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  • hedonist
    hedonist Posts: 24,524
    TalonTedd said:

    I've been working seven days a week for nearly a year now.
    I've come to a new understanding of the word "Submission".
    family is my motive
    ignorance is my bliss
    ache is my warden
    money is my vacuum
    Sleep is my joy.
    still is my recovery
    and no end is in sight.
    Tonight there is a "Super moon" in the heavens
    I'll sit with my wife for a moment, lean into her ear and whisper
    all will be well.






    Well goddamn. This gave me tears for more than a couple of reasons.

    We may or may not have been walking somewhat similar roads lately.

    Whether or not, it is so nice to see you back here. Always appreciate your energy and words.

    May all be well. May the shit of the now be a thing of the past.
  • TalonTedd
    TalonTedd Toronto Posts: 835
    smile
    I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
  • TalonTedd
    TalonTedd Toronto Posts: 835
    edited November 2016
    like the wolf said. Its nice to come back and see whats been up. thanks for the smile. As for the shit of the now fading to the things of the past....helps me and us get to the point of the future....f'n heads held high. gonna watch rearview tribute PJ this Friday and I'm gonna tear that night a new ass baby!
    You rock.
    Post edited by TalonTedd on
    I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
  • whispering hands
    whispering hands Under your skin Posts: 13,527
    Singular, solitary, and swaddled in grace; ice falls from the sky.
    Gazing then Heavenward,
    The rest follow: stinging my eye.
    Catch them on my tongue,
    Reminders of when I was young.
    I used to go and sled,
    These days, inside instead.
  • vogonpoetbythelake
    vogonpoetbythelake Posts: 2,146
    Its beautiful inside, thanks for sharing yours
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    $9.48 wool socks...

    ?what will come down here
    (like usual darkness
    rude surroundings)
    underground
    just beneath passersby's farfetched impressions
    they laugh, cry, run, dance, fall down & stroll onward
    without knowing painful smells

    it's not sleepy-time yet
    sunshine caresses autumn's dried carpet that has fallen down
    crunching alive & well (like it does)

    raindrops arrive at nothing where i am gathered
    curled up underneath roots blast
    some come into my eye-sockets forcing me apart
    a nailed thorn bush drags itself across my hope
    trampled again some more

    the sky will open up & close
    another year cycles around
    bones from flowers
    dust of dead winter stars
    lately mine are mostly cold when talking feet




    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
  • rollings
    rollings unknown Posts: 7,127
    I used to love
  • rollings
    rollings unknown Posts: 7,127
    how lovely

    here comes another bucket
    carrying away the month with time in its teeth

    how much fuller at the start than when it's gone

    did you stop and smell one rose that I sent?
    I sent them in my dreams from all this dirt
    I did not cover them
    up when they bloomed

    when they bloomed
    they bled
    on the sky far away

    blue as waves tossed the distance it takes

    which isn't much








  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    edited November 2016
    anesthesia clapping inside excitement under headrest
    keith richards anesthesiologist
    he's a evil grinnin son of a bitch with a heart of silver
    smokin cigs like wild
    leathery skin
    his hair goin to town with little charms

    but her chimes across the way resound in echo
    she's on the phone laughin
    emily emily emily emily emily emily
    emily emily emily emily emily emily
    emily emily emily emily emily emily










    emily
    hello diane

    goin eyes-closed is for assholes & bullshit artists
    keith is my man
    essential
    ask where my pockets go
    where they live
    been there probably
    or will
    fulla sand & power

    just call me "bastard"
    outside crime sticks like what is (here)
    what has become my best friend
    we're shooting craps
    losing credibility not happenin

    grain storage bins
    rats are scared
    we aint got all day
    easy patrolmen brake
    small cars each one riddled
    overflowing with clowns
    they said we talked like this last night throughout this day here

    alarm clocks shine like gas stations in slow motion explosions when awoken like confucius's dragon
    fuck you dr. sack
    eat this you bloody bastards
    can't even lift your head proper
    the entire outfit under your scalpel
    they aint mine
    they aint her's

    fentanyl
    dilaudid
    oxycodone
    morphine
    look out intravenous bloody heart
    make way use your head
    recognize those railroad crossing stripes at the raceway barrier
    sounding's alarm screams home in quiet style
    mama can't save your stupid ass

    dr. by the nuts
    maybe aliens wake thee
    entire teams
    where starving wolves are candy asses
    worms slobber
    boxing rings remember better than we do
    skulls are candle holders
    & soon historically reduced erections have cancerous bladders removed thru their once hard meat

    strapped down
    you're goin on boy
























    Post edited by chadwick on
    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
  • LongestRoad
    LongestRoad Posts: 477
    edited November 2016
    11.29

