Adventures in Coerced Blogging

So.

We find ourselves in a dilemma.

I haven't posted anything in almost a month...which...in certain circles is unacceptable. I find myself, however with nothing to say. I don't know...I'm just bored with the particular state I'm in. It's like come on - we get it...sad, frustrated, scared, lonely - update us when you have something we don't know.

But.

In the spirit of sharing....here's a po-em that I started awhile back...still not quite finished I think....but I'm done with it for awhile. So. Enjoy.
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1.
it's another day in and the general consensus is that i am made up of walls
the bedroom i never leave
in apartment no one comes to
near a phone no one calls
because there are never words
when another voice beckons
"i see that you are breaking
come clean"

2.
my name
has always been jericho

3.
a wall is never easy to the crumble
all a wall will ever do is beg you let it stand

4.
"i love you"
is a trumpet to the heart wall
it's noise like a shatter of glass against brick
its weight
heavy in the center of my breastbone
press harder
you can already feel the break

5.
did they not know
this nation was coming
with a God so bad-ass he'd shake their city with a sound?
did they not know
their only fight was another wall of silence?
did they not know
you cannot let a people change you with their noise?

6.
i do not know how to tell you i am hurting
or why
how much
how to make it go away
these days
i know how to break
rebuild
break again
turn heart muscle back into stone
press those stones back into bricks
pile those bricks back into walls
i know how to keep you away

7.
exhale
the breath will not break you
its the trumpet
that knows how to bring a house down

8.
i can hear you from the inside of my heart wall
i hear you
come clean
come clean

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Peace Be