Instant Thoughts (add yours too if you like)

you don't have a flame
no oil burning lamp a going
all spiders busy without shadows
as the old man's music box goes
this is the beginning of the ending
which is the middle of everything unsafe

this a story of what will never be
but of what is truth to some
others to be wearing falsities and insanity
in a grand summer's rain and in length of sunny nights
days darkened by depression & early moons
sometimes coming down to soften already soft maples
like the ones in our yard

and it was during this magical season
all the school children
drunk

parties lasting all through this high point and in standing wheat swaying like a golden girl's eyes
stoned
whiskey and a strangers daydream
something like a dragon resting atop lost mountainous and cloudy cities
a region unheard of
in a mystical wind riden mile

but however cold always the sweating foreheads
the sweating arms pumping out work
pleasure or labor
this where able bodied seamen flung their catch on chance
again their young gone on alcohol
all the ice below them floating shipwrecks vast or otherwise
a pencil sketching out tulips
gray and silver
black and nothing to see

this the story of teenage lust
stolen music switching over albums
again a single beginning
someone's absolute ending of lost endings
cars collided
all metal tossed as if toy boxes tossed about
or a toy soldiers gathering
gone wrong

yet somehow days later
they were caught making out in his uncle's barn
one was married
she liked young men
her body craving touch
her damp inner upper thighs gave way
he made it home

tired, broke and happy.

i'd like to find out where i've been
where exactly i stand
where sitting myself down has lost me

i would exactly understand myself
my journey
if i were present more often when i have been

it seems unattended lanterns have been burning years
full on
yet blank eyed my reflection even when decorated
or when a knock comes to the backdoor

somehow sleep has taken my shadow
somehow dreaming has not dreamed me up
this explains why pillows dry my ears
dry my curls
and pull me to the raw earth beneath my bedtime

all i ever wanted was to look at her
smile and trade in this fashion
this would be foundation

we'd build from these simple smiles
mine
hers

but again
lost and in nowhere land
speaking lost magic
holding tree bark in my hands
crying to skyward flocks
holding my own face
the end of the line
and this realm's bright box of going and ending
start or never been
so it is taken as it is comes
birthed of hazardous
birthed of time
birthed of ending
birthed of nothing
birthed from nothing
in nothing
i am nothing from nothing
but always her or her or her or her
she or she or she or she

all sailing me
sometimes im sunk
sometimes i'm flashing with a sky so bizarre
the days unheard of and still captured
caged inside of my chest
she or she or she or she
placed the week under my chest
i have kept several years at a time filled
wrapped up tight inside my ribcage
still i am without
still i am unknown to self
still i am always early when delayed
i am late when her or her or her or her alarm clock buses me to the next stop

but when you all can actually sit or stand next to her or her or her or her
and i
you will see the next century unfold right up against your pupils
you will be beat down
covered in sweat
your whiskey flask will overflow without a moon's chance of being drank
as you say good-bye

yet her or her or her or her golden child
will child his and her very own
and as this generation builds castles
stone and brick and mortar will run low
as she or she or she or her or her
and even my actions have hesitated
we all have funerals where all of us have depleted natural resources

water has been drank
water has been poisoned
my own self used as sails
i have dumped my own fuels and waste into her or her or her
she has accepted what of my foulness
i drank
i ate of her flesh
her bone
her meaty thighs
her grossness has been eyeballs
she saw my perfection before i ever stood among other men

i have wasted years puking up men
mushrooms have grown at my simple feet
all of them tired
bored
and hesitative to their own celebration of life
this is not untrue

we all have tried to be true
she or she or she or she have tangled with tigers
tangled with my own screams of horror
we have all tangled with ourselves
i have eaten souls
she or she or she or she have taken my bones
taken my toes
ran with my broken down self
somehow they were quickened by my remains
somehow they outlasted the sheriff & her deputies
somehow the blast was my dignity
somehow her or her or her or her fashion is mine

she'll or she'll or she'll or she'll wear my friend
my skins
my cushioned
my flannel
my pretty my pretty my pretty my pretty
all to us strangers in red caps
they delivered us all to idling a train
the thick diesel smoke
the thick air
this pollution next to the lake where i am
where her or her or her or her or her
or she or she or she or she
have faced west
northbound
eastward southbound
the sunrise confusioned ours
the sunfell blinded ours
moons ago could not recall living
moons ago could not recall living as our door
moons ago could not recall living ours as many
moons ago recall living doors as our and as many
this the backs of our skulls
and with a bright uneducated observation
one should assume orgasm after delivered orgasm after and during thrusting lean moonlight slivers of silver
balance themselves on her back or her back or her breasts or her breasts or her hair or hair eyelashes or her or she will have arms around my neck
she will have entangled with me
all the while i
all the while i
all the while i
the lopsided gentleman and listener of earth
has caved into one final solid empty pile
and given it away

