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hurting are broken butterfly wings
a dying flower
rotten teeth going hungry
even sunlight bothers
or rain's gentle showers struggle
uphill feels better
cold wind
frozen white death
buried just short of a care
where dreams do not bring pleasant
watched the butterfly no could fly
tasted the beauty of water
drowned down bottoms dark depth
a well brought up out of hand
all is fast asleep not so long ago
where flying upside down mountains
& high stars go away fast
but the clown's carnival runs slower
a dying flower
rotten teeth going hungry
even sunlight bothers
or rain's gentle showers struggle
uphill feels better
cold wind
frozen white death
buried just short of a care
where dreams do not bring pleasant
watched the butterfly no could fly
tasted the beauty of water
drowned down bottoms dark depth
a well brought up out of hand
all is fast asleep not so long ago
where flying upside down mountains
& high stars go away fast
but the clown's carnival runs slower
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
that's all i know
inside aches like a broken sea storm
?you know the feeling
the screaming vibrations from somewhere deep & far off
yet as close as your own thoughts & flesh, the hairs on it
just calm would be for please
been busted up
busted down
rolled quick, a lot of stones have fallen from the wall sat on
here decent shut eye lacks
night has no breeze
the world stale like no feeling has sprung up springtime
those are my bones & deep muscles tight as boulder fields
hard as bad dreams caught by surprise
love is alive (& doing well)
i though am not
the look of the vulture is slow
starved... half crazed
a sweaty mess dying roadside
you know... flies & maggots goin to town early & fast
at least that's the sun's version of the baking ripe stench
it is death
it is often
it is all ours
special & personal
to get there it rains
it shines
it is a dull rollercoaster
a dim lit lake fogged over
as still & as slow as grandma's old hands when not knitting
holding it all in... a powercord lasso
so heads are beat on that crumbing wall
blood is blood red
bumps are black & blue
hearts go on the tilt
it's out of hand
out of luck & out of time
time has not forgotten
every timepiece ever looked upon had pain
shadows under the sun... they hurt too
they quit runnin down deer
& so (once upon a time)
it's not beautiful below
"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