lighting hand rolled cigarette after hand rolled cigarette
he writes into the night
occasionally marijuana buds pieces are packed into glass
a lighter flashes
darkness that has taken in entire visions and the room
are now as if a camera has taken a snap
the words are still missing
the man in his chair is hungry
not for food
no
hungry for rainforests
hungry for environmental rightness
this exact calling
is for him
for the void of the cities falling into wreckage
the bloody walls drip down
streets run red
pollution has once again defeated dreams
somehow no one knows
sees
understands
listens
reads
comprehends natural sciences
the sun is the listener
the talker
the divider
the conquer
this is moon's battler and ally
nonetheless even its opposite twin
each a father
mother
daughter and son
grandfather and greatest of grandest mothers
this is when each spring fed luxury is acidic
tastes of copper
feels of poison and fire to the flesh of beast plant and man
and in this dismal affair lovers are destroyed under mountainous tops removed
mined till death
and trout headless fish
count down river
count down the overfilled oilwells driven into the bloody earth like slaves
this
where guts fly
stupidity owns limousines
catered events poolside
where resorts crumble to the sound of hunger from underneath their precious golden feet lit with sparkling diamonds and rusty bones that chatter a dull bunch of lies and ignorance
this clamp
a vice around the earth
held and obeyed
controlled by evil and the simplicity
of
E PLURIBUS UNUM
Precious is what held
a nice bomb pop confectionary and sugar
a marvel patriot and sucky
Not this box of bomb pops, that's for another sure...
Empty as sin, but if I'm wrong, we should bomb pop
~ ~ ~
bird bath filled
added to everyday
sometimes several times
fresh water poured into the feathered sky pool
on my back patio
a simple slab of concrete in front of a sliding glass door
funny
how honeybees drink
honeybees a must
honeybees my little winged buddies
they drink my watered bird bath
not my water
i just add it
help the birds bathe
give a hand
the clear tap water they drink
mostly honey golden
me
i am tickled
honeybee after honeybee
sipping at my backdoor
sipping at my backdoor
this
the honeybees race
the honeybees life touching with mine
no stung flesh
no stinger buried my skull
no fucking stinger buried skull
and a few redheaded birds of some kind
the honeybee pond (sunday, may 20, 2012)
to bad i am not
but if i were
and all my hairs would engage
my pledged fight honey drips primitive privilege
i would grow them hives
i would create floral pastures from my bone
from my meat
from my ears
from my toes
my tongues each one
would speak bird feathered grasping clouds
i would sing honeybee raptures
and in this exhilaration
bird and bee
pleasureably make themselves extremely alive at my hand
i've had hundreds of mine removed back when we couldn't edit or whatever. since this newer 'edit' feature i've removed many. but i never went away; i am still here bugging the hell out of you good people.
what can we set on fire tonight? anyone got a tank?
i've had hundreds of mine removed back when we couldn't edit or whatever. since this newer 'edit' feature i've removed many. but i never went away; i am still here bugging the hell out of you good people.
what can we set on fire tonight? anyone got a tank?
a 16th century poetry theme ...maybe? infact I think coming up with a theme for the group to follow would be a cool idea..even fun, from time to time someone could suggest a theme, whatta ya think ?
i've had hundreds of mine removed back when we couldn't edit or whatever. since this newer 'edit' feature i've removed many. but i never went away; i am still here bugging the hell out of you good people.
what can we set on fire tonight? anyone got a tank?
a 16th century poetry theme ...maybe? infact I think coming up with a theme for the group to follow would be a cool idea..even fun, from time to time someone could suggest a theme, whatta ya think ?
i've had hundreds of mine removed back when we couldn't edit or whatever. since this newer 'edit' feature i've removed many. but i never went away; i am still here bugging the hell out of you good people.
what can we set on fire tonight? anyone got a tank?
a 16th century poetry theme ...maybe? infact I think coming up with a theme for the group to follow would be a cool idea..even fun, from time to time someone could suggest a theme, whatta ya think ?
Godfather.
Godfather, pick a theme or a form or both. I'll write one.
i've had hundreds of mine removed back when we couldn't edit or whatever. since this newer 'edit' feature i've removed many. but i never went away; i am still here bugging the hell out of you good people.
what can we set on fire tonight? anyone got a tank?
a 16th century poetry theme ...maybe?infact I think coming up with a theme for the group to follow would be a cool idea..even fun, from time to time someone could suggest a theme, whatta ya think ?
Godfather.
Godfather, pick a theme or a form or both. I'll write one.
perfect!
...and then Chadwick will set it on fire :P
i've had hundreds of mine removed back when we couldn't edit or whatever. since this newer 'edit' feature i've removed many. but i never went away; i am still here bugging the hell out of you good people.
what can we set on fire tonight? anyone got a tank?
a 16th century poetry theme ...maybe? infact I think coming up with a theme for the group to follow would be a cool idea..even fun, from time to time someone could suggest a theme, whatta ya think ?