I understand the need to clear out some space. Maybe it's not physical space, but it's space for imagination?

chadwick wrote:

i'd like to find out where i've been
where exactly i stand
where sitting myself down has lost me

i would exactly understand myself
my journey
if i were present more often when i have been

it seems unattended lanterns have been burning years
full on
yet blank eyed my reflection even when decorated
or when a knock comes to the backdoor

somehow sleep has taken my shadow
somehow dreaming has not dreamed me up
this explains why pillows dry my ears
dry my curls
and pull me to the raw earth beneath my bedtime

all i ever wanted was to look at her
smile and trade in this fashion
this would be foundation

we'd build from these simple smiles
mine
hers

but again
lost and in nowhere land
speaking lost magic
holding tree bark in my hands
crying to skyward flocks
holding my own face
the end of the line
and this realm's bright box of going and ending
start or never been
so it is taken as it is comes
birthed of hazardous
birthed of time
birthed of ending
birthed of nothing
birthed from nothing
in nothing
i am nothing from nothing
but always her or her or her or her
she or she or she or she

all sailing me
sometimes im sunk
sometimes i'm flashing with a sky so bizarre
the days unheard of and still captured
caged inside of my chest
she or she or she or she
placed the week under my chest
i have kept several years at a time filled
wrapped up tight inside my ribcage
still i am without
still i am unknown to self
still i am always early when delayed
i am late when her or her or her or her alarm clock buses me to the next stop

but when you all can actually sit or stand next to her or her or her or her
and i
you will see the next century unfold right up against your pupils
you will be beat down
covered in sweat
your whiskey flask will overflow without a moon's chance of being drank
as you say good-bye

yet her or her or her or her golden child
will child his and her very own
and as this generation builds castles
stone and brick and mortar will run low
as she or she or she or her or her
and even my actions have hesitated
we all have funerals where all of us have depleted natural resources

water has been drank
water has been poisoned
my own self used as sails
i have dumped my own fuels and waste into her or her or her
she has accepted what of my foulness
i drank
i ate of her flesh
her bone
her meaty thighs
her grossness has been eyeballs
she saw my perfection before i ever stood among other men

i have wasted years puking up men
mushrooms have grown at my simple feet
all of them tired
bored
and hesitative to their own celebration of life
this is not untrue

we all have tried to be true
she or she or she or she have tangled with tigers
tangled with my own screams of horror
we have all tangled with ourselves
i have eaten souls
she or she or she or she have taken my bones
taken my toes
ran with my broken down self
somehow they were quickened by my remains
somehow they outlasted the sheriff & her deputies
somehow the blast was my dignity
somehow her or her or her or her fashion is mine

she'll or she'll or she'll or she'll wear my friend
my skins
my cushioned
my flannel
my pretty my pretty my pretty my pretty
all to us strangers in red caps
they delivered us all to idling a train
the thick diesel smoke
the thick air
this pollution next to the lake where i am
where her or her or her or her or her
or she or she or she or she
have faced west
northbound
eastward southbound
the sunrise confusioned ours
the sunfell blinded ours
moons ago could not recall living
moons ago could not recall living as our door
moons ago could not recall living ours as many
moons ago recall living doors as our and as many
this the backs of our skulls
and with a bright uneducated observation
one should assume orgasm after delivered orgasm after and during thrusting lean moonlight slivers of silver
balance themselves on her back or her back or her breasts or her breasts or her hair or hair eyelashes or her or she will have arms around my neck
she will have entangled with me
all the while i
all the while i
all the while i
the lopsided gentleman and listener of earth
has caved into one final solid empty pile
and given it away

Hymn or Hymn or Hymn
Rest
Assured
That she or she or she or her or her or her
Feels the same way as he or he or he or him or him or him too
Thanks for sharing and taking turns with the word

amarti ....

Mi piace vederti sorridere e sapere che mi ha causato il tuo sorriso ...
Mi piace vederti felice, sapendo che io sono parte della tua felicità ...
Mi piace guardarti negli occhi e vedere il tuo amore per me ....
Amo la musica che ascoltate e ascolto a voi come si canta...

-

The only calmness felt
is within the sea of
the words spoken
from your blue eyes

maybe it was
your presence
I could feel
but didn't see