Best Back Against The Wall Poems
Biting into the dead,
he tastes the aftertaste of burnt ashes!
The meal of her emotions,
buried alive within silken strands.
Blood inside sorrow burning,
sweet desire weeping...
Yet, it cannot possibly extinguish his pain.
Bleeding heartbreaks do not expire.
His eternal torment is fortified.
Into two pieces he is equally divided.
One who feels he has his back against the wall!
The other who has not a care.
Free falling teardrops,
salted within life's passionate carnage.
Nails in his mouth for he is iron born,
attaching beauties have felt his plunging sword.
His sanctuary is a dream catcher.
He's stuck inside it's Web,
hanging there above forever,
until she takes his last breath away.
Always now, in this moment was he formed.
Long before time, he was destined to be hers
Until they meet again his heart pauses.
He will not know eternal glory,
until her love courses through his veins!
As he has promised, he will succumb to her
The angels then will sing
Rejoicing bells will ring out grateful notes
Both will finally atone for their sins!
A collaboration with Liam Mcdaid. Thanks for accepting my invitation.
When Liam first sent over his verses I had no idea where we would end up.
I thought you might find the process of interest. Here are the words Liam started us off with.
Biting into the dead remains of ashes burnt
buried alive blood inside sorrow burning
sweet desire weeps bleeding heartbreaks
in two divided one who has had the back against a wall
Freefalling teardrops within life's passion
nails in the mouth attacking beauties sanctuary
a dream catcher stuck inside a Web
hanging there forever
until you take my last breath away
always yours until we meet again
eternal glory as angels will sing
rejoicing bells ring grateful
I hope you enjoy the inside look.
I always liked the way she played with her hair....
across from the vast expanse of the bed,
legs up, with her back against the wall,
I saw what she felt....
and she could hold me with her deep angel-eyes ----
oogle me to stare long, or leap upon her wondrous teases;
It was a time to play in some boy-girl laughing land,
some 'gentile' course devoid of the harsh of the world,
she too lovely for such petty,
too splendid with one wave, with one annointed gaze
my darker footsteps fade....
no pain to clutch in her most welcome arms ----
the world could wait....
ten thousand years,
I've longed such love more infinite with me (now soft),
she of fine recipes and finer whims to tickle the itch
in my soul,
the immediate meld of our hands,
shall need no other assurance
" I am here, always, " she breathed upon the cold steps,
winding through life crooked with doubt
.....how monolith her mist sifts sweet upon frozen winds,
and warms my sullied heart ----
that fades.....fades fast while she's amiss!
how empty this old urn without her ----
dead my able bones,
and the heart which my melancholy makes,
helpless, sick with deeper wans,
greater-goods shall not prevail this lame steed for long
Though I best remember her and smile,
and call the good of it my memory has found,
eased with her sweet-lovely ----
but too sweet for one mighty man,
and her wings swift with silken downs,
o'er the flowered hills;
she goes, this bird of gypsy will,
her flight crimson til dusk;
this dove she flew but once,
and her affections have been awhile....
the tear is long and its drip dire,
though I shall try to remember her
(and smile)
***Based on a movie I saw,(though some
of it comes from pleasant recollections(lol!)
very sad, but she returns in the end!***
Written in 2014
I’m standing in the corner
of a room named loneliness
There are people all around me
in their ties and fancy dress
They’re engaged in conversation
and though some of it’s with me
without you in my life
I’m as lonely as can be
I’m laughing as I’m talking
but my thoughts are all of you
The way we use to laugh
and the things we use to do
I’m drinking and pretending
that everything is fine
But secretly I’m dying
knowing you’re no longer mine
I look around and wonder
when this room became so small
I’m searching for the exit
with my back against the wall
The ceiling’s getting shorter
and the air is getting thin
I dare not think about it
or this room will start to spin
Your face is flashing through my mind
but I need to let it go
There are many expectations
I maintain this social show
Yes somehow I’ll continue
with this smile held on my face
But secretly I’m dying
In this cold and lonely place
Written November 2, 2015
With my back against the wall
I fall
Down never ending staircases
That spiral down below
To seas where books float downstream
Along open pages reflecting past memories
Spinous leather bound by visionaries
Bookended and upended
I'm nothing but a cog
A pawn in this epilogue
Rosencrantz and Gildenstern are dead
And with them I make my bed
Lost in the littered pages of history
My life is bordering the brink
So does it matter what I think?
