Kite falling. (part I)

chadwick
chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited June 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Kite falling. (part I)

No winds do blow me away
no leaves do fall
while weathered.

But it is you
that composed
my stumbling
every limb.

Somehow
a kite on the end of a string
dive bombing earth
are my broken dreams.

You stole my chest
for your collection
of dust.

Sand
has been replaced
by my bones
and my smile.

Bloodied and bruised
is the frame work
to my voyage.

You once gave me the sky
handed it to me
from an ocean
lost at sea.

Everything was so beautiful
until I fell
head down.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • mysticweed
    mysticweed Posts: 3,710
    bloodied and bruised
    is the frame work
    to my voyage.

    damn good stuff
    rocking
    whew
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • jfs5-10-10
    jfs5-10-10 Posts: 326
    Great stuff, I love it.
    Hear my applause even with the distance between us
    <b>Your light's reflected now,... reflected from afar...
    We were but stones,... your light made us stars</b>

    Buffalo 5-10-10...First PJ show..Life changing..magical..

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