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a lot of people

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited May 2013 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
(part I)

exhaustive
the human experience gazing into the grand old golden framed mirror
something of an antique hanging on the sky's wall
cobweb ridden but at first appearance could be apples or fishermen
maybe the badlands of any given land
impossible kindness as lonely as one

a single blade of grass each of us off
timber wolves under milder clothing
piranha feasting but only one individual of darkness hides until the kill

moon or sun
health or dying
mice or rain
birds singing or death's greetings

broken jaws every dropped infant
neglect
neglect
neglect

these scares share one common bond
the human race is exhaustive
even on a good day someone near you is an asshole
maybe a driver
could be your teacher reliving being beaten as a kid

ever notice grass dies without rain
trees reborn after a cold harsh winter
bugs emerge with vengeance
birds taste them
they have a reason
they share these reasons

on bad days I feel like a volcano nearing eruption
on my terrible days my very blood worse than boiling
all because someone somewhere should have his head removed from his shoulders

all this and then
red flowers
blue skies
that heavy ass golden framed mirror strikes like lightning
a lake pulls me down
my soul heavy as fuck
breathing like a fish but out of my skin for they (monster people) removed it during my daily torture
I have begged for years
it only was given to me louder
heavier
bloodier
retold retold retold retold retold retold retold retold retold
just tired of this shit
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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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    This one is heavy. Like a bad day.

    I hope you didn't have a bad day.
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    justam wrote:
    This one is heavy. Like a bad day.

    I hope you didn't have a bad day.
    yeah bad days a bit like that. more like a huge percentage of people are wearing blindfolds & ear plugs & are nasty as shit & deserve to be hit in the mouth several times or worse.
    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
    chadwick wrote:
    justam wrote:
    This one is heavy. Like a bad day.

    I hope you didn't have a bad day.
    yeah bad days a bit like that. more like a huge percentage of people are wearing blindfolds & ear plugs & are nasty as shit & deserve to be hit in the mouth several times or worse.

    Yikes! :?
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    justam wrote:
    Yikes! :?
    you've never hit someone in the face? you've never wanted to break someone's bones?
    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
    chadwick wrote:
    justam wrote:
    Yikes! :?
    you've never hit someone in the face? you've never wanted to break someone's bones?
    No. I have never hit anyone. I don't like violence.
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  • Chip McFlenniganChip McFlennigan Posts: 1,162
    chad,

    there is a long history
    of mirrors between us
    but don't fret
    because even though strings can
    hold us up and move us
    in ways in which we wouldn't wish
    on our worst enemies

    they can move us
    in other ways

    beautiful melodies
    long gone feelings and
    a shining
    pane of glass with motion pictures of us
    at our most private bests and worsts and all things
    in between

    and in between
    you and me
    now
    is nothing
    but love and acceptance
    I knew it all along, see?
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    what of profound extensive retreat teachings have brought
    listening to the stars
    summer butterfly months or snowflake seasons
    listening to trees & calming waters
    built by tiny rain drops working hard together

    birds they do there thing
    mountain rock enlightens
    in this rigorous flight peaks adjust in clouds as if feathers

    far away city lights physically scream
    in this well more man made light than water
    ignorance has visualization but dry
    something like a hungry ghost
    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
  • whispering handswhispering hands Posts: 13,527
    chadwick wrote:
    justam wrote:
    This one is heavy. Like a bad day.

    I hope you didn't have a bad day.
    yeah bad days a bit like that. more like a huge percentage of people are wearing blindfolds & ear plugs & are nasty as shit & deserve to be hit in the mouth several times or worse.
    God dang! I meet these people every day
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    whispering hands wrote:
    chadwick wrote:
    justam wrote:
    This one is heavy. Like a bad day.

    I hope you didn't have a bad day.
    yeah bad days a bit like that. more like a huge percentage of people are wearing blindfolds & ear plugs & are nasty as shit & deserve to be hit in the mouth several times or worse.
    God dang! I meet these people every day
    true they are crawling the earth like cockaroaches
    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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