THE WALL
All that we call wrong
Has finally come to call
Plaster, brick, mortar rot
Imploding on us all
From Lilith's fight
To Eve's first bite
Eden's banished, fall
From meat and bone
From sling and stone
To glass and steel tall
We've earned the right
To spread our blight
To hear the trumpet's call
If it must end
A sorry, send
To Heaven
Hell, we'll crawl
On hands and knees
The gates, we'll plead
Oh yes, we have the gall
Please let us in
Forgive our sins
Why, Heavens built a wall
To you, I must always be veridical,
The amor I have, will invariably be plentiful.
I'm in shock and awe, at how hard I fallen,
On hands and knees, I'd come crawlin.
A twinkling gleam, that dances in your eyes,
You're sparkling smile, that makes me think I want a prize.
Fine tone arms, I long to embrace,
Not being able to hide, the smile etched upon my face.
A gentle touch, from your angelic hand,
Would make me quiver, with the end of my hair, would stand.
Slender back, giving way to an exquisite rear,
To tell you I love you, I'll not ever fear!
on my hands and knees
I've nurtured you from seedling
rescuing you from weeds
caring lovingly
as you grew into beauties
sunbathing in sun
the garden your home
sanctuary for the fragile
as the wild look in
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the number of churches he attended?
Or the diapers he has changed
Is it the child he had to discipline
Or the one he constantly praised?
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the hours he clocked in
Working for the Man
Is it the sacrifices he has made
Leaving callouses on his hands
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the times he said please and thank you
Or the birthdays he has missed
Is it the vows he's kept or broke
Or the women he has kissed?
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the time spent doing hobbies
Or the hours watching TV
Is it the home he built for his family
Or the scars on his hands and knees?
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the degrees hanging on his wall
Or the empty praise he got
Is it the knowledge that he gained
But then soon forgot?
The measure of a man
Is not what he says or does
It's not the money he amasses
Or the great deeds he thinks he's done.
The measure of a man is hidden
It is what he is at his core
The measure of a man can be anything
But the true meaning of a man is hidden
Deep in his very core
It is being true to himself
That he can be that much more!!!
I was on the verge of total annihilation
So it was time to get some rehabilitation
Can’t believe it was a doctor that got
me addicted
That’s something I would have never
predicted
Before I realized it I had lost all control
My free will, it had definitely stole
I was tired of being alone and
disconnected
Praying for my life to be resurrected
I got down on my hands and knees
Begging that I could beat this
disease
I was so far gone, I had nothing
to give
But I kept pushing forward cause I
wanted to live
For so many years I lived a life of
oppression
Getting sober is now my new obsession
Tough letting go of what I thought
was my identity
Now I’m one step closer to finding
true serenity
I’m down upon my hands and knees,
Dry as the proverbial bone.
I know you hear my lonely pleas,
The way that my poor heart will moan.
I see refreshment up ahead,
An end to my despair? Oh no!
A mirage in the desert air!
You are not really there…
As every human heart will ache
For someone’s hand that they might hold,
Deep down we know we’re bound to break.
That is just how the story’s told.
Thought I could find a better end
To this, our hearts affair. Oh no!
Just a mirage. You do not care!
You are not really there…
I thought it might be made of gold,
A earthly treasure I could share.
Just a mirage. The cupboard’s bare.
You are not really there…
For as long as I can remember
I've kept everything buried inside
For as long as I can recall
I stood on the edge, ready to fall
In the silence of foreboding shadows
I crawled on hands and knees
I searched for a reason to breathe,
ready to tumble like Autumn leaves
But Winter passed and then came Spring
Trying to find the right lyrics to write
But ghosts from my past chased them away
I was lost in the dark without moonlight
I crashed like waves upon the shore
When restlessness took hold of me
I need to find the way to gain control
Spilling tears of the dragon is not for me
Fearless, I must become
To change what I was, and move on
To discover within myself
the courage to be reborn
Time to leave the past behind
and the turmoil that I've faced
I need to create a new state of mind
The old me is ready to be replaced
I crashed like waves upon the shore
When restlessness took hold of me
I need to find the way to gain control
Spilling tears of the dragon is not for me.
