People tend to respect, respect,
both given and received
The dignity of every life,
in one-on-one reprieves
People tend to share the joy,
while closeting the pain
Humanity as best displayed
—when we are all to gain
(Austin Park: March, 2021)
My little room...my four walls.
I sit in one of the four corners--
Like an embryonic sac, lifeless in a state of non existence...
Embellishing in the silence as I travel the deserts—of a dusty mind.
I now switch corners... deja vu, the walls are closeting in
Everything is the same except smaller—oh such a hell
To ponder without thought...a holographic Holocaust
A devouring reality.
Each corner of the four walls a prismatic prison...
A convoluted construct—my four walls of the apocalypse
I switch corners again...I see foreverness
An Asylum refuge-sheltering my layering lies.
What am I?...a pensive reject, a pondering fool,
A thoughtless thought... a disconnect of an ancient memory...
I get to the last corner...I see a speck of a thought
A microbial element within the diminishing walls...
Four Walls-contest
Feb.24.2016 ^WW^
The inconsistencies ~ life, death's enforce
as love's immortal framework spans divorce,
this rabid intercession teams remorse
from closeting my feelings, my discourse!
In apprehension's daydreams, I consign
emotional will's esteem as so refine,
and buckle my engender, nary's twine
indigenous, the urge to seek divine!
A passion for the arts, love's closest mind
is pallid by all else . . . all else confined!
I am sitting here
Looking at four walls
No were to go
Noghting to do
These walls are closing
What did i do
My life is going to stop
How do i get out
I have been caught
More there closeting
More i fight
Were is the door
How did i get in here
How did i get locked down
They're closeting more
No were to run
No were to go
No one to see
Just me and my misery
I am gone these walls have me
Do people see me gone
OR just happy i'm gone
But i am here for life.