I dont wake up with intentions to ruin ur day or break the promises that i made. I wake up with intentions to be that bit of happiness in a bad day that you are having. I can go only that far, because thats how far you let me into your world, thats how far "this" goes.

These big wallls that sorround you are made of concrete that i cant break down, barriers that make me look like the bad person. I only push you to your limits because I want to see you explode, see you break down so that atleast you would let me in to help you pick up the pieces.

I am not a fragment of your past that keeps on appearing into your new future, stop treating me like i wont understand because whats the point of me playing all my cards while you have stacks hidden up your sleeve? Its a long shot but for "this' to work, you have to take it.

History flows throw acrid veins
To cause one more beat
Of the bleadings heart
Bleating heart
Rise and fall
Of iron walls
Inside the cities we build
Skulls of darkness
Cries for help
Yelled into full moon nights
Are pointless
When the moon refuses to listen
Thinly veiled words of acid
Meant to destroy
But nothing is enough
And the wallls stand strong
And Rome still stands
And the Turks still stand
And England still stands
And we still stand
We all still stand
On the cliffs of our ego

GOING ABOUT ITS BUSINESS

'Oh wall! I'm amazed you haven't collapsed
under the weight of drivel you're holding up! '

the graffiti laughs
in self mockery.

'Happy the man who is sleeping with you
tonight.I'd be much happier if I were! '

another wall
mutters to itself jealously.

'You ask, beautiful girl
how many kisses I've snatched?
I've snatched these ones and...
I'm not the only one to do so.'

yet another wall
kisses 'n' tells
in a red on yellow voice.

In the silence
the wallls are shouting
(a babble of voices)          

Time is smiling.

'I came here.
Had a ****
- then I went home! '

another announced
in a who-gives-a-fk manner.

'Lucius is stuffing it
into Caesu's mouth

a drunken scrawl
pronounces

amongst the inns of
THE ELEPHANT...THE LITTLE EAGLE
THE MERCURY & APOLLO.

It is the 23rd
August

AD 79

Mount Vesuvius
hasn't yet exploded.

Pompeii
dozes

in the lazy sun
of this

new morning

going about
its business.



The Pompeian graffiti still exists in all its extraordinary ordinariness and just goes to show that humans will be humans no matter what peroid of history we come to rest in. Most of it could be...now. And it amazes me that their 'now' is little different than our 'now.' People will be people. It is the day before the explosion and Pompeii is just being Pompeii and hasn't yet stepped into the history that will surround and preserve it. How fragile we all are and life is and how alive and fluent are their voices. Only history is static.



This 'exchange' dug up from the long ago when time is history and myth combined is worth more than gold and the voices that come back could well be our own.

NOTHING CHANGES

In the lost city
of Ur

a fragment
survives

The father/son
divide.

The conversation is
a confrontaton.

startling in its simplicity.

Father: 'Where have you been? '

Son: 'Nowhere! '

Seems like there's nothing
new under the sun.

Nothing...
...changes.

***

THE STONES SPEAK IN A GRAFFITI VOICES

“You...have got me pregnant! ”

“You...are a mediocre man! ”

“I hope your ulcerous pustules
open and burn more than ever before! ”

An ordinary day
in Pompeii

then all is
forgotten

as Vesuvius
enters history.

You are currently 9
An age so young
Still vulnerable
With a life awaiting you
But baby don’t be afraid
I’m here to guide you through

See in life

You will encounter people
A lot of people
People who’ll make you laugh
People who’ll make you cry
People who’ll you feel good
People who’ll make feel nothing?
People who’ll do you wrong
People who you’ll do wrong
People who’ll be there
People who’ll be where? What? When? Why?
People who will stay
People who will go
People who will go

So Breathe


You will love
You will love Til you dont feel a thing
Til all you see are the flowers in the graveyard
And the glowing moon in the dark sky
And if that love comes to an end
You will still see the glowing moon in the dark sky
But this time with the sparks of the shooting stars

So breathe


You will learn to love yourself
everything about yourself
You will learn to set your boundaries
And build your wallls way up high
And When you place that final brick
Don’t ever think of crashing it down
Allow yourself to place doors on your walls
But never it’s demolition
And breathe

You will learn to heal your pains
All your pains
And for the pains you couldn’t heal you’ll always have your mothers arms
So breathe.

You will cry my baby
You will cry your nights away
Thinking it’ll get better
But no my baby
You will look up
And Breathe

You will work
you will work so hard
harder than you ever thought you’d do
Doing everything that you never planned for
For the sake of your own self
Your own self or other selves

So Breathe


You will search  for happiness
You will find happiness
But know happiness is no destination
A mere explanation
Happiness is your own feeling
Your feeling of comfort and ease with whom you please
So Please provide no space for no other
Otherwise

Breathe


You will feel lost
You will look for yourself
You will look for yourself in books, in poetry in drawings paintings sports
You might find yourself
You might not
If you don’t just
breathe



eventually

You will come to an end
This will all come to an end
It was never meant to be
We will move on to our eternity