norse

chadwick

when i take her hand
& hold her snowy breasts warm against the vines in my hair
opening are the skies & those high above great halls
all our ancestors holding banners with running over goblets splashing about
a once messy battle field below has been years removed blood stained with violence
screaming is still heard from the hollows

ships endless in numbers crossed open seas
her hair still calling with wind & gull
the queen of war grinds bear bone & sings grandfather songs
skelatal dust mixed in chants with minerals
soon a blade pounds out
has been hardened

bear bone dust for strength & earthy ways
with grandfather knowledge & courage
soon all stars above guide
we will sleep in dirt
love in furs
burn everything to the ground
remove life from enemy
power hunger as sharp as a razor
the only way

paint our nude bodies blue
march in
they will run
many will fight
they all will die
the axe says so
this is blunt
this is good

we'll bathe between life & death
love under what are our heavens
feast on hog
drink their grapes
enslaved... even the forests
black & deep as if a sea covered in berry bushes
gave thorn to our sides

chadwick

take your sleeping visions
cast them all inside trees
before long a sunrise
here are your ships
blades are run through
bursting sparks flicker & die from torches
inevitable will be lord
endurance begs like a wild dog
nothing could be better
thundering drums under sails

chadwick

there is a unseen rage
unheard blazing up & down the spinal cord
simple breathing is the volcano flexing, rocking
songbirds blow rattling canopies through forests
moss spreads across doom under flame
the good morning sun has risen making no fucking noise

the party has begun
the undying broken gather at war tables
here feelings of greatness are filled with menacing air
to be all that we are is as always collected as a whole
one is not alive
hesitant does not the sea
bleeding is good as closeness to the dying or knowing yourself

only painful
the true guide
look at how those beautiful flowers are soon dying
pick one for the woman
before it's too late

Jason78

Yes man. Yes.

Godfather.

I just watched a reel of time as read your poem and it is awesome !

Godfather.

chadwick

smoldering morning began long before we had
the opened earth dying gray & lying still
no breathing all lungs were left open & stale to it
not any eyes saw better
anything was nothing everything nowhere
everlasting torn tendons & rotten ligaments have fallen from where sunshine used to be

the balance between the starvation of a single buzzard & loneliness
rings this morning's forgotten bell steeple (paint is chipping)
most eyes closed as filthy pillows disagree the lines crawled forth
now down dying against dried up spent forests
a misplaced dream here & there
another completely different couple grains of time sand

Godfather.

chadwick said:

smoldering morning began long before we had
the opened earth dying gray & lying still
no breathing all lungs were left open & stale to it
not any eyes saw better
anything was nothing everything nowhere
everlasting torn tendons & rotten ligaments have fallen from where sunshine used to be

the balance between the starvation of a single buzzard & loneliness
rings this morning's forgotten bell steeple (paint is chipping)
most eyes closed as filthy pillows disagree the lines crawled forth
now down dying against dried up spent forests
a misplaced dream here & there
another completely different couple grains of time sand

WOW ! I'm going to have read this a few more times then close my eyes.


Godfather.

chadwick

spirits from snow fields arriving cold
it seems thousands of drums are beating
but just a few surround loudly as lonely
no return as lost remains forever
living everyday the voice inside

cheering angels
the sound of steel strikes
round sun circling after our moon
its war dance took away the sky
fog became alive what is now inside
dense

compacted within gray ruins
elbow to elbow
skull to toe & skull to skull in mounds
broken keels now crosses & firewood
swords heated forming twists
souls exiled from each their breasts
kept away from tormenting the living this way

reddened each tide in & out
leather flowed getting cooler
life had left this place
in joy laughing falling rain remains for growing wildflowers the next springs ahead never to be seen
not for kings nor queens
the displeasure handed down all warriors
no floral scent no more
grasp cool season grass roots
rip them out
dying there

sharpen your blades
before long we all do this