been titled before

chadwick

this morning's shower had reminded

it is not like it ever left

let me be perfectly clear about this

there was none ever leaving

a large home

crookedly standing firm yet a lasting confusion fell about like cold bits of sky

smudged up windows would fail at hiding their meaning 

still candles went in each as inviting

but after the gates along the driveway

rotten apples now against earth's breath

they do rest in a series of events from their long travels

any spring, summer or autumn they grew & flew a wind

where young have kites

where remembering is best with a simple air

other times this all is sick together

the big house's floors creak

stairs

flat

dust is a reminder of when we reached our crest

you wore your hair a yellow like the fairgrounds at night all lit up nicely

if you remember we did have summer's feet dangling nearby

when nighttime came, the wheat - 

- the slow swaying wheat & moon became one

still these walls went where sadness builds

chipped paint

one day we'll redo that rusted wrought iron fence

we'll dream of our silver mine 

& slip while waiting out the (kitchen floor's) predicament

inevitably birdfeeders will go empty

the christmastime birdbath will freeze as still as the river's surface

it is the acrobatics underneath flowing along

that are very similar to burning candles down each night

some will starve

glow

to be continued  

 

 

   

  

  

 

      

   

justam

This one has many interesting pictures.

chadwick

thank you kindly, justam.

chadwick

eat the sun's collapse

have a dick each hand

goin to town

town's asleep

never fear

their stance is fucking bullshit

yours is sound asleep as if a worthless child lost in dream

no pillow...

leave me alone

 

 

hedonist

This poetry / of-the-self place here is like a forest to me.  Feels so nice to wander around and revel in the trees of which it's made.

Always love your words, chadwick - the thought and freedom behind them, no matter the emotions.

rollings

chadwick said:

this morning's shower had reminded

it is not like it ever left

let me be perfectly clear about this

there was none ever leaving

a large home

crookedly standing firm yet a lasting confusion fell about like cold bits of sky

smudged up windows would fail at hiding their meaning 

still candles went in each as inviting

but after the gates along the driveway

rotten apples now against earth's breath

they do rest in a series of events from their long travels

any spring, summer or autumn they grew & flew a wind

where young have kites

where remembering is best with a simple air

other times this all is sick together

the big house's floors creak

stairs

flat

dust is a reminder of when we reached our crest

you wore your hair a yellow like the fairgrounds at night all lit up nicely

if you remember we did have summer's feet dangling nearby

when nighttime came, the wheat - 

- the slow swaying wheat & moon became one

still these walls went where sadness builds

chipped paint

one day we'll redo that rusted wrought iron fence

we'll dream of our silver mine 

& slip while waiting out the (kitchen floor's) predicament

inevitably birdfeeders will go empty

the christmastime birdbath will freeze as still as the river's surface

it is the acrobatics underneath flowing along

that are very similar to burning candles down each night

some will starve

glow

to be continued  

 

 

   

  

  

 

      

   

that's beautiful

chadwick

thank you thank you