a voice in the walls
By raymond magaberaymareme. Sunday, July 8, 2012 9:43:11 AM
You will hear them speak when you are not listening.
These walls know more than we can ever imagine.
I hear them speak when I think I am not listening,
They say they know I know who I am
But what I am they know better.
They have watched when I transcended
Into holy lands in ganja smokes and
Have seen me get defined in many a females thighs.
They have seen how I gave in to this tempting golden grave
That had lain open with my dreams in its depth.
These walls say a prayer with me
Whenever I go down on my knees in plea for guidance.
They pray that I open my ears more often
So as to hear them speak.
They have secrete conversations with my soul
When I lay in rest at night.
They by-pass my logic and my not-so-common common sense
When they go over the mental diary in my head.
I swear I have seen them paint portraits of my memories,
I have seen them paint my bleeding heart on walls of stone
And felt the coldness within the ribs.
These walls know how to play dead very well.