Go lightly with exhaustion
And use caution upon our softness and skin
Her worship the holler
A scholar whose taunts taste like the wind
All blind inside the twisted path jarred
Out there the senses seem awed
Like the sounds of laughter piled and applaud
Winters edge as tomorrow bawled
I’m lime intuitive and tangerine frost
A desert endeavor with a joke that’s lost
Hard scoured sands with a memory to toss
Where is the vacant sign surrounded by moss
This travel plan whacked out by the path
Missed in the garden the remorse and wrath
She’s like a daisy infant a willful gasp
On a twilight encounter which make us laugh
An unknown tremor as ground shale melt
She’s like granite spires with a hardness felt
A quicksand devour slick as a cats pelt
All crimson attire worn like a gold smelt
A kamikaze stew all mangled and gotten
An etiquette distraction so prose is rotten
The firestorm landed on the pages that brought him
A letter of reminder that cold turns the hot in
GO LIGHTLY
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Insight, life, Poems, poet, poetry, thoughts, travel, Visions, wisdom, words, writing on December 14, 2009 by ravenstoothLET ONE RUN
Posted in Uncategorized with tags life, love, Poems, poet, poetry, smile, thoughts, words on December 14, 2009 by ravenstoothI’ll let one run off my lip.
A thought or a slip
Of the tongue where it will come
When my mind takes a trip
And lets out the words or absurds
When my voice loosens its grip
To keep it exclusive
It may be abusive a little obtrusive
When I do, say these things to you
In hopes you’ll be elusive
When you reply toward my vie
As your voice sounds perhaps intrusive
Perhaps I could hold it in
To make your head spin
With your wonder you’ll want to uncover
All the answers within
Making you go out of your way in hopes I’ll say
In a voice that makes you grin
FAR FROM THE NETHER
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Omen, Poems, poet, poetry, power, raven, realms, spirits, Visions, words, world on December 13, 2009 by ravenstoothWatched a murder flock to the field
Partaking in some green grass and sun
While the young are out having some fun
Elders were shadowed in the forests shield
All glazed in the visual breath
A spirit gained its postural zest
Winced into the murderous guest
Showing the paths toward one’s best
The wild scattered the rookery away
All lined the limbs not far from their play
The wind shuttered its fluttering sway
One call and they flew their own way
The silence, the eerie and optative wait
The meadow will egest the murders fate
Progressed in motion into a dream like state
Until the murder calls back to resume their gait
Before glug the flock sticks together
A resin that bonds the weaves of a feather
Running off the moisture in all types of weather
Like days that are under but far from the nether
SYNTHETIC REPRIEVE
Posted in Uncategorized with tags confusions, Decisions, Fears, Human, life, Poems, poet, poetry, thoughts, writing on December 13, 2009 by ravenstoothIndulging in my synthetic reprieve
Like mustard all over your sleeve
Everything around you makes you believe
Leaping the abyss is the first step you grieve
Holding on to the moments you achieve
Is like trying to catch all the falling leaves
While pedaling on a road that’s frozen in heaves
You spill more mustard, the ketchup, the cheese
Soon you’re so far gone you can’t retrieve
So you fall… and realize, wait, you can still breath
So you get up, and take the steps toward your relieve
Now you know how your thoughts start to deceive
Then… you leave.
