don't knock my door until you try it

walden freeman
walden freeman Posts: 511
edited June 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i used to think of sunlight as a disasterous thing
a silent alarm for the soft-sleepers
a thrift-store sales pitch we can't turn down
a magician who's lost his hat and powers

as twilight comes and i swallow pills
to keep down the swelling and dull all the aches
this is the news i don't know how to break
i take sips from the ponds that your ancestors claimed
untie my shoes but trip over my words
disappear west; write love letters home
this is why i'm still hoping to renew my hope

how'd you end up finding my face in the crowd?
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  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    walden freeman wrote:
    i used to think of sunlight as a disasterous thing
    a silent alarm for the soft-sleepers
    a thrift-store sales pitch we can't turn down
    a magician who's lost his hat and powers

    as twilight comes and i swallow pills
    to keep down the swelling and dull all the aches
    this is the news i don't know how to break
    i take sips from the ponds that your ancestors claimed
    untie my shoes but trip over my words
    disappear west; write love letters home
    this is why i'm still hoping to renew my hope

    how'd you end up finding my face in the crowd?

    in a crowed crowd swollen beyond the stone temple
    and green hedge row’s barrier
    what spewed out to me could only be your eyes
    or was it that magic you spoke of that slipped out
    of the magicians hat?
    i ask my ancestors nightly through gentle conversation
    as we sip pond tea with lemon and honey
    but they can only converse cob-webbed sarcophagi riddled with inscriptions
    of tomorrow
    i cannot hear them but to feel them

    did you think you could hide from me?
    or am I the blind fool chasing the dragon?
    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
  • pearljamgirl07
    pearljamgirl07 Posts: 792
    guys good stuff:)! chad I wanna read more from you ok? I hope you are ok kisses
    "You're the eve of my destruction in the garden of fears"
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    i had a smile grow on my mug while reading mr. freeman's poem.
    i was compelled with an over driven craving to answer his question,
    so i did.
    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

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