If My Heart...

If my heart were a field

It would be filled with holes

Exploded mines

And trenches dug

For safety

For prayer

For no one can enter this war zone

Without whispering to G-d

For some measure of protection....

If my heart were a field

It would be a testimony

To the distance I have traveled

To the travels that have worn me thin

To those I met along the way

Who had no qualms

About digging a hole of their own

To relax in

While I wonder

Who is gonna clean up this mess

If my heart were a field

I would surround it

In barbed wire

And electric fences

Because I am sick and tired

Of having to mend this field

Soaked with blood

Sowed with tears

Waiting for the harvest

So that I can reap from the destruction.

Blessing

I bless this part of me

This pulsating part of me

That hurts like hell

But reminds me why

I am here

It feels like fire inside

And stings like a thousand swords

But I pause

To bless it

Because without it

I would be

Just another pile of dust

Or a lifeless breath of air

A wave in the wind

Just saying goodbye

And so I 

Say this blessing

Of thanks

And giving

Of this reminder

Why I am living

For all the hills

Hurt

And hate

Will carry me

Like walking on knives

To that relief of happiness

Heartbeats

That feel like a song

Melodious

And magical

I bless myself

For you have blessed me

And I will be a vessel

To carry this goodness

To others

Pass this blessing

To the world...

Chain Mail Love

I am afraid

But my face

Is armored

And my heart is

A shield

You can strike me

Like me

Love me

But you won't get past

All these defenses

I have

Because

The last person

I gave my heart to

For safekeeping

He left me longing

Alone

And wondering

What I did wrong...

Fool

Fools

and devils

the lot of them

wild

animals

their lashing tongues

and racing hearts

I fear I cannot escape

their gnashing teeth

And hypnotic eyes

But I

I have been hurt

They have cut me

I bleed

colors I never saw

Before

And my heart

My heart has been turned against me
My closet comrade

Now a fearful foe

Enemies

Dangerous

Beasts.

Morning Run

I wake up

The sun has been in the sky

For hours

I lace up

Get up

Get out

Get going

Get moving

Get gone

Get lost

In my head

My thoughts

I run

To feel something

To remember

That there is pain

That doesn't hurt my heart

My wild, wicked heart

My cage

Cannot stop its running

So instead

My legs

Must pick up the pace

To catch

What has run away

And today

Maybe I'll overtake 

My racing heart.

Welcome

I've been waiting

I knew you would come

It just took you some time

Too much, I think

But now you are here

At my doorstep

In my kitchen

Dancing through

My dining room

And I,

I dance with you

Finally

We can sing

Our voices united

Our hearts

Undivided

I feel so close

So connected

So...

Unrejected...

Because finally

You are here

And this

Is real

So I'll make you a deal

Because even though

Inside I know

You have to leave

Just as quick as you came

I'll always cherish

Each moment, just the same

Messages

They call it graffiti
I call it art
They call it criminal
I call it heart

Paintings on the side
Of a road to anywhere
Sometimes I wonder
If I will ever get there


Maybe it's vulgar
Or simply profanity
But whoever said
We had to subscribe to vanity?

Make it strong
Make it real
If it's honest
Then the wounds will heal

Messages that show
Promise and hope,
You aren't alone,
The world will help you cope

http://iammorley.squarespace.com/ 
Morley is a Los Angeles-based street artist that specializes in bold, typographic posters which he wheat pastes within the urban landscape. Blending humor, hope and his unique perspective on life, Morley's aim is to act as a friendly voice amongst the cacophony of billboarded messages and corporate slogans

Home

I wrote this last year while on a bus to Tel Aviv... as the gorgeous scenery and land passed me, I was just simply overwhelmed... I can't wait to go back home...

Palm trees

Waving at me

In the early

Spring breeze

My heart

Be still

This pounding

Bounding

Burning desire

Inner fire

To go higher

My dream

May seem

Unreal

But I'm home

In the land

Of Israel

And so my heart

Cannot unstart

This expression of affection

And beats louder

Prouder

For home

Milk and honey sweet

Home