I was just a 7/11 for coffee and saw a woman about my age dressed very nicely,long low cut backless dress
and an old tatoo on her back and both sholders and upper breast(looked to go down lower) but the tat was old fadded black ink that I'm sure looked great back in the 80's but now it's fadded and really looked ....well not so good,
she looked at me smiled and I could see the kindness in her face and just smiled back.
well it made me think that youth is not something to burn out or abuse while we are young in most cases we live longer than we think we will and have to deal with the choices we made when we were younger.
anyway just a thought.
Godfather, I think about that type of thing too when I see the freshmen in my classes with those ear-expanding rings and nose rings and huge sleeve tattoos. Beautiful young girls NOW but I worry that these choices they've made will make it harder for them to get jobs later on. :oops: I'm such a mom to my students!!
Godfather, I think about that type of thing too when I see the freshmen in my classes with those ear-expanding rings and nose rings and huge sleeve tattoos. Beautiful young girls NOW but I worry that these choices they've made will make it harder for them to get jobs later on. :oops: I'm such a mom to my students!!
I talked my son out of the BIG ear streatching hoops and just flat out said no the nose ring, I agree with you that in the future it may make it hard for these kids to get jobs and be taken seriously in their profession
but to each their own guess.
if you can
please pick yourself up off the closet floor
i tell myself
hanging up my shirts
taking down dry socks
turning the fan off
trying not to cry too much
been doing that all day
and spinning vinyl
i wanna hide out in here
in the dark
no car horns and listening ears
mine shut down recently
the carpet has told me this and many lies including my own & all our struggles
someone's stereo spins
that is me
ed (& guys) saves me again
taking my swimming suit apart
the bag
ear plugs going to need a washing soon
goggles hung up like me
swimmer's caps wet like my cravings, loves, and blood
tonight i'll nail myself to this crucifix
with hangers for winter coats and sweaters at my side
this dark hole cannot breathe without me
that i do know
no matter the swim, no matter the water drank, no matter the sun shined
this is the tomb of my days, my nights, dreams and grass of skeltons dancing for it under moonless nights
i'm left out because i am not dead yet
i'm still in this ocean
i'm still doing strokes
ed (& the guys) are still goin for it
their music is turning out in herds like falling leafs
i am grateful for the quiet days
the pleasantness that lasts is collected and used as flooring and supports for the giant walls and ceilings
all of which are stained glass and larger
so simplistic it is to relay on one's closet's flooring
Had to log myself in here today (even though I've been forgetting my password recently and have to keep getting a new one) just to say "Wow, chadwick".
i forget almost everything all the time. everything is new yet again from ago. how can this be now brand new but somehow blurry cities of memory
nearby rivers
meeting at sea
arriving at the trees and musical halls
vacant heads in time do sail but not anytime soon due to blindness
blindness from their own lack of strength in creativity
all clovers three or four leafed
all with a twin of function
photosynthesis or better
quite better to be left alone to walk
thank you very much
escaping further northbound than i-5
personally each and everyone
even last snowflakes falling for home
and all they feel
but don't know us
the city of new orleans
long way mornings away leading to sea
where steel rails balance out light and empty moons
for the tidal pull
it is during this force
that we fell in love
all minds connected
sharing one soil
one air lung
all wheat ground or standin tall
goin with wind like we're keeping score in rhythm
to be continued
would be swimmer's wishes
to bad shooting stars is murder
i have a poem
a dark night ahead of me
and a pen running low on words
love
i have those who do
and i them
we have music together
walking in hand holding swaying with bird calls
and street lamps being lit by a faded sky of bright
we have given
we have taken blood from each one of us
if i ever begin
please will you end
if you and if i change as if thorns removing colors unseen
then we may have found our home
and have been triumphant
this exact victory smells of the sea-love
a salty air filled and emptied
alongside this earth and inside of its stone
and the worlds unseen by our naked eyes
are in lust of you and i
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I have a confession to make.
I have been keeping a secret for quite some time that perhaps I shouldn't have been.
Chadwick...., I'm sorry.
I am not really Lionel Richie.
I do apologize for any confusion or delay this may have caused your inconvenience.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Roper
you aren't lionel?
oh my god....................
"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 an old tatoo on her back and both sholders and upper breast(looked to go down lower) but the tat was old fadded black ink that I'm sure looked great back in the 80's but now it's fadded and really looked ....well not so good,
she looked at me smiled and I could see the kindness in her face and just smiled back.
well it made me think that youth is not something to burn out or abuse while we are young in most cases we live longer than we think we will and have to deal with the choices we made when we were younger.
anyway just a thought.
Godfather.
I talked my son out of the BIG ear streatching hoops and just flat out said no the nose ring, I agree with you that in the future it may make it hard for these kids to get jobs and be taken seriously in their profession
but to each their own guess.
Godfather.
:geek:
please pick yourself up off the closet floor
i tell myself
hanging up my shirts
taking down dry socks
turning the fan off
trying not to cry too much
been doing that all day
and spinning vinyl
i wanna hide out in here
in the dark
no car horns and listening ears
mine shut down recently
the carpet has told me this and many lies including my own & all our struggles
someone's stereo spins
that is me
ed (& guys) saves me again
taking my swimming suit apart
the bag
ear plugs going to need a washing soon
goggles hung up like me
swimmer's caps wet like my cravings, loves, and blood
tonight i'll nail myself to this crucifix
with hangers for winter coats and sweaters at my side
this dark hole cannot breathe without me
that i do know
no matter the swim, no matter the water drank, no matter the sun shined
this is the tomb of my days, my nights, dreams and grass of skeltons dancing for it under moonless nights
i'm left out because i am not dead yet
i'm still in this ocean
i'm still doing strokes
ed (& the guys) are still goin for it
their music is turning out in herds like falling leafs
i am grateful for the quiet days
the pleasantness that lasts is collected and used as flooring and supports for the giant walls and ceilings
all of which are stained glass and larger
so simplistic it is to relay on one's closet's flooring
"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
Hope you're 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
nearby rivers
meeting at sea
arriving at the trees and musical halls
vacant heads in time do sail but not anytime soon due to blindness
blindness from their own lack of strength in creativity
all clovers three or four leafed
all with a twin of function
photosynthesis or better
quite better to be left alone to walk
thank you very much
"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
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
is capture & release
The only fair game
Is conquer & release
The only fair game
is concur & release
waiting for the whirl to stop
not knowing that the spin explores the way
Oh, the tizzy she is in
These mountains are in North Carolina.
personally each and everyone
even last snowflakes falling for home
and all they feel
but don't know us
the city of new orleans
long way mornings away leading to sea
where steel rails balance out light and empty moons
for the tidal pull
it is during this force
that we fell in love
all minds connected
sharing one soil
one air lung
all wheat ground or standin tall
goin with wind like we're keeping score in rhythm
to be continued
would be swimmer's wishes
to bad shooting stars is murder
"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'm halfway home today. Tomorrow I'll be back in Florida.
this is good
looks like a little bit of heaven her on earth.
Godfather.
with wind, cracking trees
and plenty more rain
than I would ever need
SNOT BUTTER
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
and I can't tell the story of knitting
Maybe I should take up weaving
:P