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poetry has ran its course.

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited March 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the end. what a fucking comical rigid pile.
you the strict lawmaker. a sheriff in jail?
we broke into the city
now we can only not escape. we beg nicely
get thrown scraps
sometimes only bone
bloodied and fractured like a hole breathing and blowing out the top of the decomposing whale and where only a handfull of butterflies have soared
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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  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    Where one door is closed, don't you know another is open

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUdUmLmNQis

    rasta.gif
  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    chadwick wrote:
    the end. what a fucking comical rigid pile.
    you the strict lawmaker. a sheriff in jail?
    we broke into the city
    now we can only not escape. we beg nicely
    get thrown scraps
    sometimes only bone
    bloodied and fractured like a hole breathing and blowing out the top of the decomposing whale and where only a handfull of butterflies have soared


    what a fucking comical rigid pile
    wow

    glad that sunshine left some room for the cynicism i love
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • vogonpoetbythelakevogonpoetbythelake Posts: 2,146
    She rides the ass in dis pair
    Singular focus
    Ignores the other half
    Affords a vast shadow
    That moves with out sound.
    Oh how dis paired countenance
    Robs the soul of vibration,
    Will not relieve the ear
    Shadow blocks, stalks the drum, beats it silly
    Unaccounted meaning pulses through the river,
    Washing over and under the clouded sky
    Unpierced jet sounds the constant arrival and departure
    Of the amused and infatuated
    Lonely visitors from heavens gate
    Flooded banks receding
    Into the unrecorded rivulets of thought
    How ungraceful the undisciplined mind
    With unknown powers chaotically spent
    Let loose with out / with in
  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    5th generation capability around 2020
    What the hell will it do?
    Fuse itself into your head?
    Predict the future?

    That was so 12 seconds ago
    That was so 5 seconds ago
    Just happened
    Man in 12 seconds you are going to know
    In 5 seconds you will know
    Now you know
    Now you
    Now
    No
    N

    Caught in a time warp
    In a time warp
    A time warp
    Time warp
    Warp
    Arp
    Rp
    P
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    and inside a pine cone
    the unicorn and the apple tree
    all a beautiful day to each alone until
    the blade of grass delightfully stood up with the sunshine and morning giveness
    and delivered to them each
    the living life of the blade of grass
    and as simplistic
    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
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    edited February 2012
    chadwick wrote:
    and inside a pine cone
    the unicorn and the apple tree
    all a beautiful day to each alone until
    the blade of grass delightfully stood up with the sunshine and morning giveness
    and delivered to them each
    the living life of the blade of grass
    and as simplistic

    I like this type about nature. :)
    Post edited by justam on
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  • Chip McFlenniganChip McFlennigan Posts: 1,162
    edited May 2012
    .........
    Post edited by Chip McFlennigan on
    I knew it all along, see?
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Chip McFlennigan wrote:
    chad your words have left me
    torn as tears
    not in fabric but
    underneath eyes and
    flattening
    tall grass
    yellow like death
    and orange
    like kandisky's humanity

    and gone

    dried up
    while lakes are swam in
    great, salt
    adjectives are shaken
    tables are pounded by fists
    tho i can sleep
    thru anything
    thru tunnels and thru needles eyes
    the sun at my door
    glaring good morning stares
    while breakfast heats up

    More. Yay! :D
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  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,038
    chadwick wrote:
    the end. what a fucking comical rigid pile.
    you the strict lawmaker. a sheriff in jail?
    we broke into the city
    now we can only not escape. we beg nicely
    get thrown scraps
    sometimes only bone
    bloodied and fractured like a hole breathing and blowing out the top of the decomposing whale and where only a handfull of butterflies have soared

    :clap:

    Nicely done,
    Chadwick. So I
    Must visit here more often.
    Maybe even sharpen a
    Pencil or two.
    Who knows what fucking comic rigid pile
    Might break forth from the jail
    Where I've kept my bloodied whales and butterflies
    Too long.
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













  • USARAYUSARAY Posts: 517
    to be a butterfly
    is to conquer the world!
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    squirt wrote:
    to be a butterfly
    is to conquer the world!
    sounds kinda fun actually.
    then the speeding front grill of a 1950's cadillac
    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
  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,038
    chadwick wrote:
    squirt wrote:
    to be a butterfly
    is to conquer the world!
    sounds kinda fun actually.
    then the speeding front grill of a 1950's cadillac
    Reminds me of a rather sadly title book- The Gunk on Your Windshield. Well, I refuse to read that one! I'll keep my Peterson's Butterfly guide. ;)
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













  • USARAYUSARAY Posts: 517
    fragile yet so strong
  • pinkbutterflypinkbutterfly Posts: 1,391
    vogonpoetbythelake wrote:
    She rides the ass in dis pair

    This line has me giggling. I don't know why. I'm sorry. :lol:
    My last message to you ~

    You're right. You are a monster! You are sick! Get help!

    At least, I am not a fuck-up! A lying fuck-up!
  • Chip McFlenniganChip McFlennigan Posts: 1,162
    edited May 2012
    .......
    Post edited by Chip McFlennigan on
    I knew it all along, see?
  • vogonpoetbythelakevogonpoetbythelake Posts: 2,146
    pinkbutterfly wrote:
    vogonpoetbythelake wrote:
    She rides the ass in dis pair

    This line has me giggling. I don't know why. I'm sorry. :lol:

    Its okay, thats because the ass is a mechanical device, that has me giggling sometimes too.
  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    I poured out my heart
    See it here
    Oozing from me
    Forming pools on the ground
    One big puddle of love
    One of pain
    Ants have set up camp
    Doing the butterfly stroke
    In what remains of my guilty conscience
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • Chip McFlenniganChip McFlennigan Posts: 1,162
    edited May 2012
    ......
    Post edited by Chip McFlennigan on
    I knew it all along, see?
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    DOWNbytheRiver wrote:
    I poured out my heart
    See it here
    Oozing from me
    Forming pools on the ground
    One big puddle of love
    One of pain
    Ants have set up camp
    Doing the butterfly stroke
    In what remains of my guilty conscience

    !
  • vogonpoetbythelakevogonpoetbythelake Posts: 2,146
    Fortitude…Just… Expression

    Thank You is thee just expression
    Fortitude to barely digest the express
    Freight Train, Freight Train
    Gratitude cannot be expressed without the within
    Velvety Voluptuous Velcro
    As the Crow Flies, Spring is not Sprung
    Tightly wound… wowed the small wounds
    Spelling Counts… the Kabala Crowds Squared
    Volumes Renounced…Burned in Epitaphs
    Stress Released on/in Others Expressions
    Thank You is Just
    For You…We…Be...e
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