Jan 28, 2006 03:03
The Casbian Scramble
After all is said and done
when the generations of walls have been stripped away
only the penitrating words remain
"this house is only as strong as its foundation"
and no matter how dilligently I gaze through your window or mine
I can never see
no matter how creatively we renovate
I could never make
no matter how handy I am at fixing
the minor things
that mean so much
I am no israely carpenter
that could do
this casbian scramble as you want it to be
As I wish it could be
This was my attempt at free form poetry ... the basic point of it is that I can't love the way someone else wants me to. The whole shpeil is based off of metaphores. Like walls representing boundaries that seperate us and how we break through them with words, house representing a relationship, windows represent the eyes from the age old adage "the eyes are the windows to the soul", renovating represents compromise, israely carpenter represents a savior wich I am not and The Casbian Scramble is what ever you want it to be ... I guess it's love because the Casba was thought of as a very romantic and exotic place for quite some time but not so much any more.
It took me like an hour and a half to write this
but I like it ... right now even though its probably cheesy as hell