poetry in the dark
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all holy the glow
says to me it pulled me
through its colors orange, black
tinged the whitish off of you
plank
sits the edge of what wonderful
saying
anything mind would taste and kind
anything you wanted
half to me half to you
middle the part that has had me in golden tatters
fine the seamstress would sew
union to feel just the one
outer space its ransom captive
swirling pool of part forest, part night, part blonde, part big, part boyish, part deep, part effervescent, part parting, part dreaming, part feeling, part buoyant, part childhood, part fleeting, part chalking, part mortar, part book, part stance, part song, part can I to this to poetry? (part the night is long)
exactly half of this
but the other half would it take a dive there?
would I dream I died there?
would I go on
would
says to me it pulled me
through its colors orange, black
tinged the whitish off of you
plank
sits the edge of what wonderful
saying
anything mind would taste and kind
anything you wanted
half to me half to you
middle the part that has had me in golden tatters
fine the seamstress would sew
union to feel just the one
outer space its ransom captive
swirling pool of part forest, part night, part blonde, part big, part boyish, part deep, part effervescent, part parting, part dreaming, part feeling, part buoyant, part childhood, part fleeting, part chalking, part mortar, part book, part stance, part song, part can I to this to poetry? (part the night is long)
exactly half of this
but the other half would it take a dive there?
would I dream I died there?
would I go on
would
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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
darkness lives
it surrounds our desks
a few flames flicker
we crave a decent creative thought
the moons always howl at these hours
the thing is...
"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
chiseling sideways
and I just don't wanna be
If it were up to me
I'd be
a bird
a musical note
a fucking lady
traveling to yesterday
staffed pole
I'd conshohocken
ricketts glen
and you would understand me
"but the other half would it take a dive there?
would I dream I died there?
would I go on"
wow ! this whole piece is amazing and this last verse just opened a whole other door
to take meaning and imagination to wild far away places. awesome Rollings !
Godfather.
as it climbs and it swirls once around me
as if nakedly or vulnerably
it consumes while it fills and surrounds me
as weak as me, 'course I take it and we
jump the boat, move right in
aww, just happy
and I look through these eyes
pull it in from outside
like I'm dreaming
it's seasick
how sometimes thinking
makes it real
I listen and I'm lost
my whole life
a piece of time and confusion
this don't make it go away
the edge point of each page
is not night
but the whole other side
what with the wind song gone all
the sudden realization
that until my sister comes home
they’ll be frogs on the line
this is going to take some time
the gong of really really cold air
an unwilling cactus
where I can put down my feet
this should be it deservedly
doors swing open toward me on the right
I crawl up the disappearing legs of night
the irony that meets up in blood
falls into the mask's night
the peaceful age of giving it all up
and the ridiculous window for a wall that it makes
"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
forever tearing
forever ripping what isn't right
what isn't supposed to be
perhaps what your heart says
could be that you're just hearing it wrong
great stakes I had to
frame if I could such sounds and textures
don't want to sleep now
don't want to waken
not when we can sail flat through
I will always ring it back to you
what is started, whatever it is you saw to be planted
whatever it is all alone or Decembre
the carnival sea curses fall, forest, fall
deep freezes the lake is really a carcass
seeds or mothballs
lace or ghosts
what you hold high is from where it I fall
it's in there
I
encumber whatever it is 'cause I know you
so when it's Christmas
or when the moon sails all the way across the sky and we just sit too and watch it
or when time drips stalled pools into our eyes
or any glorious Sunday
this is the time that you will most find frost fallen on the inside of opened doors
or closets
this is when kitchens wet or dry become orange and dancing
this is when stillness becomes nighttime and nighttime barks like hinge
low or high there is only one moon beam
it's just the angles from which we see it that change
Godfather.
bomb
dropped to way
down
like a basket of hell and
heart you
tell me the sound
when your
bird calls
tell me the sound of a bird shit call.
why do you look & act so familiar?
tell me about your demons go
1-2-3-4-5
How'd my day go?
1-2-5
yours and yours oh and mine
what one alligator
two measly all the whiles
tell me. listen.
sounds familiar like when you
spell like math and rain
cotton that's come by a spider's strain
milking silk just to tell you, baby
it's not in vain
I have become so used to
what is
when presented with
what was I imagined
I can't believe what I
used to think was beyond
yet
what could have been actually
is
ninety-five times each day I scower the floor
sometimes I look out the window
sometimes I go out the door
sometimes the wings come and laugh
at me, going and leaving me in tears
sometimes I could barely touch the
hot plate
today it remains the very same way
you avoid touching hot
it wets your pores
it burns like woven fingerprints
just to touch it once sends a
heat wave emblazoning
all the moments scorched
against my walls
that spiraling hot I always
hesitated to I still do
it takes only one dip to
refreshen the pool
yesterday I couldn't even imagine yesterday