Godfather.
Godfather, pick a theme or a form or both. I'll write one.
I read a short history of europ about the 1600's-1590 and thought this was something cool to focus on for poetry.
Athough the peasants and more marginal classes of people were struggling, the middle class was growing and generally becoming more powerful. In a port city like Calais, located on the north Atlantic with an active maritime trade with the English, Dutch, and other French ports, the quality of material life saw an overall improvement. People in towns had leisure time to spend in taverns, gaming, and drinking -- hard liquor as an escape from a hard life began to be a social problem during this time.
My adopted father died recently and I got a call from his lawyer. Old drama related to my parents' divorce and my father's second wife. At my age, there are still ripples expanding from this.
Divorce is just the nasty gift that keeps on giving! :x :(
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it all lies in the eye of the beholder
please have yourself a beautiful and fun filled day
"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
he writes into the night
occasionally marijuana buds pieces are packed into glass
a lighter flashes
darkness that has taken in entire visions and the room
are now as if a camera has taken a snap
the words are still missing
the man in his chair is hungry
not for food
no
hungry for rainforests
hungry for environmental rightness
this exact calling
is for him
for the void of the cities falling into wreckage
the bloody walls drip down
streets run red
pollution has once again defeated dreams
somehow no one knows
sees
understands
listens
reads
comprehends natural sciences
the sun is the listener
the talker
the divider
the conquer
this is moon's battler and ally
nonetheless even its opposite twin
each a father
mother
daughter and son
grandfather and greatest of grandest mothers
this is when each spring fed luxury is acidic
tastes of copper
feels of poison and fire to the flesh of beast plant and man
and in this dismal affair lovers are destroyed under mountainous tops removed
mined till death
and trout headless fish
count down river
count down the overfilled oilwells driven into the bloody earth like slaves
this
where guts fly
stupidity owns limousines
catered events poolside
where resorts crumble to the sound of hunger from underneath their precious golden feet lit with sparkling diamonds and rusty bones that chatter a dull bunch of lies and ignorance
this clamp
a vice around the earth
held and obeyed
controlled by evil and the simplicity
of
E PLURIBUS UNUM
"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
That was infuckingcredible, chadwick.
thank you, hedonist
"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
a nice bomb pop confectionary and sugar
a marvel patriot and sucky
Not this box of bomb pops, that's for another sure...
Empty as sin, but if I'm wrong, we should bomb pop
~ ~ ~
added to everyday
sometimes several times
fresh water poured into the feathered sky pool
on my back patio
a simple slab of concrete in front of a sliding glass door
funny
how honeybees drink
honeybees a must
honeybees my little winged buddies
they drink my watered bird bath
not my water
i just add it
help the birds bathe
give a hand
the clear tap water they drink
mostly honey golden
me
i am tickled
honeybee after honeybee
sipping at my backdoor
sipping at my backdoor
this
the honeybees race
the honeybees life touching with mine
no stung flesh
no stinger buried my skull
no fucking stinger buried skull
and a few redheaded birds of some kind
the honeybee pond (sunday, may 20, 2012)
to bad i am not
but if i were
and all my hairs would engage
my pledged fight honey drips primitive privilege
i would grow them hives
i would create floral pastures from my bone
from my meat
from my ears
from my toes
my tongues each one
would speak bird feathered grasping clouds
i would sing honeybee raptures
and in this exhilaration
bird and bee
pleasureably make themselves extremely alive at my hand
(to be continued)
"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 wonder what happened that he'd want to do that?! :shock:
...just noticed today too. what a damn shame
what can we set on fire tonight? anyone got a tank?
"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
a 16th century poetry theme ...maybe? infact I think coming up with a theme for the group to follow would be a cool idea..even fun, from time to time someone could suggest a theme, whatta ya think ?
Godfather.
just dop it
HA! Just Doo Wop it.
No, I meant just do it
Godfather, pick a theme or a form or both. I'll write one.
perfect!
...and then Chadwick will set it on fire :P
im just not understanding
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
I read a short history of europ about the 1600's-1590 and thought this was something cool to focus on for poetry.
Athough the peasants and more marginal classes of people were struggling, the middle class was growing and generally becoming more powerful. In a port city like Calais, located on the north Atlantic with an active maritime trade with the English, Dutch, and other French ports, the quality of material life saw an overall improvement. People in towns had leisure time to spend in taverns, gaming, and drinking -- hard liquor as an escape from a hard life began to be a social problem during this time.
Godfather.
is that rain or is somebody washing my house?
"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
and then putting it out?
so unexpected!
and it made me cry
I hope all is well.
Godfather.
My adopted father died recently and I got a call from his lawyer. Old drama related to my parents' divorce and my father's second wife. At my age, there are still ripples expanding from this.
Divorce is just the nasty gift that keeps on giving! :x :(
I hope things workout, family stuff can be such a pain in the a**