i plan on sending you and your fiancée to Maui along with your portion of the profits.
thank you for everything, dude. you have been wonderful tonight.
poetry forever,
chadwick
there's no way i can accept that.
like your military co-worker?
you will accept the expensive salami, the Maui trip, and heavy bonus, plus your usual portion.
you're a successful businessman, the juggler
but in all honesty... i miss the jeagler
btw, how is uncle trump?
Not today Sir, Probably not tomorrow.............................................. bayfront arena st. pete '94
you're finally here and I'm a mess................................................... nationwide arena columbus '10
memories like fingerprints are slowly raising.................................... first niagara center buffalo '13
another man ..... moved by sleight of hand...................................... joe louis arena detroit '14
mickeyrat got me thinking in half priced books. this weekend you could spend 13 cents and get yourself a poetry book. that's right, thirteen cents. if you never got your mitts on this before, now you can, for $0.13
i'll pay shipping someday.
uses for poetry: (in association with this book & future works)
1. muskrat bedding in slough (like the song)
2. feminine napkins (ect)
3. fire starter
4. one could stick poetry up someone's ass (fat or a circumference that is small)
5. black mamba's enjoy a good licking :evil:
6. eyed is missing (probably out back writing in the mountainous, bear infested place he calls home)
7.
I recently found out about this book, and just received it in the mail the other day. I look forward to reading it. (I have already read a few of them and it's good stuff). Good job Chadwick! :thumbup: Nicely done.
I recently found out about this book, and just received it in the mail the other day. I look forward to reading it. (I have already read a few of them and it's good stuff). Good job Chadwick! :thumbup: Nicely done.
nicely done, embleve. you are fanfrickintabulous. i thank you. my spiritual guides and my mom's dog stadow man thank you. we all frickin thank you like nobody's business. if i could hug you through the computer screen here i would do just that. then i'd slap the hell out of you for not getting my book 17 years ago. :nono:
enjoy... and may that pile of mulch in your flower garden shovel itself around so you don't have to
thank you....................
edit... wait. i don't hurt girls. instead, i'll throw jello at you. thank you for reading and supporting my work.
I recently found out about this book, and just received it in the mail the other day. I look forward to reading it. (I have already read a few of them and it's good stuff). Good job Chadwick! :thumbup: Nicely done.
nicely done, embleve. you are fanfrickintabulous. i thank you. my spiritual guides and my mom's dog stadow man thank you. we all frickin thank you like nobody's business. if i could hug you through the computer screen here i would do just that. then i'd slap the hell out of you for not getting my book 17 years ago. :nono:
enjoy... and may that pile of mulch in your flower garden shovel itself around so you don't have to
thank you....................
edit... wait. i don't hurt girls. instead, i'll throw jello at you. thank you for reading and supporting my work.
I'm still waiting for the mulch to shovel itself. It's lazy.
And jello's good.
today i got yet another whopping royalties check
at $1.71 i am on the edge of my chair
these are never cashed but more like misplaced after the amazement wears off
i've had a few & they've gone missing
perhaps the storage shed holds the answer
i will say in years past their checks were prettier than today's
what the frig?
it just dawned on me, i might-should frame the thing, yes/no?
today i got yet another whopping royalties check
at $1.71 i am on the edge of my chair
these are never cashed but more like misplaced after the amazement wears off
i've had a few & they've gone missing
perhaps the storage shed holds the answer
i will say in years past their checks were prettier than today's
what the frig?
it just dawned on me, i might-should frame the thing, yes/no?
make copies of the check, frame the copies, cash the checks.
$1.71 actually buys bananas or one mango or a pound of apples or nearly one sack of spinach or a avacado or some kiwi or some oranges or some fruit cocktail or a sack or croutons or some grapes or a cup of coffee
cashed the check today & made jokes with the bank teller. i then went on my way & purchased one avocado & one gourmet lollipop.
see what writing poetry can do for you? just wait until i get the ball rolling & get my act together. i'll actually be cashing in $14 checks one day. fucking A, i'm a ruthless poetic businessman
cashed the check today & made jokes with the bank teller. i then went on my way & purchased one avocado & one gourmet lollipop.
see what writing poetry can do for you? just wait until i get the ball rolling & get my act together. i'll actually be cashing in $14 checks one day. fucking A, i'm a ruthless poetic businessman
very pleased the search function is up & working. because i am a ego maniac the first search i made was about me of course. no i haven't sent off any new material to a publisher, yes i am spaced out w/ a head full of daydreams, shit & piss. yes i am a asshole w/ nearly zero direction. you might should get my poetry book anyways
how the fuck am i going to root through this box of poems, read & edit (if needed) & send out a pile of poetry? to me this is the worst concept i can think of... going over my old writings is like taking an axe to my toes. i'd rather bait a caged rabid beast w/ my face than go over my work
let's prepare ourselves maybe just a wee-bit shall we?
no... actually my editor, my chief surgeon, my badass gal & yours truly are those preparing to step off these cliffs & dive head on into the quagmire that is of my poetic works & madness pit.
