for being you

chadwick

for being you

you are for being
you are wheat dancing
this is how your hair moves

when we ride
we sailbeam
i just sit back
sun closing its eyes
and you
you rotate constellations off the mast,
flags, and broadcasting tower

and me
i can not
but your simple beauty

acrossssSsssshittt

your writing is like the feeling inside when we feel somethin so much and so can't seem to say fully, what we're feeling.. and so the sentences don't finish.. that's very real for me.. and this poem especially brings that out for me.. nice

DangDang

acrossOceans wrote:

your writing is like the feeling inside when we feel somethin so much and so can't seem to say fully, what we're feeling.. and so the sentences don't finish.. that's very real for me.. and this poem especially brings that out for me.. nice

wow! I don't know what's better....Chadwick's poem or how very accurately you captured & put into words ...yeah....that essence....that you just can't ...put your finger on.....& the feeling is such a feeling that words sometimes.....they .....

what you said.

acrossssSsssshittt

I think Chadwick's poem is better... but thanks: )

chadwick

blood
blood drips from us
blood drips from us
we can die
we can live and bleed
we can die
we can live and bleed

we can we
we can we
we can we

love

peace,
chad

mikalina

chadwick wrote:

for being you

you are for being
you are wheat dancing
this is how your hair moves

when we ride
we sailbeam
i just sit back
sun closing its eyes
and you
you rotate constellations off the mast,
flags, and broadcasting tower

and me
i can not
but your simple beauty

What a lovely poem, thank you for sharing....

Godfather.

Chad you are a master of your craft bro.

Godfather.

chadwick

Godfather. wrote:

Chad you are a master of your craft bro.

Godfather.

thank you, Godfather.

as are you.
and what a wonderful feeling

however, (and there is usually always a however.)

i think it is the other way around.
the craft took me over and mastered me.

as did yours.
you have been mastered.

we haven't mastered anything.
we have become the masters' slaves.
the craft owns.

make sense, yes/no?

Godfather.

chadwick wrote:

Godfather. wrote:

Chad you are a master of your craft bro.

Godfather.

thank you, Godfather.

as are you.
and what a wonderful feeling

however, (and there is usually always a however.)

i think it is the other way around.
the craft took me over and mastered me.

as did yours.
you have been mastered.

we haven't mastered anything.
we have become the masters' slaves.
the craft owns.

make sense, yes/no?

I believe so and that coming from you just made my day brother thank you very much !

Godfather.

rollings

when you
cannot cry
when you

no can
no cry
when you

no more can cry
you bleed
but don't die

you bleed
and you live
but you bleed

and
something
somewhere

something
dies

chadwick

rollings,
that's a lovely little piece there
i hear music
a small guitar from hawaii

chadwick

chadwick wrote:

for being you

you are for being
you are wheat dancing
this is how your hair moves

when we ride
we sailbeam
i just sit back
sun closing its eyes
and you
you rotate constellations off the mast,
flags, and broadcasting tower

and me
i can not
but your simple beauty

for being you

you are for being
you are wheat dancing
this is how your hair moves

when we ride
we sailbeam
i just sit back
sun closing its eyes
and you
you rotate constellations off the mast,
flags, and broadcasting tower

and me
i can not
but your simple beauty
holds vastness in our hands

your perfectness
pure as waterfalls in a fantacy
surrounded by honeysuckle and pine
and in some ways
darkness
my eyes
for when closed
at cemetery

no final kiss there
i have my life's entirety
for being you

for being you
i will remember lips
yours would weave mine inward
vanish the years together
all of them went
your smile so many
with me