Do the Walls of my school
Of my old home
Of the roads I travelled by
Do the walls remember me.
Silent as they are
In Silence do they hold in their brick hearts
The space for mystic memories.
Do the Wall on which I was pushed back and beaten
The Wall that stained with my childhood blood
Still carry the stain of an innocent bloodshed
Done in Fun, remembered in dreams still rarely.
The Wall on which I pushed a girly human
To have the first heavy Kiss
Does the Sweat that we both sweated
With Thundering hearts Synced in rapid music
Feels not does it, the wall of Passion’s beacon
The old glow of old Youth. My old youth.
The wall on which I was first named a God.
Or On which I first drew my own Van Gogh
Or the Walls that witnessed the angry tears
Of a boy in pain when his arm I wrenched
His back pushed to the Wall
His Insult pushed to his heart.
Did they not feel when little men felt little
Little men felt great
And Little men lived and died
With memories of Brick.
So many walls divide
So many walls a few home make
So many walls move from the World of Dust and Storms
To the World of unknown dreams
So many walls are grown and Fall
Like so many men.
Just as walls they live, serve and Die in Purpose
As Little as Valid
As Large confusing
Just as Men.
Or are not men
Our memories not our own
That no memory of living present exists, its all in Past
All in walls
Not yet broken Not yet Lost
But never to live forever.
Even Bamiyan broke, Broke the Solid walls of golden pasts
Lost were so many walls of living science so so many times
Lost were Cows, dogs and Human dreams
Once living, breathing present dreams
In nothing of old blindless lost.
Yet new walls are born and baptized
With new Blood,Sweat, Desire.
So many walls Lost,found and in Making
Does the walls of my own life
Of my Childhood, My Youth
My slow Decaying Age
Does and Will
They Remember me
Pine for and dream of ?
Do not say never so easily
For Never were Walls Forever
So hidden in minute moments
I share myself
In Slow hope
That My own would not abandon
Thus to future I look
Through the walls of Glass
I question of Love, of Remembrance
Yet Do not say never So easily
Would the Walls never remember me?