poem: ... (8/18/2014)
chadwick
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wonder
where does my mind swerve in order to be?
her's i know as a further opening longer than sky's doorway-throat
i sit here in comfortable eccentric daylight with a name
a appointment following symbols across the ages
the calling of one's star
this loving energy thriving deep inside does only one thing
the begging to be let out
unwrapped bows swung by bell towers are no more tormented
where does my mind swerve in order to be?
her's i know as a further opening longer than sky's doorway-throat
i sit here in comfortable eccentric daylight with a name
a appointment following symbols across the ages
the calling of one's star
this loving energy thriving deep inside does only one thing
the begging to be let out
unwrapped bows swung by bell towers are no more tormented
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
"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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Godfather.
"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
I'm f#$&%$g playin' load right now
Black magic chadwicked...black magic
In joyous part.