The colors long peeled from your plaster
leave you white like alabaster,
a relic of ages belonging to the past,
as in a hero's stance you once were cast,
staring blindly with sightless eyes,
and deaf to hundreds of years' cries,
a monument to what humanity lacks -
here - take a sledgehammer and pickaxe.
my heartbeats - a sledgehammer
singing loudly against the anvil.
just like river overflowing its bank;
water spilling over the brim of a cup...
oh, the unrestrained effusiveness
of lofty sentiments felt for thee!
Love is a harpoon
Joy is a spinning umbrella
Grief is an empty suitcase
Hope is steam above tea
Love is a gun
Love is a sledgehammer
Anxiety is a pencil sharpener
Relief is a freshly made bed
Fatigue is a half-buttoned coat
Love is an ice pick
Love is a bonfire
Gratitude is a signed playbill
Resentment is burnt toast
Shock is shattering glass
Love is a ship in a bottle
Sometimes we're sacrificed to rooms void of light.
To the caw of the crow and the scent of the night.
Silk of the mind, breached by snakes -chains of cold.
Moment by moment they peck away at the soul.
Roses and razor blades strewn on the ground.
Gifts have been given to help figure it all out.
There are hordes of dark forces willing to devour you.
Only a few angels commissioned to buffer the blue.
Blessed light poking through blackening veins.
Cherish the warmth like drought does a cool rain.
Take your sledgehammer soul, shatter the shroud.
It may take a few blows, but it'll surely come down.
Gather up the roses; leave the razors behind.
Pay homage to angels-step gently into the light.
Harvest the sweet honey from the silenced hive
Embracing the grace of birdsong and shine on.
You said you loved me,
But you still left me,
And you took a piece of me with you,
And I want it back.
I gave you my heart,
But you broke it,
You took a sledgehammer to it,
And left me to pick it up piece by piece.
If you really loved me,
You would’ve accepted me,
If you cared enough,
You’d still smile at me.
Whenever I pass you,
You don’t even look at me,
Your eyes are cold,
And your heart is hardened.
In my hardest time,
You knocked me down,
You left me for dead,
With not one iota of emotion on your face.
From someone I know to someone I knew,
In the blink of an eye,
If you cared enough,
You’d still be here.
Folks ask why
I chose Elon as my guy,
Smart and tough
Knows how to fight even when rough,
Let him loose
To put woke projects in the noose,
Cause a stir
For progressives to deter,
Stop the rot
That placed us all in this garotte.
Act with haste
Take a sledgehammer to the waste,
Clean up house
Never mind who first we douse,
Set the scene
For what will come not what has been,
Make us great
Stem the voices that insidiously berate,
Make us strong
Choose what's right and not what's clearly wrong,
Pull as one
Don't cheat and steal then simply run,
Trust in him
For the fate of all excesses will be grim,
Trust in me
See how great united we can be.
to be a success
takes an element of luck
a big sledgehammer
fortuitous ricochets
unlike me ~ know when to duck
Anxiety is like obsidian piercing my heart a thousand times,
As a king snake contracts against my tired heart muscles.
It can be as simple as a cheetah flying off the ground,
As it chases its prey with a wild, frantic need.
It can be a sledgehammer pounding against my brain,
Or a bunch of sharp nails messaging my eyes.
Anxiety is a hands that wrap around my throat,
As it begins it suffocates me with a crushing grip.
At times I feel like I've been shot by an arrow so deep in my arms,
As the pain shoots up and down, numbing my palms.
Or it can be as simple as the toilet calling my name,
Anxiety, oh, it’s never quite the same.
At times, it feels like it could one day be the end of me,
As obsidian pierces, the king snake constricts.
I struggle to be free,
But it still keeps chasing right after me.
Breaking apart
your verbal
sledgehammer
demolishes me
words that crush
all that I am
all that I thought
while I try to find
rhyme or reason
for the assualt.
Broken down
As floods of malice
pour out from wounds
I could not see
in you, from you
I am broken
beyond repair
It's only cold now
now that I see
you no longer care.
Break through, a must
to breath.
I deconstruct
everything I am.
It's no longer of import
why you eviscerated
me with your words
why you left me
as you did.
In the end
you didn't love me
was what occurred.
All night
a sleepwalking death
stumbled in and out of his prone body.
He had been drinking again,
whisky fumes rolled around
a dry, thick tongue.
The air in the room
wavered from hot to cold,
feverish self-repeating scenes
of Paganini trilling a fiery violin
haunted his aching brow.
A sledgehammer dawn hit him.
Death withdrew from dulled senses,
yet it lingered like a bloodshot eye,
at the bottom
of a half-full decenter.
Today was the first day I held
a sledgehammer with intention
Callouses connect palms to fingers
tiny fleshy boa constrictors.
There is no catharsis
I know this to be a hollow act
With a face smithed of iron,
a body lathed with linseed wood,
and a head full of nothing.
No I am not thinking, I am
in fact refusing to do so.
This is an act of refusal
I am choosing childish behavior.
The empty parking lot
execution spot greets
the glass bodied shelf
Which will no longer take
the space of memories it held.
What should be cold and angular
Void of anything aside reflection
is a monument of mourning
a future I shall never know.
Light refracts upon my cones,
my tunneled vision only to show
a mangled miscarriage of the man
I can never grow into with you.
If I were to take a sledgehammer
Grip it tender but tight
So its iron skull may send
A scathing speech to your sternum
Would bricks take flight,
Or are you truly that dense?
In the bitterness of my soul
I wept sore in my solitude
Wallowing in my sorrowful spirit
I lost the sense of my whole
For how long shall I continue in this service?
For how long shall you torment my spirit?
Your words have become like a dagger to my heart
Piercing it into pieces on a daily basis
Your actions have become like a sledgehammer to my heart
Smashing and breaking it on a daily basis
Is this the love you promised me?
Is this the sweetness that you portrayed to my family and friends?
Or, have I been scammed
Again?
Flirting with disaster
On this fast-moving highway of life;
Speed demons incurably infected
With the disease of impatience.
I tremble with disgust
When shaken by a fierce gust of wind
Engendered by ill-advised velocity.
Acknowledge me, disrespecting demons.
Don't barrel your way through as if I'm not there,
Lest you recklessly careen off
An approaching curve on the road;
A hefty price paid
For sledgehammer stupidity.
The rules of the road couldn't be
More simple; slow down
And stop for me.
Come to a complete stop
Like everyone else; look sideways,
Then proceed with caution.
I am shackled to my front door
My definition of freedom is foregin
I am cold
Cold is my dying dreamer
Cold is my burning rage
Cold is a sledgehammer
It gives and it takes
Silence is my voice
Tired is my body
Death is me
For a love i have lost
The burden carrying back broken
For a dream that i killed
Temptation is golden
The steps to my hell
Lead to a door
The door that knows my many faces
The boomerang that breaks me.
-k.a.j
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