through trees flutes run
magical sky amplified breeze
i heard thousand year old notes
she was home, she was happy
all her people murdered
drums bled thunder across her earth
nothing caring became everything
her only flute canyon deep
across like eagles do go
she cries
tears painting over sun
drowning eyes sail each night's moon
through trees flutes run
ancient ago now dreams bone's dust
through trees flutes run
she is turquoise dancing would be nice
through trees flutes run
buffalo sing their song
what is left of them
her dream wind
through trees flutes run
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
confined one room
house arrest
no more outside these walls
none above are blue-white
nothing sky deep open & wide
just this little lonely hole
similar to dust are skin & broken bone
conversation has become dead endings
confined one room
house arrest
no more outside these walls
none above are blue-white
nothing sky deep open & wide
just this little lonely hole
similar to dust are skin & broken bone
conversation has become dead endings
confined one room
house arrest
no more outside these walls
none above are blue-white
nothing sky deep open & wide
just this little lonely hole
similar to dust are skin & broken bone
conversation has become dead endings
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
would you speak to the tree?
the rocks said
your travels are erased
the birds not same
the thin cloud part of the whole
step in & dream
we can't make numbers
all are for each of us
through blue water
drink in your throat down
your time not like the other
just quietly listen to brother wolf
your brother the deer
we do not know experience
again & again knows understanding
so the lake cares less
the tribal meetings bark
songs are water tables
deep under this marriage
soil hand held percipitation
enlightened love is healing
lightning bug messengers are our relief
i love you when I'm sleepy
desolating rows intersecting columns
makes total sense the chaos I love the every day
every other and you know I love it when you hold me
in places the bones where they go
still
it hurts filling the holes you grew out of
capsized like pudding
tell me when I don't look you in the eye
I'd just rather not see the rip
that goes
not one for making a straight line straight
and narrow
you make it nice
you do
you will
you will
you will
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
the monk bought lunch, this is the best part of the trip, I really like.
Mansfield, MA 1998
Hartford, CT 1998
Mansfield, MA 2003
Boston, MA 2004
Boston, MA 2010
Boston, MA 2011 (EV)
2013 - Wrigley, IL / Worcester, MA (Night 1) / Worcester, MA (Night 2) / Hartford, CT
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
here comes the night
sweaty black nothing
my bed aches with bones
nightmares are buzzards feeding in sight
mine are in my eyes
stink feathers fall around me
when can i get up
walk away
hand fulla pills
cuts like razors on a bad day
don't know my way
don't know myself
don't know these walls anymore
this my sinkhole living
my sinkhole is me
sinkhole darkness empty
yet full
all mine
all mine dying
i don't know living
understanding breathing
this is losing
bewildered's down here
no flesh anymore fresh
all rotten all going gone
and in this stormy sea wooden ships creek along sounding like bones under a bent moon that is hung from thorn bushes swaying in some sorta gloom
this
pink angry moon hurts alongside blackness
aches with burnt candles
hangs there like a lost soul
my only friend scraping herself against my window
my eyes wide open
yet closed off & hidden like a tomb under sand
& as dry turning to gray
on bad kness those buzzards they do call me out
soon all my meat missing
except myself will always be killing myself
myself will always be lying to myself
colors will forever be false in eyes
sounds of organ playing will never be my song
them stink feathers falling around me
match those thorns & moon scraping the windowsill
this beautiful arrangement powers gravity
trading in blood for dust
the globe spins
my head falls to the ground
is used as a bird bath (buzzards bathe)
i am pleased to have had a skull something could use
Comments
did it say instead "it was a total collision" ?
ok, I'll change it back....
thank you
You're welcome!
through trees flutes run
magical sky amplified breeze
i heard thousand year old notes
she was home, she was happy
all her people murdered
drums bled thunder across her earth
nothing caring became everything
her only flute canyon deep
across like eagles do go
she cries
tears painting over sun
drowning eyes sail each night's moon
through trees flutes run
ancient ago now dreams bone's dust
through trees flutes run
she is turquoise dancing would be nice
through trees flutes run
buffalo sing their song
what is left of them
her dream wind
through trees flutes run
"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's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
house arrest
no more outside these walls
none above are blue-white
nothing sky deep open & wide
just this little lonely hole
similar to dust are skin & broken bone
conversation has become dead endings
this is good, for now
in here i can write
for now
"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
What the hell happened Chadwick?
He said right there he broke a bone
and its dusty
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
every stop signal red
your simple breath a plant for home
somehow commonplace
yet you've skated away
i think i'll take my empty box & climb into it
"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's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
the rocks said
your travels are erased
the birds not same
the thin cloud part of the whole
step in & dream
we can't make numbers
all are for each of us
through blue water
drink in your throat down
your time not like the other
just quietly listen to brother wolf
your brother the deer
we do not know experience
again & again knows understanding
so the lake cares less
the tribal meetings bark
songs are water tables
deep under this marriage
soil hand held percipitation
enlightened love is healing
lightning bug messengers are our relief
"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
desolating rows intersecting columns
makes total sense the chaos I love the every day
every other and you know I love it when you hold me
in places the bones where they go
still
it hurts filling the holes you grew out of
capsized like pudding
tell me when I don't look you in the eye
I'd just rather not see the rip
that goes
not one for making a straight line straight
and narrow
you make it nice
you do
you will
you will
you will
So I %$#&^,Because I &^#$%.
And that's why I &#$%^.
MY TRAIN of THOUGHTS! %$^*&
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
Soren Kierkegaard
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
Hartford, CT 1998
Mansfield, MA 2003
Boston, MA 2004
Boston, MA 2010
Boston, MA 2011 (EV)
2013 - Wrigley, IL / Worcester, MA (Night 1) / Worcester, MA (Night 2) / Hartford, CT
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
:? :geek:
you........face it
sun with a smile
i..................s
y................ou
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
sweaty black nothing
my bed aches with bones
nightmares are buzzards feeding in sight
mine are in my eyes
stink feathers fall around me
when can i get up
walk away
hand fulla pills
cuts like razors on a bad day
don't know my way
don't know myself
don't know these walls anymore
this my sinkhole living
my sinkhole is me
sinkhole darkness empty
yet full
all mine
all mine dying
i don't know living
understanding breathing
this is losing
bewildered's down here
no flesh anymore fresh
all rotten all going gone
and in this stormy sea wooden ships creek along sounding like bones under a bent moon that is hung from thorn bushes swaying in some sorta gloom
this
pink angry moon hurts alongside blackness
aches with burnt candles
hangs there like a lost soul
my only friend scraping herself against my window
my eyes wide open
yet closed off & hidden like a tomb under sand
& as dry turning to gray
on bad kness those buzzards they do call me out
soon all my meat missing
except myself will always be killing myself
myself will always be lying to myself
colors will forever be false in eyes
sounds of organ playing will never be my song
them stink feathers falling around me
match those thorns & moon scraping the windowsill
this beautiful arrangement powers gravity
trading in blood for dust
the globe spins
my head falls to the ground
is used as a bird bath (buzzards bathe)
i am pleased to have had a skull something could use
"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