Based on lyrics of Bruce Dickinson's 'Tears of the Dragon'
I've been to dark places
I've lost myself and all the basics
I've crawled on my hands and knees
Fighting to stand up again
Gritting my teeth
Tears down my face
I will never be the same
No one will be in my way
I've backed down from battle
I've fought for love and lost it all
I've hiked the muddiest mountains
Proving the strength my body has
Restless heart rate
Mind set strong
I will never be the same
No one will be in my way
I've had my heart torn out and given away
I've hurt myself thinking No one would care
I've reserved my head, heart, and body
Believing other the only way to heal
Silent noise in my head
Cardiac thunder through my chest
I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
AND NO ONE WILL STAND IN MY WAY
I am enough!
I had a dream.
I don’t remember most dreams.
I was cleaning the floors of heaven.
It seemed a mixed blessing,
I was in heaven, after all
but I was cleaning the floors.
It was a part time job,
I knew that intuitively.
I don’t mind house cleaning,
heaven cleaning.
It’s calm work, kind of Zen.
Are we supposed to think of religions in heaven?
At first I scrubbed on my hands and knees.
The floors are soft in heaven, like golden gym mats.
Then I thought of it, and suddenly I had a swiffer-wet mop,
just like that - and the pad never wore out.
After a while, I had an iPod, and AirPods too.
Then a daiquiri - a banana daiquiri with a pastel rainbow umbrella.
They make rapturous daiquiris in the hereafter - they never run out.
‘Heavenly,’ I thought, snorting out a dizzy laugh.
.
.
Songs for this:
The River of Dreams Billy Joel
If the Lord Wasn't Walking By My Side by Elvis Presley
Woof woof woof woof
Hello can you hear me I’m human they just say I’m a dog
Hurting in many ways that they say a dog withstands
Hands and knees praying all they see is paws
Food and water or I’ll die no they say kibbles and bits
Strands of me peek but to them I’m wearing a fur coat
Walk the path no they say I walk to chase my tail
Whistling to the wind only to feel pains from hits
My screams turn into whimpers followed by barks
Bury my thoughts no they says I bury bones
Humans can be so cruel but able to go blind
Dogs are man’s best friend yet mines lies to me
Hold me please no you see it as petting me
I want to go home no you say I’ll be in a cage
I can’t wait till I wake from my dreams
I am simply trying to stay afloat
In an otherwise sinking land
An escape between past and future
An island of pain
Treaded up
Barefoot in the sand
Grains of memories stuck in the creases
Standing is sore
Walking is sore
On my hands and knees I beg
Relief is all I pray for
The physical and mental torment
Occupying a vessel that doesn’t know how to swim
My head hurts from thinking
My hands hurt from holding on
The sun hasn’t risen in a while now
But the clouds bare a similar resemblance
To the ache that wants to be unearthed
Tears and rain, all in the same
A necessary cleansing so we can grow beyond
My heart bleeds, my soul needs. I've loved and I've hated. My hunger, never sated. I've risen as much as I've fallen, I'm a gambling man and I'm all in. I continue to chase after wild geese. I submit to the universe on my hands and knees. No matter what the future holds, I will grow. No matter how much I've reaped, I will sow. I am Duality. I am Humanity.
A strand of pearls not tied with knots;
we’re held together — just a thread.
At times like sticky spider silk
and other times a shred of string
that aches and breaks and throws our pearls across the floor.
The clatter scatter marble-mess
of all the dirt and hurts we pretty-wrapped.
Without the knots between the pearls, we
come undone. On hands and knees
we hunt and gather what’s to be restrung —
each dressed-up sphere once a naked tear
accumulated once again,
this time to tie ourselves and beads in line
to knot together “could-have should-have” shrugs
and form a diff’rent rope of pearls …or a noose
and in this space of rest — the screws between the pearls,
we plot a dream more fluff than faith before the cobweb breaks.
No doubt, we’re dilettantes in love bites art of making-up.
Knots may keep us stranded
but nots will keep us apart.
They were bigger than me!
Couldn't get free.
Circled around,
Until I fell on the ground!
Scared of what they could do.
I picked a space between some knees,
Let all my breath out.
Until I thought I could squeeze,
Between and under,
Grasping hands and knees.
Ran all the way home,
Then knew I was free!
If I were on my hands and knees
I would see kindness
I would see love
I would see peace
When I am on my feet
I see animosity
I see hatred
I see greed
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