Burning Out,
You Was Banging & Earning Clout,
Left Me Hanging I'm Gurning Gums,
Now I See You Churning Sums.
Finger ******* Finger Licking,
All These Men They Get To Tricking,
When Confronted They Are Bricking,
But Their Lies They Just Aren't Sticking.
I Thought You Were Mine,
I Bought You Some Time,
Double Jeopardy Commits The Same Crime,
Dropping A Thousand To Pick Up A Dime.
I Am A Diamond That Is A Dog,
I'm In The Clear Have Fun In The Fog,
I Can Still Hear When You Huff Like A Hog,
I'm Without Fear While You Rot In A Bog.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
6am
an exquisite time for a funeral
loud tolls of the sun
fresh morning breeze
here to dry moist faces
6:01am
a great time to realize
you are a part of the scene
standing on the sloppy green
looking around all bewildering
6:02am
the time 2 min after seven, you get it
it’s you - the one to bear the sorrows
to mourn for the loss
to carry the weight in guts
6 something
now the time does not matter
it’s you - burying your friend
the misbehaving devils angel
since ever a part of your hell
6 sins
only he could play all in one shot
magic up 6 deadly joys
the sinner and saviour
your very rare self
6 days
or even less
you contemplated and found
you shared the wisdom writing
on matters of truth and true love
6 guys
of yours in the meanwhile,
bricking him up, behind the scene
shutting the shy but calling friend out
lying you’d better live without
and now
Your guys were actually You
the blind and dead stupid You
who murdered your buddy in his best age
and 6, .... now makes no sense
All you could do is
speak to the mirror
asking for nothing
or everything
Hoping to reflect back maybe
it was just a call of mercy,
unordinary protection drill
that no one’s dead, not yet
Please please, but maybe...
you just missed the moment
to lay humbly the bouquet down
to say to rest in peace
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
no justice in this love
Doesn't want me close
Wants me too close
Guilty for staying here
Guilty for staying there
Pulled apart and put together
Stretched too thin and crammed in a box
Pound on the sides, can't find my way out
Of this paper jail, of this thick air...
Wall around you I can't get through
Bricking me in, you're too close
Lying beside you, you're too far
Might as well flinch at my touch
My fault, loved you too much
Didn't love you enough.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
Night and day
They give each other balance
To much of either is bad
Staying to long in this dark makes you lose hope.
Staying to long in this light makes you forget how you got there in the first place.
You lead me here into this dark
This dark that I will not leave
The blinds on the window open sometimes
But I'm still in this dark dark room.
With myself and a door that you're behind
But then all of a sudden you bring lamps into my room and turn the switches on and it's bright. This is the light I soak up. But as I'm soaking up this false ray of hope from your light you're bricking up my last window.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC