BricksA Poem by Adam Parkerweird , fast paced
I hold liberating chains that encapsulate
water rushing at the mouth of a river, flowing in my lack of knowledge I take a walk and meditate, there is perniciousness in not knowing. A bucket overflows with the dung of a household, one that holds, the pain of a generation a child, bruised, beaten, raised and sold, suffering the neglect of a generation. These bricks bring back memories: a cub lost and mothered by anarchy innate rage, crippling sadness and anxiety I wish I could lock it up and throw away the key I long for relief, I am Atlas with my stone, shoulders bleeding, legs weak and head down, I just want a COOKIE and wish I could be stoned or go to town look around and turn my frown upside down These walls remind me of when I was shook with rage shook with rage shook. The fear of speaking aloud made me put down the book a spoon stirring the pot of volatility that I cooked stream of thoughts, being totally fucked I locked stamped and BOOKED and sat in my seat on the wrong journey I said please don't please don't please don't burn me. The path skews, bends and winds. Rewind, to the rape victim at the scene of the crime longing for an escape and release in bliss once they get away they will find the time to be fine Life seems to abate into a constant stream of flowing piss crashing, circling in a yellow puddle no, not subtle, but thats how it goes it sinks down the hole and out of your nose. Don't fret, think about the swaying of the boat that's secure in the water concentrate on the blowing wind against the rocky sea shore, focus the man's hands sculpting clay and mortar hold on tight , stay true and be sure .
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