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The Justified Wall
Sometimes life conspires to keep individuals from doing, from going
Circumstances clip the individual wing
Misunderstandings, become mountains, valley's become un-crossable
canyon's.
Expectation of response lends to silence, silence created by deep, gushing
wound's.
Cutting words spewed towards another, intended surely to ever
divide.
Forgetting that circumstances surely do create barriers very wide
Flaming word's, method's and cruelty beyond comprehension, surely
scorches the last bridge.
Heaping flaming words, rushing like a fast moving river soon devour the last
standing ridge.
Words spurned because of inward self-hate leave prints of coal on
another's heart.
Diamonds though these prints become, as with finality another forever
departs-
Remembered no more are the words spoken, the deeds done, as the soul
that bled has died.
Wishing to forget, yet knowing never will be undone the cruelest lie.
Knowing always, the truth ever will stand, though not easily seen in
a world concealed by night
Yearning perhaps to offer a defense yet knowing there is no reason, as one
day there will be light.
Colourful metaphors describe the contours of the heart, the windows
of the soul, yet contain.
Contain and hide the cruelest most hurtful pain.
Broken relationships, estranged families, bridge's burnt all because of a
truly cruel heart.
Looking once, looking twice, seeing, all is the same, turn away, for surely
it's time to depart.
Every side believing no fault, every side believing a lie, each one
feeling justified.
Doors shut, window's bolted and barred, many days, many years will pass, and
some will have died.
Remembering not why, all walk away, each too proud to say they repent of some
long forgotten deed.
Memories flicker in the night, soon plied from the mind, as in walks the
justification weed.
Justified pride, arrogance and ignorance too, seeing only the outside.
How soon an enemy is made even as another takes a final downward slide.
A golden mirror neglected as in pride, another looks on seeing
nothing but flickering flames.
Flickering flames dance as gold, as death prods nearer every day, glass
sparkles and shines as diamonds; life, is it but one of many games?
Looking on you see crevices of gold, basket's of diamond's, shelves of
wealth.
Hostile and cruel words betray your inner heart, as you look on the outside
never crossing the hearth.
Seeking a reason to condemning every perceived flaw, listening only to the
adverse believing a cruel and unbecoming lie.
Assuming it is but one culture the golden mirror is neglected as hidden
teardrops dry.
Well-springs of water once gushed freely, today are sealed as pride has
sealed the refreshing memories, and sealed away till judgment day, the cruelty
that became the looming justified wall.
Standing in pride, hands on the
hips, laughing in glee, never is heard the last pleading call.
What was it, what was it my friend that caused this great divide?
Who is responsible, who enlarged this divide, which engulfs the Grand Canyon,
it is so very wide?
Walking away, I've looked back a time or two, watching that last bridge
burn, burn so slow, yet so fast.
Looking back once more, I see, at last the burnt bridge, the memories are all
past.
Forward surely we must each go; looking back there is no remedy.
Spewing words of cruelty, finally the golden mirror reveals, it's truly
me-
It is me, and only me, who must be at fault, so 'tis best I
leave.
Setting sail soon for another land, there will be none to grieve.
For my dear, surely ties that were, were never strong enough to
hold.
Blood and money have no hold, when hate indwells the heart who wishes, but
gold.
If money there were of a certainty friends and family would never
flee.
Death, confinement, wages, limited ability, all work together to set
free.
Bridges may burn,
relationships may be
swept away as a fast flowing river, to the debts of the sea, but nothing reveals
so much as those who falsely blame.
Nothing so reveals true character as
those who light the final match setting the final flame.
You see while others may come and go, you always want to believe some will
stay.
Realty though is what teaches us to pray.
Relationships sour, false accusations consume, looking through coloured glass
a perception is achieved, glazing through the flames we forget the heat, we
forget every fire consumes.
Empathy wanes; or perhaps never known, compassion long past, we hold our head
high in pride, each believing another's circumstances to be their resume.
How we forget to look into the "Golden Mirror" and see reflected back
at us "The Solitary Golden Rule?"
My dear friend, my dearest friend perhaps the greatest gift is forgetting,
guilt my dearest lingers longest with those who have been cruel.
Cruelty, hatred, abandonment, false accusations, swelling pride,
walks with all who build the "justified wall".
Listen close, for this my dear it is for you, before you stands your very own
wall.
Your wall it's been built so high, each stone placed so carefully,
and polished to a brilliant shine.
Your wall sparkles and shines, it looks so dainty so very fine.
Trenches you've dug, dug them deep, perhaps the salty water is fallen
tears.
Polished stones, line your justification wall, salty tears fill your
trenches, looking down from your high tower what do you cheer?
Happiness is it contained behind your sparkling shiny wall of
stone.
Perhaps the sparkle, is merely the reflection of the flames dancing over the
trenches, as you sit alone.
Walls of justification, bridges burned, branches cut off, it's all
the same.
If you wish I'll give you its name, the name of shame.
Pride, that is all, pride and self-righteousness run together, like
birds of a feather.
Relationships ended, perhaps forever, and now it is known it wasn't just the
weather.
It was a matter of willful pride.
Justification, that's the name of the wall that was built, cruel words beyond
comprehension, was the master guide.
(The Justified Wall
9/25/2011
About shutting out those who were once close, family or
friends. About walking away, severing relationships.)
