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not the end (part I)

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
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close my casket
pull the plug to the sea
please kiss what were our dreams
just allow me to rest beneath what are now all your seasons

gather those old playing cards
shuffle the deck
cut away from everything
in time collect yourself
all the months later have slipped away

your tired eyes open like the cold earth
you are still my heart (now turning over as dust)
even in this death
i was just gone well before

you will grow little colors across the yard
along sidewalks your songs do not coast alone
if you listen you will
as earth's ceiling lights your face warm
you'll know our goodnights were always true

i have no more you
you have not flown quite yet
meander across all your daydreams
your nights a fullmoon always
however you desire things to be
my queen

& now my eyes wider than ever
finally all the answers
all questions have been put to rest
fulfilled yet starving
seperated by breathing or not
a small flock of birds just flew your way
they come visit
everyday













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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  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    brilliant
  • gimmesometruth27gimmesometruth27 Posts: 23,303
    this is great work chad!

    i just got chills reading that.
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    nice
    thank you
    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, this one is excellent.
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  • vogonpoetbythelakevogonpoetbythelake Posts: 2,146
    Un - dying love in exquisite expression makes me read this one over and over again, takes me to the heights and depths of (unrequited perhaps) love, I thank you Chadwick for proffering this poem
  • SD48277SD48277 Posts: 12,243
    I agree with Rollings: brilliant.
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    thank you, all of you.
    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
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    edited August 2019
     I mean, who writes like this?
    Post edited by rollings on
  • mickeyratmickeyrat Posts: 38,547
    yes ,who indeed.

    "no one sings like you anymore......"
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  • hedonisthedonist Posts: 24,524
    rollings said:
     I mean, who writes like this?
    This gave me a tear.  I always felt him in his writing, no matter how wordy or concise.
  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,012
    What a marvelous way with words.  This is so sweet and sorrowful.  I will miss his crazy brilliant self and mind. 
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













  • vogonpoetbythelakevogonpoetbythelake Posts: 2,146
    Thank you for sharing this as well as the others again...techno challenged here...I do have it printed out packed up in moving boxes at the moment...brilliant to reread again and again....
  • Gern BlanstenGern Blansten Posts: 20,223
    good stuff...
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  • F Me In The BrainF Me In The Brain Posts: 31,260
    Every small flock of birds that flies my way.....
    The love he receives is the love that is saved
  • OffSheGoes35OffSheGoes35 Posts: 3,514
    "meander across all your daydreams
    your nights a fullmoon always
    however you desire things to be
    my queen"

    This is my favorite part. I love that he seems to be saying that until you come back together, he wants you to worship you. That is a truly loving way to think. Reading that passage, helps me to understand why you spoke of the importance of carrying on his legacy of love, rollings.
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    OffSheGoes35 said:
    "meander across all your daydreams
    your nights a fullmoon always
    however you desire things to be
    my queen"

    This is my favorite part. I love that he seems to be saying that until you come back together, he wants you to worship you. That is a truly loving way to think. Reading that passage, helps me to understand why you spoke of the importance of carrying on his legacy of love, rollings.

    chadwick said:
    close my casket pull the plug to the sea please kiss what were our dreams just allow me to rest beneath what are now all your seasons gather those old playing cards shuffle the deck cut away from everything in time collect yourself all the months later have slipped away your tired eyes open like the cold earth you are still my heart (now turning over as dust) even in this death i was just gone well before you will grow little colors across the yard along sidewalks your songs do not coast alone if you listen you will as earth's ceiling lights your face warm you'll know our goodnights were always true i have no more you you have not flown quite yet meander across all your daydreams your nights a fullmoon always however you desire things to be my queen & now my eyes wider than ever finally all the answers all questions have been put to rest fulfilled yet starving seperated by breathing or not a small flock of birds just flew your way they come visit everyday
    What a nice thing for you to perceive and say .  Thank you for that 
  • OffSheGoes35OffSheGoes35 Posts: 3,514
    You're most welcome. Moon people need to stick together. :)
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    :lucky:
  • hedonisthedonist Posts: 24,524
    :hug:
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