Old man

Sculpt, clay, old man

Stone walls

These stone walls have held me,
A self made cage, my den,
Laboured years for my husband and kids,
With love but labored within my den,
As I hung these clothes to dry,
My mind seemingly wanders,
I can't take my eyes of the sea,
The sea,
I have always longed to be,
The Old wooden bridge that leads to thesalty blue spread,
The touch of the water on the naked spine,
And naughty little fishes nibble the feet,
Fleeing at the sound of the gulls they dread,
The clouds that keep changing shapes,
As the sun mercilessly throws it's heat,
Dodging waves in timely beats,
I don't know of any place I would be,
But I am caughtup in my den,
Labouring for love.

Hope is

Hope is reality's ugly cousin,
You marry for love,
If you don't drive her away,
Drive her away soon,
You will be caught in an empty pit,
With no ropes to climb.

Covers

I don't want to hide in the covers,
Burying all the fears and scars inside,
I can walk around exposed,
With no weakness to conceal,
With no masks to hide.

Wrinkled face

The battle within

The battle within us,
The battle solely vast,
The part of u that dwells in past,
Thinking over all the could
And should ve beens,
Shen the part of u that wants to live The present,
Fuck the future fuck all pesants,
Run amok in this insipient hood,
Drown in all emotions,
Hormones, lust, power, luxury with Unending thirst.
There is the part that plays it safe,
Saving everything for a possible future,
Which seems evading and evading the Unending torture,
This new part that knows all are absurd,
But what is true who cld giv u a clue?