i will be working extra hard... we will be working really hard to please ourselves through the toiling that is creative-writing-romance & all out craziness
currently there are several thousand poems starring us in the eyes. this is a massive undertaking with a full box of poetry, three computers full of writing - two of which are broken but can have the poetry recovered.
when all is said & done with this exact project there should be something like 12-27 books in this series. all with simple titles & series or volume numbered on them. something like this, but im no surgeon or badass gal so i really have no idea what i'm even saying about 'series or volume number'
this is not a quick & easy task. this project may take another year or two maybe longer. plus always new writing is added to some pile somewhere. i will be looking into self publishing as i have been given advice from my pal, johnny pistachio
maybe someone wants a poetry book today? see my signature? thank you
This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line. You must be the angel, I though I might never find. Was it you I heard singing, Oh while I was chasin' dreams. Driven by the wind, like the dust that blows around, And the rain fallin' down, but I never know. Got to be heaven, cause here's where the rainbow ends. If this ain't the real thing, then it's close enough to pretend. When that wind blows, when the night's about to fall. You can hear the silence call, it's a certain sort of sound, Like the rain fallin' down.
Holes in what's left of my reason, holes in the knees of my blues. Odds against me been increasin', but I'll pull through. I never could read no road map, I don't know what the weather might do. But when that rich wind whines and I see the dark star shine, I got a feeling there's no time to lose, no time to lose.
Never know now, just don't never know, no. Well it's been heaven, but even the rainbows will end. Now my sails are fillin' and the wind is willin'. And I'm as good as gone again. I'm still walkin', so I'm sure that I can dance. Just a Saint of Circumstance, just a tiger in a trance. And the rain fallin' down, well, you never know, just don't know. Listen, sure don't know what I going for, but I'm gonna go for it for sure...
Let my inspiration flow in token lines suggesting rhythm that will not forsake me till my tale is told and done
While the firelight's aglow strange shadows in the flames will grow till things we've never seen will seem familiar
Shadows of a sailor forming winds both foul and fair all swarm down in Carlisle he loved a lady many years ago
Here beside him stands a man a soldier by the looks of him who came through many fights but lost at love
While the storyteller speaks a door within the fire creaks suddenly flies open and a girl is standing there
Eyes alight with glowing hair all that fancy paints as fair she takes her fan and throws it in the lion's den
"Which of you to gain me, tell will risk uncertain pains of Hell? I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance"
The sailor gave at least a try the soldier being much too wise strategy was his strength and not disaster
The sailor coming out again the lady fairly lept at him that's how it stands today you decide if he was wise
The storyteller makes no choice soon you will not hear his voice his job is to shed light and not to master
Since the end is never told we pay the teller off in gold in hopes he will come back but he cannot be bought or sold
terrapin station: terrapin station
Inspiration, move me brightly light the song with sense and color, hold away despair More than this I will not ask faced with mysteries dark and vast statements just seem vain at last some rise, some fall, some climb to get to Terrapin
Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright: the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, From the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune
Terrapin Station in the shadow of the moon Terrapin Station and I know we'll be there soon
Terrapin - I can't figure out Terrapin - if it's an end or the beginning Terrapin - but the train's got its brakes on and the whistle is screaming: TERRAPIN (i've got a terrapin station tshirt that shows this scene...turtles counting stars by candlelight)
if the dead can not inspire one to be creative, i believe one is already dead also, if there is something going on after this life, i want to be jerry's friend he's only the fucking best... fuck!!!
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donald trump is great. we're watching the game over at ivanka's penthouse tonight. she will be wearing this:
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Not today Sir, Probably not tomorrow.............................................. bayfront arena st. pete '94
you're finally here and I'm a mess................................................... nationwide arena columbus '10
memories like fingerprints are slowly raising.................................... first niagara center buffalo '13
another man ..... moved by sleight of hand...................................... joe louis arena detroit '14
Send my credentials to the house of detention
i'll pay shipping someday.
uses for poetry: (in association with this book & future works)
1. muskrat bedding in slough (like the song)
2. feminine napkins (ect)
3. fire starter
4. one could stick poetry up someone's ass (fat or a circumference that is small)
5. black mamba's enjoy a good licking :evil:
6. eyed is missing (probably out back writing in the mountainous, bear infested place he calls home)
7.
accepting pms...
"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
enjoy... and may that pile of mulch in your flower garden shovel itself around so you don't have to
thank you....................
edit... wait. i don't hurt girls. instead, i'll throw jello at you. thank you for reading and supporting my work.
"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
I'm still waiting for the mulch to shovel itself. It's lazy.
And jello's good.
I would like to order three more please.
at $1.71 i am on the edge of my chair
these are never cashed but more like misplaced after the amazement wears off
i've had a few & they've gone missing
perhaps the storage shed holds the answer
i will say in years past their checks were prettier than today's
what the frig?
it just dawned on me, i might-should frame the thing, yes/no?
