Old Stones, New Wall

In teary rants and open heart

Poured out my tragic, lonely life

Strong ramparts laid bare by your love

Fall upon the me, still inside

No hidden lie or fear kept dark

Soul flayed to a bloody peeled view

Yet, as I gave myself away

My secrets turned to weapons true

The siren call becomes a scream

And red runs your once thoughtful mind

Those timidly shared hidden things

Return in your words, rage born blind

Each tragedy, each fallacy

Fly like daggers from blistered tongue

And I must then, watch in rewind

Greatest fears vividly unspun

I bid you close with loving arms

Debunked the ego’s living myth

And gave you every piercing word

That you did use to kill me with

To witching ways I did succumb

Cloaked in passion I let you in

The old wall stones scattered about

And the new wall work doth begin

Comments
18 Responses to “Old Stones, New Wall”
  1. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    Another great example of your mastery of words. Brilliant! Great work my friend!

    • Brad Osborne says:

      Thank you, my brother! I appreciate you and your constant support. I will be on the road today soaking up the sunshine and feeling blessed by having friends like you in my life!

      • Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

        Wishing you a great road trip my friend! Enjoy it! I am also blessed with friends like you!

  2. jonicaggiano says:

    Brad this is great stuff. Francisco hit it on the head. Definitely great work, your use of words and so fun to read. I loved this part:

    “Return in your words, rage born blind

    Each tragedy, each fallacy

    Fly like daggers from blistered tongue”

    This was a bit of a difference piece for you. I really enjoyed it Brad. Have a great day riding and soaking up the sun. Sending love your way. Joni ❤️💕💖🌺

  3. beth says:

    let the rebuilding begin – enjoy your time in the sun! i love the way you built this poem with your words

  4. Jim Borden says:

    perhaps it’s better to keep the stones scattered and not build a wall…

    enjoy your time on the road today – happy holidays!

  5. Brad, this is splendid. You are such an exceptional poet.
    “Yet, as I gave myself away
    My secrets turned to weapons true
    The siren call becomes a scream
    And red runs your once thoughtful mind
    Those timidly shared hidden things”
    xoxoxo

  6. yassy says:

    A master of verse., Brad. Excellent 👏another gem.

  7. Harley Reborn says:

    Now THIS one I can pretend is about me 🖤❤️

  8. jupitergrant says:

    Very evocative imagery. Powerful xx

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