You'll miss me if you blink
Writing this book in disappearing ink
Scream both hands into the air,
Arch your back against the wall,
Plant both feet upon the floor,
As you proudly show your all,
All your laugh, all your yearn,
All your fears from way deep down,
Exposing all you‘ve ever hid,
Spread out on the ground,
And this brush will pick each small piece up,
And wash it to the screen,
This brush will recreate the truth,
All your truth that’s ever been,
It will show the moan from your ache,
In white and black and grey,
This painting will celebrate your thirst,
Your emotions on display.
we are a bundle of contradictions
on one hand bliss magnetism pervades form
on the other, earth life continues to test
love alone’s real but how to conform
the message of the master is simple
all conflicts must be healed by love alone
yet when called upon to fight injustice
principles discarded, we’re on our own
our back against the wall, where’s the option
save doing what it takes to do what’s right
for to lie down and pretend we are dead
is surely a betrayal of God’s light
we wish not to be drawn into battle
so we turn to God to steer our life’s course
since our master’s counsel must be obeyed
and conflict resolved without use of force
Bouts of lightning flashes,swirls
And lightens up the pitch, black night
Of our neck of the woods
Tailgated by stealthy footsteps
Of growling, grunting, moaning and roaring thunder,
As in gnashing and grinding of canine
As rain, like beads of sweat, acne and goose pimples
Break out on my forehead and entire body,
Sprouting like yam tendrils from the earth;
meandering as water in rain gutter
From a million hair follicles,
Teasing my entire body
And finally docking by hook or crook
Like a boat at it's embedded tributary
Between my negritude toes
I google in consternation, bewilderment
At your obstinate attempt
As pestle on bits of grain in motar
To pound a defiant, renegade earth
Back against the wall in rope-a-dope
To submission and surrender
Powerful strokes of koboko whips
Descending from heaven
As plague upon pharaoh and his kinsmen,
Drumming endlessly on thatch roofs
And corrugated iron roofs alike
Concocting rhythms more intoxicating
And damning than heavy metal music
Images of African women
Resiliently scurrying, shuffling,
Between thatch huts and drooling rain;
Scuttling to retrieve rain water in pails
And ebony children
Drenched in rain like weather beaten bats
Savoring every drop from the whinning sky
Rain,
I yearn for your spirit
But dread your fiery, fury,
Flash and flood
Come rain, soak me in your mist;
Drape me in your dew and moisture
Rain,
Your ghost evokes succor and misery!
when I look at you —
I see a pillar of strength
who's toils and tribes are hidden
like the deepest of dark secrets
destroy you? you won't allow it
know matter what — you stand strong
with shoulders broad — taking on the world
time and time again
with feet planted...back against the wall
sometimes reeling— but you never fall
a man's —man — standing up to adversity
you've earned your master's from hard knocks university
the world has shown you no mercy
still— you rise to every conflict
prepared to do battle
spirit sometimes shaken—but never rattled
with fist of iron
and heart of gold
the troubles you've endured
will never be told
cause although life's journey has been a rough ride
you've got your pride
a spiritual man
who will always stand—BOLD
through it all...
I was reading in the papers,
of worldly problems that there are!
The one I'm most concerned about,
is the most critical, by far!
There's unemployment, crime, and politics,
just to name a few!
A lot of major problems,
a lot of stuff to do!
But, we face a real dilemma,
I learned from "Dear, Heloise"!
It ain't a threat to our survival,
like from flooding or disease!
It must be real important,
that would be my guess!
Because "Heloise" is real selective,
on what she sends to Press!
It's, How should Toilet Tissue be hung?
That's our biggest problem of all!
Should it flow, like a waterfall, over the front,
or come down the back, against the wall?
Written 8/5/12
With your nerves stretched paper thin,
you tend to lose control.
When you are down- -no chance to win,
and feel need to sell your soul.
Finding your back against the wall;
no dreams, no tricks of fate.
No harvest waits to gather in the fall.
A butterfly morning breaks.
I’ll not blame the poor days on fate,
nor give up on life too soon.
While butterflies flit I linger late
on a wildflower afternoon.
Charles Henderson
His love
was above
the pain
from the
stained glass
and aftermath
of abuse
he cradled me
while disabling
reasons
he'd say
shhhhhhhh
the animals love you.
and if you stop crying
they'll come
and sing to us
I
inhaled his breath
and believed that
if I breathe invitation
i'd hear
the wild wolves
howl while they prowled
around us..
He said..
it's not us they hunger
they seek the thunder
under the same sins and stars..
I
felt special
and for just a few minutes
felt the devils arms around me..