    I walked into class that day and sat down, flipped open my notebook to finish up some homework. I could hear them talking by the door.
    I heard her say you can sit over there.

    Then.. I thought what the...?!? the smell of cigarette smoke so strong. I was still looking down at my notebook writing but thinking this guy wreaks, he must smoke as much as my father and she has to sit him over here.
    I continued writing in my notebook. I started to feel as though someone was staring at me. I looked up, and there he was half turned in his desk looking back at me. I remember his blue eye and the outline of his nose. Then he spoke......


    I love the smell of cigarrette smoke.....
    Post edited by LongestRoad on
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    nice stuff, longestroad.
    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
  • the wolf
    the wolf Posts: 7,027
    Mistakenly
    Miss take indeed
    Miss take a knee
    Please Miss,
    Take me.
    Peace, Love.

    "To question your government is not unpatriotic --
    to not question your government is unpatriotic."
    -- Sen. Chuck Hagel
  • rollings
    rollings unknown Posts: 7,127
    purple sky in the morning the purple I remember when I was a child sir
    but this time I'm the moon in the branches
    pulling it through
    we're like lavender work
  • catefrances
    catefrances Posts: 29,003
    fuck you
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • catefrances
    catefrances Posts: 29,003
    i thought that 10am was too early to drink but here i am throwing back pinot and its 5:44AM. all nighters!!!
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • rollings
    rollings unknown Posts: 7,127
    edited February 2017
    snow is like a silent soft meaning
    i allude to it when I'm not speaking
    I don't hear it when it is falling, I feel it.
    and I don't that either

    making a wall of its floor
    is there anywhere else that I would rather be?
    why, with you of course
    by a fire
    as crackling
    boots & scarves

    there's snowflakes in my ears
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,368
    Poets & Writers magazine is inspiring.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Godfather.
    Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    the winds of change are a natural progression, the fact that we witness these changes are a blessing though they may be challenging
    or even unnoticed we have been, are and always will be witness to our actions for the world to see.
  • vogonpoetbythelake
    vogonpoetbythelake Posts: 2,146
    Can you speak to me of love without worry of its manifestation? When you speak to me of love does the lack of manifestation make you feel...empty? The learning curve of the lack and finding the good in it...the kind sparkle in your eyes if even for a moment lifts the dark shadow from my soul. I will to continue the search to spot it 'cause then I've got it! To give of myself in the doubting times, facing my own sense of ego unappreciated is a paradox...letting go the tether that binds you to me, pure physical desire that must be enough, no mind, no thought to future only hearts entwined, ease of separation and ease of union, being fully present with no ties to future gets harder as I age...like the moment is not worth anything without future possibility...this is the merit and must get to know only to know the now, release of anothers presence, self possesed, present moment glory with no thought of gain. Somehow the two thoughts dont flow for me, tripped up in the knowledge that I can only know, feel, this moment and fear that it will never arise again. Admitting that overwhelming sense that this is the perfect fit for you. Intense intimacy...four hours a month, no mind, no time, no future, no past...just enough to keep the flames of desire fanned...A well...in the meantime I accept and am grateful for the opening up of myself however I amand however you are... gifted to one another...
  • Godfather.
    Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    rollings said:

    how lovely

    here comes another bucket
    carrying away the month with time in its teeth

    how much fuller at the start than when it's gone

    did you stop and smell one rose that I sent?
    I sent them in my dreams from all this dirt
    I did not cover them
    up when they bloomed

    when they bloomed
    they bled
    on the sky far away

    blue as waves tossed the distance it takes

    which isn't much








    WOW !! awesome !

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