"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
make copies of the check, frame the copies, cash the checks.
invest the checks into Vanguard 500 Index Fund
storage shed? why, that's no way to treat royalty
$1.71 actually buys bananas or one mango or a pound of apples or nearly one sack of spinach or a avacado or some kiwi or some oranges or some fruit cocktail or a sack or croutons or some grapes or a cup of coffee
"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
see what writing poetry can do for you? just wait until i get the ball rolling & get my act together. i'll actually be cashing in $14 checks one day. fucking A, i'm a ruthless poetic businessman
saudi prince, al-waleed, has nothing on me.
"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
"original gourmet" lollipops
http://hardwaredistributors.com/sm-lpop ... 7AodMhIADw
"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
no i haven't sent off any new material to a publisher, yes i am spaced out w/ a head full of daydreams, shit & piss. yes i am a asshole w/ nearly zero direction. you might should get my poetry book anyways
"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
no... actually my editor, my chief surgeon, my badass gal & yours truly are those preparing to step off these cliffs & dive head on into the quagmire that is of my poetic works & madness pit.
i will be working extra hard... we will be working really hard to please ourselves through the toiling that is creative-writing-romance & all out craziness
currently there are several thousand poems starring us in the eyes. this is a massive undertaking with a full box of poetry, three computers full of writing - two of which are broken but can have the poetry recovered.
when all is said & done with this exact project there should be something like 12-27 books in this series. all with simple titles & series or volume numbered on them. something like this, but im no surgeon or badass gal so i really have no idea what i'm even saying about 'series or volume number'
this is not a quick & easy task. this project may take another year or two maybe longer. plus always new writing is added to some pile somewhere. i will be looking into self publishing as i have been given advice from my pal, johnny pistachio
maybe someone wants a poetry book today? see my signature? thank you
"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
You must be the angel, I though I might never find.
Was it you I heard singing, Oh while I was chasin' dreams.
Driven by the wind, like the dust that blows around,
And the rain fallin' down, but I never know.
Got to be heaven, cause here's where the rainbow ends.
If this ain't the real thing, then it's close enough to pretend.
When that wind blows, when the night's about to fall.
You can hear the silence call, it's a certain sort of sound,
Like the rain fallin' down.
Holes in what's left of my reason, holes in the knees of my blues.
Odds against me been increasin', but I'll pull through.
I never could read no road map, I don't know what the weather might do.
But when that rich wind whines and I see the dark star shine,
I got a feeling there's no time to lose, no time to lose.
Never know now, just don't never know, no.
Well it's been heaven, but even the rainbows will end.
Now my sails are fillin' and the wind is willin'.
And I'm as good as gone again.
I'm still walkin', so I'm sure that I can dance.
Just a Saint of Circumstance, just a tiger in a trance.
And the rain fallin' down, well, you never know, just don't know.
Listen, sure don't know what I going for, but I'm gonna go for it for sure...
Let my inspiration flow
in token lines suggesting rhythm
that will not forsake me
till my tale is told and done
While the firelight's aglow
strange shadows in the flames will grow
till things we've never seen
will seem familiar
Shadows of a sailor forming
winds both foul and fair all swarm
down in Carlisle he loved a lady
many years ago
Here beside him stands a man
a soldier by the looks of him
who came through many fights
but lost at love
While the storyteller speaks
a door within the fire creaks
suddenly flies open
and a girl is standing there
Eyes alight with glowing hair
all that fancy paints as fair
she takes her fan and throws it
in the lion's den
"Which of you to gain me, tell
will risk uncertain pains of Hell?
I will not forgive you
if you will not take the chance"
The sailor gave at least a try
the soldier being much too wise
strategy was his strength
and not disaster
The sailor coming out again
the lady fairly lept at him
that's how it stands today
you decide if he was wise
The storyteller makes no choice
soon you will not hear his voice
his job is to shed light
and not to master
Since the end is never told
we pay the teller off in gold
in hopes he will come back
but he cannot be bought or sold
terrapin station: terrapin station
Inspiration, move me brightly
light the song with sense and color,
hold away despair
More than this I will not ask
faced with mysteries dark and vast
statements just seem vain at last
some rise, some fall, some climb
to get to Terrapin
Counting stars by candlelight
all are dim but one is bright:
the spiral light of Venus
rising first and shining best,
From the northwest corner
of a brand-new crescent moon
crickets and cicadas sing
a rare and different tune
Terrapin Station
in the shadow of the moon
Terrapin Station
and I know we'll be there soon
Terrapin - I can't figure out
Terrapin - if it's an end or the beginning
Terrapin - but the train's got its brakes on
and the whistle is screaming: TERRAPIN
(i've got a terrapin station tshirt that shows this scene...turtles counting stars by candlelight)
if the dead can not inspire one to be creative, i believe one is already dead
also, if there is something going on after this life, i want to be jerry's friend
he's only the fucking best...
fuck!!!
"i wish i was a headlight on a north bound train
i wish i was a headlight on a north bound train
i'd shine my light through the cool colorado rain"
"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