something poemish

What do you hear as you pound pound pound

on my deeply imposing walls

It is but a ringing in your ears

or a whisper in the wind

Can you hear the shake and rattle of my bones

as I begin to clench tight

firmly you poke and prod at my spine

taunting my cleverly crafted exoskeleton

that I wear so proudly for the world to see

To you its only a gentle Kneading and adding of ingredients

A sprinkle of salt here

a cup of flour there

All necessary ingredients to make a fine bread

one worthy of yourself

A grandeur loaf fit for a king

There you stand high atop your stacks of accomplishments

Armed with your silver studded gavel

I intently watch your sharp tongue as it snakes from side to side

harshly unleashing the verdict

one solid crushing wave at a time

I begin begging for the tide to recede

Lungs filled but still writhing and gasping for air

SLOWLY STILL

soaking up the water so I wont drown i begin to see the horizon

A pristine crest of yin and yang

our makeshift symphony of broken glass and endless tomorrows

existing as one

but still sharing two roads

both relishing in our soft mistakes

and rare and infinite duality