poem: leslie west

chadwick

tangle yourself inside my steps
you told me you wanted this
you said you had cried our home
my ship sunken blistered in half
all splinters my hands
bleeding

goodbye you told our pillows
this bed's a sail boat for our souls
climbing with winds, fighting with seas
your hands all lands abundant in pure silk
go on
tangle yourself in my steps

gather yourself up off the floor
my lost self navigating through stars for the blind man i am
misguided misdirection
a common serpent on our heels
tasting her kiss very similar blood
this is what remembers
this is what has you
has me
mine yours

because a unpleasant distance recloses passage
does not mean anything
only try
only begin to never end

only be calm near a monster
seaweed hundreds of years
our graves deep & cold
rather with our kiss
then

we could have never been brave
never been capable
never be born for this
i have been consumed as pumped
spoken as thunder
woven as wool your canvas painted hair
every one of your candles have given no lighthouse her name
so in blank empty space death's darkness bears down tolerating you & i
as barbwire surrenders nothing

gather yourself up off the floor
tangle yourself in my steps

the deciding
describing sessions
of hummingbirds misplaced miles out of sight
while all peacock feathers given to the poor

mikalina

beautifully written....

chadwick

give them to good people, give to... to a library, give them to leslie west, give them to your back yard, give them to the street, give one to a bee, another to a friend, one to a diver, one other to a sky diver, give them to a pilot, give one to the trees, one to the ocean, one to the sea, give them to

give them to ronnie dio's wife, give them to as you see fit, give them to a dream, give them between mountains & spiders, give them to eyes to read, give them to good & evil, give them to a promise, give one away, give one another, give one to a witch, give one to a nun, give them to make believe,

give them to fire and water

as you see fit

mysticweed

chadwick wrote:

tangle yourself inside my steps
you told me you wanted this
you said you had cried our home
my ship sunken blistered in half
all splinters my hands
bleeding

goodbye you told our pillows
this bed's a sail boat for our souls
climbing with winds, fighting with seas
your hands all lands abundant in pure silk
go on
tangle yourself in my steps

gather yourself up off the floor
my lost self navigating through stars for the blind man i am
misguided misdirection
a common serpent on our heels
tasting her kiss very similar blood
this is what remembers
this is what has you
has me
mine yours

because a unpleasant distance recloses passage
does not mean anything
only try
only begin to never end

only be calm near a monster
seaweed hundreds of years
our graves deep & cold
rather with our kiss
then

we could have never been brave
never been capable
never be born for this
i have been consumed as pumped
spoken as thunder
woven as wool your canvas painted hair
every one of your candles have given no lighthouse her name
so in blank empty space death's darkness bears down tolerating you & i
as barbwire surrenders nothing

gather yourself up off the floor
tangle yourself in my steps

the deciding
describing sessions
of hummingbirds misplaced miles out of sight
while all peacock feathers given to the poor

wickweed, this is fucking AWESOME
(are the west influences about his leg?)

chadwick

mysticweed,

i don't know. the music he & his band mates throw around hits a nerve in me like a hammer.
if i could ever write something as beautiful as the lyrics below, then i would be content within myself

http://youtu.be/4hiOTnhW6SM
mountain - nantucket sleighride

Goodbye, little Robin-Marie
Don't try following me
Don't cry, little Robin-Marie
'Cause you know I'm coming home soon

My ships' leaving on a three-year tour
The next tide will take us from shore
Windlaced, gather in sail and spray

Fly your willow branches
Wrap your body round my soul
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
There are years behind us reaching
To the place where hearts are beating
And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet
And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet

Starbuck's sharpening his harpoon
The black man is playing his tune
An old salt's sleeping his watch away
He'll be drunk again before noon

Three years sailing on bended knee
We found no whales in the sea
Don't cry, little Robin-Marie
'Cause we'll be in sight of land soon

Fly your willow branches
Wrap your body round my soul
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
There are years behind us reaching
To the place where hearts are beating
And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet
And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet