poem... woven to cold
chadwick
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if i did not have
then what
and where would you or i be
to where haven't we been
and i asked you to be with me
and i have remembered asking you to be amongst these wall
i have given you specific orders and what did you do?
you did nothing that was asked on the ink
in the paper in my words
you did not with my wording through kindness and request
this is what you done
it was not asked of yours to be that way
and i will not have such neglect near our palace
every hill you see is mine
every bush every stream
every once of golden and pink sky sunsetting and the holiest of risings
is mine
why?
you gave them to me when you kissed me
when i first saw you
when i and you first were
and when you and i had myself inside of you
everything rolled together like silk being poured out of goblets lit on low flame as if fueled was extra but not needed we were together and as tightened down as woven to cold
then what
and where would you or i be
to where haven't we been
and i asked you to be with me
and i have remembered asking you to be amongst these wall
i have given you specific orders and what did you do?
you did nothing that was asked on the ink
in the paper in my words
you did not with my wording through kindness and request
this is what you done
it was not asked of yours to be that way
and i will not have such neglect near our palace
every hill you see is mine
every bush every stream
every once of golden and pink sky sunsetting and the holiest of risings
is mine
why?
you gave them to me when you kissed me
when i first saw you
when i and you first were
and when you and i had myself inside of you
everything rolled together like silk being poured out of goblets lit on low flame as if fueled was extra but not needed we were together and as tightened down as woven to cold
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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then what
and where would you or i be
to where haven't we been
and i asked you to be with me
and i have remembered asking you to be amongst these wall
i have given you specific orders and what did you do?
you did nothing that was asked on the ink
in the paper in my words
you did not with my wording through kindness and request
this is what you done
it was not asked of yours to be that way
and i will not have such neglect near our palace
every hill you see is mine
every bush every stream
every ounce of golden and pink sky sunsetting and the holiest of risings
is mine
why?
you gave them to me when you kissed me
when i first saw you
when i and you first were
and when you and i had myself inside of you
everything rolled together like silk being poured out of goblets lit on low flame as if fueled was extra but not needed we were together and as tightened down as woven to cold
"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
no seriously
good stuff
"what a long, strange trip it's been"