poem... woven to cold

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited March 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
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
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
    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 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
    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
  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    i like the second one better



    no seriously
    good stuff
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
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