most beautiful

an intense pleasure
?you would ask why start over
her eyes light the sun & quickly run away
she brings moonlit dreams to each & every dandelion
swearing to god upon star after star
this is her simple breath
your very own starts over
yes crying
yes bluebirds trust in her daydreams
yet perched high above her eyelids
after curtains have their drawstrings worked (we all roost)
& i am sorry i am a liar
each one sounds out like this
spoken
not your tone
spoken
not your word
empty
you are mirrored
empty
you are without
but she still has butterfly likenesses
you will admire her center
her tips glisten from flower to twig
she only smiles
no words
she has not moved far but is pleasing everything into softness
these her steps
here comes the light
i'll again just sit here with tears
my fuckup's today
yesterday's dust
tomorrow's my own flesh's canyon of sin
hate of self
screaming vultures have no guts like this
i eat each one
somehow she's still in perfection
if you look hard enough between those ferns & two fawns
you'll see that waterfall & my divine child
she saves me from my own hand
it is a thousand years of stars at work
over a million years suffer
still she stands fast
most times i'll curl up in a pile & go away awhile
"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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chad this is the most beautiful poem i have heard in a very long while
know that i love your voice you are special and i remember you always please know you are loved
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Wow. Intense, buddy.
You are loved, indeed.The love he receives is the love that is saved0 -
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wake up, beautiful!
beautiful--what a funny looking word you are, wake up!
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chadwick said:
an intense pleasure
yes crying
you will admire her center
her tips glisten from flower to twig
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Everyone should read this0
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hey, thanks everyone for reading my work. i'm not the best at responding to your comments but i am grateful.
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 Perce0
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