- published: 10 Jun 2014
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A tile is a manufactured piece of hard-wearing material such as ceramic, stone, metal, or even glass. Tiles are generally used for covering roofs, floors, walls, showers, or other objects such as tabletops. Alternatively, tile can sometimes refer to similar units made from lightweight materials such as perlite, wood, and mineral wool, typically used for wall and ceiling applications. Less precisely, the modern term can refer to any sort of construction tile or similar object, such as rectangular counters used in playing games (see tile-based game). The word is derived from the French word tuile, which is, in turn, from the Latin word tegula, meaning a roof tile composed of fired clay. Tiles are often used to form wall and floor coverings, and can range from simple square tiles to complex mosaics. Tiles are most often made from porcelain, fired clay or ceramic with a hard glaze, but other materials are also commonly used, such as glass, metal, cork, and stone. Tiling stone is typically marble, onyx, granite or slate. Thinner tiles can be used on walls than on floors, which require thicker, more durable surfaces.
Toe to the chalk line - mark and set
Birthright conformity - a safety net
Lay down this bird held tight in hand
Beg favor from a distant emerald land
Chasing whims again...
Features blur in a casual glance
Pulse and promises notch the blinders tight
Capture the flag
Embrace prosperity
Hanging in the corridors of power
A withering vine of simple things
Waiting to die
Lift the symbol high
Indifferent to the present tense
A sense of purpose sits upon a fence
Sidelines strewn with blind regret
Haunted by voices that cry neglect
Standing in the rain
Wishing might explain...
Capture the flag
Embrace prosperity
Hanging in the corridors of power
A withering vine of simple things
Waiting - biding time to die
Raise the flag
Standing alone upon a hill
Dust upon a sill
I awake to a silent shout
Misguided past
Spent in endless quest
Time grinding down
Wisdom traded for mistakes that never end
Fences to defend
All while happiness wears a frown
Now the morning bell
Echoes out of step with modern decay
Capture the flag
Embrace prosperity
Hanging in the corridors of power
Capture the flag
Misplaced prosperity
Smothered in a blanket of desire
A withering vine of simple things
Waiting to die
Raise the flag
Half-mast alone upon a hill