Textures soft and gentle, others hard and coarse – Exposed


Exposed to forces they didn’t seek out, want, need – Oppressed


Exposed to uncontrollable elements – Unhinged



Those left behind have endured the unspeakable – Persevere


Face to face with the natural and unnatural – Threatened


Hallowed crevices forming like a protective layer – Hardened


Others were penetrated to their soft inner core – Broken


Sophisticated structures, made ruin with time – Perspective



Mortar warn down so deep, bricks appear floating – Animation


Years since they have been nurtured, cared for, loved – Sadness


Enough still stand to make out the stature of another time – Pride


Too much is missing to see the future, the path ahead – Fractured



A persistent spirit clings on with mortar of will – Fighting


Doors still hinged onto an unknown destiny – Clarity


Gripping onto the sunlight with one foot stuck in the past – Exposed



Layers 1



Peeling away layers of time, memory;

Encrusted in cement, paint and pain, loss;

Shrouded in dirt, sand and sea sprayed rust, to

Reveal truths hidden in lighter shades.

Expose brick laid by callused and dark hands,

Whose pain is overshadowed by legacy.

History beaten by wind, whipped by rain, torture,

While pulsing scars beat through brick and mortar,

Showing hints of long buried memories.

Sparking a battle to preserve the shroud, while

Hurricane winds supply much needed oxygen,

Break from restoring the yellow prison.

Let us watch the free flowing winds and breaking waves

And remove these masquerade masks for good