Cliff Poems
Garden Bombs
As I am hot, I will again be cold.
As I am exposed, I will someday be protected.
The moat protects those inside from the winds of change,
royalty from reality, guards,
lets only awe and well wishes in.
The Imperial Family, safe now from history's harm, anarchy,
safe and warm in these times and the times are good.
Shade, sharp grass, and thick shoes
mark the outer survivor's scars.
A cold drip of water, a book of prayers, instinctual knowledge,
running for life between skyscraper buildings.
These people, the people, march,
crooked like workers on an ant farm,
wide eyes looking for heaven and
finding a blurry landscape of slanted lines
rolled into a picture lit by the sun.
There are fences between us
but a world of hearts all around.
Turmoil is bound to grow into a storm,
to rain gone feelings and big power and swirl up confusion.
Look at us looking at you-
Tell me who is king,
Tell me who is strong.
As I am exposed, I will someday be protected.
The moat protects those inside from the winds of change,
royalty from reality, guards,
lets only awe and well wishes in.
The Imperial Family, safe now from history's harm, anarchy,
safe and warm in these times and the times are good.
Shade, sharp grass, and thick shoes
mark the outer survivor's scars.
A cold drip of water, a book of prayers, instinctual knowledge,
running for life between skyscraper buildings.
These people, the people, march,
crooked like workers on an ant farm,
wide eyes looking for heaven and
finding a blurry landscape of slanted lines
rolled into a picture lit by the sun.
There are fences between us
but a world of hearts all around.
Turmoil is bound to grow into a storm,
to rain gone feelings and big power and swirl up confusion.
Look at us looking at you-
Tell me who is king,
Tell me who is strong.
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Garden Bombs
Garden Bombs
