Poem: God damn harpsichords
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Poem: God damn harpsichords
Harpsichords throwing geodes
and with every lightning strike
the jumping diamonds grabbed high tonality
gathered all sound chiming
and played them before me
surrounding my all, becoming myself
Somehow speech was had with unusual characters
to the sky up
grass dashed green and long
I could feel each individual blade roar
I knew each
by seed and root
through nothing but song
through sensing it to be sung true
from rain mother
sun father
So we all ran singing
as the stream danced with us
and those god damn harpsichords
drove us wild with glee
as a pair of doves
served us tea
and played stringed instruments
for communicational purposes
Harpsichords throwing geodes
and with every lightning strike
the jumping diamonds grabbed high tonality
gathered all sound chiming
and played them before me
surrounding my all, becoming myself
Somehow speech was had with unusual characters
to the sky up
grass dashed green and long
I could feel each individual blade roar
I knew each
by seed and root
through nothing but song
through sensing it to be sung true
from rain mother
sun father
So we all ran singing
as the stream danced with us
and those god damn harpsichords
drove us wild with glee
as a pair of doves
served us tea
and played stringed instruments
for communicational purposes
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
"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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i gotta get me these goddamn harpsifuckinchords... cuz i too wanna go wild with glee... you say it so well chadwick... so well...
any particular kind of tea ?
i can't wait till i get settled into my own place
my writing has taken quite the ass whippin lately
moving fucked me up
my crazy computer is sick and stuff too
it's always something
i'll be writing my first none poetry book here in a bit
try to anyway
be well
"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
Hey Chadwick!
What's a "none" poetry book?
Your poetry is used to givin' the ass whippin, not taking it, eh?
man that takes me places brother,outstanding !
Godfather.
writing a book (or several) on my family's life.
my brother wants me to write a book about his life.
put that in your fuckin book...
haha.
that's what say to each other these days.
quite the ordeal.
it is all true stuff, most folks probably won't believe it though.
"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
i wanna read these family tales !
and I wanna believe em too
no problem, Sir
our family tales are fact not fiction
i'll start writing it before to long
should be a hoot
"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
...God damn harpsichords
Do any of you actually play these god damn harpsichords?
I do. I have a another concert on one in the next few weeks.
A good Italian harpsichord is fantastic! It feels great under your fingers and it rings so much longer than you'd imagine.
(I'd like to play those g..g..GoddDammmnn harpsichords one day
sounding like butterflies and desperate hands of silk
the fluttering so gentle
the chaos so simple
the sounds so delightful yet dangerous and simply out of tune rather quickly
the notes lost alongside each piece of pain
as if insane to the wolves challenging moonlight or raindrops
and again this is her sounding ride
she will take all of me inside of her as if the lake ancient and drowning her and i
ages have flew
cages have sunk beneath
this our love locked lips
our goals
our glooming city of no name
the titleless environment
still beautiful in sound
one's ears have a chance to escape run away
or simply stay put
ride the shadow of stillness
empty your minds and explore the foundation of plenty through empty
and so when the daily newspaper print many vacancies
the sound heard will be bach & handel
water music on choirs
against every altar
with blasting rituals
some with blood & bones
horns & collective clovers from the nearby wood
here some tiny mushrooms gather in great numbers taking over
as if a stump of hickory or oak
sometimes barbwire feels like rubbing me down in laughter
again without ability to movement & have
i am torn to bits as pleasure fills with sound
old and new fingers
age and the end
youth & the maze of life
the ear blood the surprise
the again the picture the free & the desperate coin begging to be spent
the eaten bread
soup cold and ready
sound sound harpsichord sound
lost sound
wilderness pain & sun filled blankets cover each stool
present or void of serpent
the hungry worm
rotten apple tree & rainbow of a homeward bound trail
somehow our meeting of a sexual nature was spoiled to the core
yet as beautiful as personalized envelopes struggle for our opening
yours with mine inside
sword to the wound
blood to the brace
uplifted hips to my lips
cups of tea the musical taste of following love
simple honeybees gathered next to harpsichords out in the wilds
the fragrant pillows they spoke here
said were our skin
spoken were our souls
the next daisies were up
all the colors budding to the sounds
each piece was at peace
your lips my ending where i died
your mouth that took my very life
no safety net holding us tight
and in this picture old men collected our senses at the foot of this insane instrument
the mind of its own
the wizard of sound
the ride of carnival
and of each one a lover to the other
all of you and all of me between the miles compressed into a few solid inches
warmed by a furnance of earth, stones, twigs, light & ash
and in this unseeded garden you can only imagine the chances of glorious rides
touch and taste
and the feeling of sound
"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
"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
goddamn raining lamps