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chadwick
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another open sun after night flew away
rising different always like today
her empty garden disappeared
because it never was
& like that one
no one answers the orchid far away having tears
something like a cloud falling on surf
further each day loneliess created nothing inside
oh but how treetops look locked in her prison
empty mirrors crawl orchid's length & width
of imagination as far as vastness may soar
none are giving in
all are the raindrops that strike as fists
blows to the soul
bruising finally cracked her china doll
hinges garden's gate never swung open
not to swing shut
just closed up praying with no name
not to be a song all day heard
the night cold & far from pleasant
just a few lost hands
dazed
cracked like sidewalks with so much green coming up through
a sign it'll be alright
we'll be ok
rising different always like today
her empty garden disappeared
because it never was
& like that one
no one answers the orchid far away having tears
something like a cloud falling on surf
further each day loneliess created nothing inside
oh but how treetops look locked in her prison
empty mirrors crawl orchid's length & width
of imagination as far as vastness may soar
none are giving in
all are the raindrops that strike as fists
blows to the soul
bruising finally cracked her china doll
hinges garden's gate never swung open
not to swing shut
just closed up praying with no name
not to be a song all day heard
the night cold & far from pleasant
just a few lost hands
dazed
cracked like sidewalks with so much green coming up through
a sign it'll be alright
we'll be ok
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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"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
Yin&Yang
Uma Peso
Pascienca do pensamento
O&A
Ee era pequina
Olho fillho quela nao
Sabe o Sabor...
the 5th pm conversation in my inbox was a lengthy one with Wickweed in 2014 before i let go of my membership
it was a little unsettling but more comforting
i had the enormous pleasure of seeing shows with him and rollings and visiting again just for fun how i love them
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
!
PS - vogon, you're writing like I'm feeling
Diane, if you're reading this, I think of you and chadwick often.