I
believe that
the rain washes us clean.
then one day
early
too early
jesse was alone
the animals were sleeping..
as it rained
he blamed himself
for the health
of a sick earth...
got the bible
and his gun
closed his eyes and sung
to god.
as we scurried the floor
to gather his brains
and tried piecing his head
back together
i
sat back against the wall
and tasted the blood
of an angel...
my finger still lingers
the scent...
changing the rules
changing realities
listing the rules
color coded names and numbers
take me away replace the whole charade
never mention it
and cash it all in for a trade
worry free
list of names
forwarned with a package
three days before the curse
maybe you wil give it up try again
wash your hands clean of this oxymoron
parade the clowns on april fools day
the numbers before the lottery
back against the wall
the clowns all face it eventually
nice way to kick the bucket
what a wow
euphemism
what a trumpet
lady blue picking the flesh off the bones
make it easier if i could
but we ressurect the reason for the abstract itmes
inside this box
a secret hiding place
clues to find me amidst a headless blunder
bleeding in the screams of irony
doubting good intentions
sell it all
double entent
agent come clean
force you in the wide open
and the cats back in the bag
ring the bell
and the box stays closed
now deal with the envelope
stay in my shadow
lick the stamp
names and numbers
what game of thuinder
tru to the color
im losing the value of the ships im sinking
never made me wonder
will i sleep good tonight
quivering on the streets
im falling asleep
will they find me
replace the secret with the magic
replace the magic with the tragic
string them along
knock by knock
one good turn
and ring the bell
i stand here my back against the wall, nearly defeated, sedated physically, mentally well and alive. Death threatening to cease the beating of my heart, my blood runs cold, i pray, lord please allow me to die. These trials and twisted tribulations you predict have hardened my soul, my body has been bruised, battered and torn. I feel as if i too have carried a wooden cross, been persecuted by my peers and now i too wear a crown of thorns. My life is held
Within your hands, my death within Lucifer’s, a war i alone will stand and fight, though sadly will not win. I am conscious of the consequences i must serve, it is surviving eternity i cannot contemplate, or fathom the sins you must forgive. Sinfully i have walked your righteous path, morally i hold contempt prisoner within my heart, my faith diseased, walls constructed and built. You alone share my darkest regrets, my unshared secrets, you
Recognize that in my mind i have raped, cheated, plundered and repeatedly killed. To serve you i must repent, completely turn from my ways, fall to my knees, pray, trust only in you, born again, and then saved. To walk hand and hand with you, sadistically i must suffer, shed blood, be horribly mocked, betrayed and ironically enter heaven’s gate through a six foot grave. My back is against the wall, a decision must be made, live for you or as you promised spend eternity in the lakes of fire burning, screaming, forever in pain. Demented though isn’t it, it seems like a reflection of my life, the only difference lord, these flames can be extinguished if only you would allow it to rain. I stand here naked, vulnerable, offering you a glimpse, a very open and deadly game of truth or dare. The simple truth, i cannot believe my head is bowed right this moment, the dare if you choose to accept, lord, please make this my last prayer.
Moment to think.
Moment to clear my head.
Moment to reflect, look in the mirror, and take accountability.
Moment to love my reflection back.
Because its life or death for me.
A moment to sit and not think about anything.
A moment to be without trying to be anything… just a moment.
Yep, yep it means everything.
A gun to my head, once pulled the trigger.
Split second pulled away.
From my head in that moment that meant everything.
Back against the wall trying to figure it out.
Don’t have answers but a moment of clarity.
A moment with my back pressed up against the wall.
A simple walk outside, yes, that meant everything in that moment of all that pressing pain.
A moment to step out, to spill it out.
Brave.
The moment I did, God handed me a key.
A moment of weakness manifested to strength of a better being.
The past is that past, but right… Now is everything.
In this moment.
Suffering is just a hurdle but sometimes looks too hard to jump over it.
People, places, and things won’t let you get over it.
So I take walks on the beach.
And the horizon shows that I’m not limited at all.
In this moment.
Because now means everything.
In this moment of being.
©StephanieGutierrez2015
trapped in a dream forever i was gone
a mind of deception a love that was strong
my back against the wall with stabs to the heart
my love, my life,,has driffted apart
you say you love me, i can hear the lie
you say, you don't lie, but the angels cry
they cry a sunny day, cause it hurts so bad
in this time in our life we feel so sad
were lost in a maze trying to find eachother
lost like a child with no warmth of a mother
i wanna die cause i hate this life
i close my eyes and fight this life
my world has falling and i lost a friend
please help me god, so i can breath again