up early (part I)
chadwick
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forces surrounding the we in tonight
this night
us the grateful ones for our present punishment
seems as if apart the gardening falling apart
weeds taking over and damaging your grace
no answers are called or spoken
none are said and listened
tis the younger years never lived fully
but in tears
this
where the owls have no barn beams to roost
no signals from darkness as where to have fulfilled flight coming out
so when sitting in silence outside
the indoor keepers of candleholders and woodheat blast with life
snowflakes are born
she is so lovely
and we do not
it is here
and it is this
the place of tenderness
the neck of femininity
this her deeply resting honey and hummingbird sanctuary
beside the cracked sidewalk lying beside us dazed
and never replaceable nor coming out
and through more looking down
stick scratching at the ground
a few quivering lips and rain
and in every drop falling
this is what we hear
and not that of explanations
other than her warmth in beauty
kindness is she
the echo of angel wings
against where i have broken into daybreak
i still can't believe she is up this early
this night
us the grateful ones for our present punishment
seems as if apart the gardening falling apart
weeds taking over and damaging your grace
no answers are called or spoken
none are said and listened
tis the younger years never lived fully
but in tears
this
where the owls have no barn beams to roost
no signals from darkness as where to have fulfilled flight coming out
so when sitting in silence outside
the indoor keepers of candleholders and woodheat blast with life
snowflakes are born
she is so lovely
and we do not
it is here
and it is this
the place of tenderness
the neck of femininity
this her deeply resting honey and hummingbird sanctuary
beside the cracked sidewalk lying beside us dazed
and never replaceable nor coming out
and through more looking down
stick scratching at the ground
a few quivering lips and rain
and in every drop falling
this is what we hear
and not that of explanations
other than her warmth in beauty
kindness is she
the echo of angel wings
against where i have broken into daybreak
i still can't believe she is up this early
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
"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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"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