SIZE
Posted in Uncategorized with tags dreams, Insight, intent, night, Poems, poet, poetry, words, writing on December 12, 2009 by ravenstoothTry this on for size
Her eyes speak demon butterflies
In my compromise
I’ll seek a tighter bond with our ties
Politely positioning the borrowed brew
The delicious part of you
Lost in the action in the reaching I do
Blindly grabbing any hue
Parched my flavor with a taste not quite
As recognizable as the dream that night
I woke suddenly with the remaining sight
Of her creeping up to fulfill my aching delight
Hearing the words that speak to the heart
Not saying the ones that spark
Wondering if the playfulness may start
To shine on the path hidden in the dark
Outreached and grappling for a cause
Another reason to have a pause
To suggest the entity could reveal its claws
While gnashing it apart with voracious jaws
AXIS- JIMI
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Axis Bold As Love, Hendrix, Music, ode, Poems, poet, poetry, songs on December 11, 2009 by ravenstoothLook Up From The Skies
I just want to talk to you
If you could hear all my cries
Maybe you’re crying too
Have some Spanish Castle Magic
And hang on if you want to go
Don’t let the song interrupt our tragic
Grove it until our return says so
Maybe Wait Until Tomorrow
And I hear you say as I fade away
Sweep up the remainder of our sorrow
Take in the anticipation of a new day
Well there Ain’t No Telling
She’s trying to put my body in her brain
What is it that I’m truly selling
Is a mixed up way to see if you feel the same
Here’s her Little Wing
Well she’s walking through the clouds
And don’t mind if I sing
For it’s what my heart allows
And If 6 Were 9
If the sun refused to shine
I’d call you mine
And that would be just fine
Cause You Got Me Floatin’
Around and round
Remind me when I start gloatin’
With my desires off the ground
I have Castles Made Of Sand
Down the street you can hear her scream
Let the little brave take your hand
For this golden wing ship is not a dream
I think She’s So Fine
The sun from the clouds seeps into her eyes
I can’t release her from my mind
As reality is what I must realize
On that One Rainy Wish
Gold and rose the color of the dream I had
Like a lake without any fish
Or the ocean that stole my heart away
Hey, Hey, Little Miss Lover
Where have you been in this world for so long
I wonder what we could uncover
Don’t forget there’s still one more song
Axis Bold As Love
Anger He smiles
She’s all I think of
A rainbow for miles and miles and miles
INTO WHITE
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Poems, poetry, influence, Insight, writing, life, words, poet, power, raven on December 11, 2009 by ravenstoothGetting into a groove and innocence is rape
The possibilities become the standard bite
The giant trees weep like a fast escape
And now the return of the night
I see a shadow lingering in my pity flower
The downward spiral can also become reverse
Like when I see a sign that shouts out power
Or when it’s time to fuck with the worse
I could go on for days and watch the grass grow
A meandering posture in the window’s delight
The winter doesn’t taste like it does until the snow
And now here comes the sunlight
We were adventure in the sandstone ride
Came across some floating clouds that showered
Then midnight unleashed an everlasting tide
Even the ravens and crows became over empowered
Shot through time in this wilderness prison
Eyes in the mind, cold entranced in its plight
Arched on back as curiosity commits decision
And now they dance into white
SOME STATIC
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Poems, poetry, Fears, thoughts, life, Decisions, words, poet, intent, confusions on December 11, 2009 by ravenstoothCreating some static
It may be sporadic
At least I’m still here to say
You’re in your own mind
If you find enough time
Perhaps you could show me the way
Feel the longing for some desire
A feeling is hotter than any fire
A constant interval within my caged soul
Liquid revolver answers the door
Clenched in the memories of before
In a time when impulses were the only goal
Here comes the remaining pieces
Loose in the corners and in the creases
Lipping for the final thought without the fears
Calling out to the bitter cold
Letting the emptiness unfold
While holding back all my emotions and tears
AND STAY
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Insight, life, Poems, poet, poetry, songs, stranger, verse, verve, wisdom, words, writing on December 11, 2009 by ravenstoothAND STAY
You know I don’t want to go
But there’s still half of the show- to see…
And if you hold out your hand
It says you will understand- to me…
I’m glad that your here
I know you’ll be so sincere- to play…
And when we go out at night
We will be feeling just right-
Here is the world
Why don’t you come here
And stay
And now that it’s dawn
I hope it won’t take too long- today…
So let me kiss you good morn
Now that the sun will be born-
Here is your world
Why won’t you come here
And stay.
I feel this stranger
isn’t strange at all.
Got some wisdom
and maybe she’ll want to call.
I could go deeper
while I’m going down her road.
Perhaps I could keep her
From doing what she’s told.
THE CITY
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Poems, poetry, wisdom, Fears, writing, death, thoughts, Human, words, poet, city on December 8, 2009 by ravenstoothThe city is like a monster in a dream
A bear could devour me, I wouldn’t flinch
A man with a gun and I’m his bitch
How fear has a different face
No matter your place
It writhes inside like blood
As a candle burns its fuel
Like a river that begins to flood
Or the people we think we fool
In the city I see a monster, so I scream