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chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited January 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
what the hell is wrong with you
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
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    quite a bit, why?
    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
  • DeLukinDeLukin Posts: 2,757
    Multiple personality disorder?
    I smile, but who am I kidding...
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    if only you'd listen if only you'd try
    why not you?
    why is it me and mine?

    this is ours
    yours inside mine
    all mine inward beside me
    where one is two and two is two
    and two is two and two is too
    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
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    Two plus one is three.

    And that ain't even even, even.
  • I still believe.
    I knew it all along, see?
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    let me out
    (trying in questions lost without me... going to the ground quickly)...is this me
    in the snap of fingers gone off feeling
    (everything else too)
    gathering my crawling (difficulty)
    my balance scrambled
    if only could be i
    real and well

    sweating profusely
    retracting eyes gone dialated in the directions of right and left
    opening my sight is more painful
    than the already definition
    of this out of (control) going nowhere agony

    so my head involuntarily (or what i know to be my head) sicken spinners
    my blood must be amusement park rides
    as i just a rollin
    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
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    hello
    see ya

    not really the water
    but tell me why the rain does this exact love
    and no
    i do not mean my hard harness
    this...

    and if you are
    will you at least gather with
    and through this walking
    harvesting will be trophied as gold wheat

    while hair is fire
    rust has purchased moonlight
    this...

    her old car coming for me
    she driven night and day
    knights and knocking doors
    she brought me my old army
    says im king me to her
    tells of her crown near what appears to be for me
    mine
    rubies, emeralds, other jewels and twigs
    i do enjoy the wearing of grass and sticks
    thorns too
    they keep the balance

    ouch to the left far
    pain sways right quite much
    reminds me to center self

    something like apple tree
    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
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