Instant Thoughts (add yours too if you like)

justam

If I answer "yes" , it's completely too much information.

chadwick

why am i here
and the trees sway
a almost violent wind talks to us

the land shifts underneath
worms move toward home
each song sung
a bird or several

maybe each night and day a carriage of moon and fire
all horse pulling as wild as the smoke from volcanoes

every ocean is crashing
every wave...lives

each and every morning goes
into each and every darkness called from worked blisters

these are the hands of men and women
yes it is a fact
some do not participate

justam

This one ^^^ is good Chadwick.

catefrances

LMFAO!!! talk about idiocy.

the wolf

It's really very simple,
I quit.

CHANGEinWAVES

I came across his picture today, completely by accident. It wasn't what I remembered, it wasn't what I thought.
Staring blindly at the screen, trying to envoke emotion... There was none. I can't even remember the feeling I had then... The emptiness overcomes me instead.

rollings

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
sleep with light rain

it's already morning while I
sleep with light rain

red on the wall
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
sleep with light rain
it's already morning while I'm

reading the wall

I feel displaced
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
sleep with light rain

it's already morning while I

sleep with light rain
in summer
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

chadwick

chili oh chili
elk or two
beans beans musical fruit
the elk bugels

that was not a fart

rollings

chadwick wrote:

chili oh chili
elk or two
beans beans musical fruit
the elk bugels

that was not a fart

it was the unfart known

I did not say that

justam

We need more beauty around here.

Things have gotten a bit drab! :geek:

rollings

what's for lunch. or when is lunch. or is this someone's lunch hour RIGHT NOW?

chadwick

justam wrote:

We need more beauty around here.

Things have gotten a bit drab! :geek:

all in the eye of the beholder, justam
it all lies in the eye of the beholder

please have yourself a beautiful and fun filled day

chadwick

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

hedonist

My thoughts at this instant?

That was infuckingcredible, chadwick.

chadwick

hedonist wrote:

My thoughts at this instant?

That was infuckingcredible, chadwick.

thank you, hedonist

USARAY

moms are the best

rollings

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
~ ~ ~

chadwick

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

(to be continued)

justam

Did anyone else notice that Chip (aka Johnny America) went back and DELETED every poem he ever put up?!

I wonder what happened that he'd want to do that?! :shock:

rollings

justam wrote:

Did anyone else notice that Chip (aka Johnny America) went back and DELETED every poem he ever put up?!

I wonder what happened that he'd want to do that?! :shock:

...just noticed today too. what a damn shame