poem - going near through further (part I)

chadwick

to bring sunshine layed upon this traveling spring
fresh air handed down from branches
up there sky-heart-beating-clouds
her grace a simple fountain

she would go & i would follow
soon cliffs are more still than countless ages
in down there she took me home
ocean's floor up & down all around
but as intuition where our speck of light
chose immediate consciousness
is her beautiful

in this circular rhythmic achievement
sunbelt seashells like birds flowing as floating waves
crying through the night evermore
seeing her stars planted far
for the first time
each surrounding moontides
where we become whole

OMGkatwoman

That's Beautiful!

rollings

beautiful

brianlux

Marvelous, Sir Chadwick. A really fine poem.

chadwick

thanks, folks

i been lacking the actual act of writing. i see it, feel it & am it but somehow the work of producing written lines escapes me nowadays moreso than ever. i still feel it all the same but the task is scrammbled up eggs like a ADHD kid off his ritalin

i do think me taking my ADHD meds agai n is fucking me over in the realms of being creative in the writing department but at the same time those meds are saving my life from complete disaster which i've lived with since forever ago

balance my life so i'm not a circus act tight rope walker in a small car with 14 other jokers or eat my head-meds & be a good little boy

think i'll sharpen my pencil done to nothing, be late for morning swimming & break out mr & mrs. dictionary, drink a few bottles of wine, eat some buds, find some fun pills & get super stupid a bit for awhile

i've tried saving my own self a million times. after awhile each round is harder at bleeding & saving myself is like climbing a giant swelling ocean with a bicycle strapped to your face

wave yourself byebye
& so he broke out the drugs & alcohol abuse poetry
weird how drugs & alcohol have me functioning like a well oiled machine. i think most ppl get all fuckered up & pass out. i write poetry & pace my house hyper as a spring chicken

to be honest i willdo none of these drug & alcohol things today as far as i can tell. but it does give relief to type this crap out of my system. where's jim when you need him?

chadwick

wish i had machete or maquahuitl
some say destroying things is not helping one be enlightened
aren't we individual?
for me, breaking things is fun
so why not smash the old stove to pieces with a sledge hammer & axe?
the car that isn't running - windshield vs' brick collection
wish i had machete or maquahuitl

if i owned ferrari
i haul cowshit with it
drive mud in it
jump ditches & plow fences

when you do not care
this is as it is
machete or maquahuitl

justam

Chadwick, you're an inspiration to all of us. You have so many images and words buzzing around in that head of yours.

Relax and be nice to yourself and I'm sure you'll get back to pouring 'em out.

chadwick

painfulhead

been thinking on what to say here & i come up with nothing much other than thank you. my problem is others see me differently than i see myself. is this normal stuff for us all?

a self-destructive ass who's normally lost in thought, daydream or visions of whatnot

silence is crushing hammers like battering ram on fortress that had already turned to ruin
so banging carries on somehow silent as feather until falling apart
this the fragile hourglass