Archive for November 24, 2009

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 24, 2009 by ravenstooth
I’d give you
My words, but I’d lose a friend.
You’d be alone inside.
My words can kill.
 
I’d tell you
My words, and I’d gain a love.
You’d be thrilled inside.
My words can ignite you. 
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DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on November 24, 2009 by ravenstooth
The beginning
Shouts tales of promise
The end
Results in what we were to be
 
Winner of life
Who could it be
The loser of death
Is always free
 
The closing hour
denotes victory
The etching of love carved
In a hickory tree
 
One more memory
Another tale
Another story
One more century
 
Where it goes
Where it starts
No one knows
Where it parts
 
The beginning
Calls to searchers
The end
Bawls for what we were to be

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 24, 2009 by ravenstooth
It seems faster coming back than going
Because your mind wasn’t showing
The scenes of your life you’re always towing
It seems faster coming back that going
And there’s always something in the way
You couldn’t find the words to say
So you keep going down the hiway
It seems faster coming back than going
Just like a river that’s always flowing
And the wind that’s always blowing
It seems faster coming back than going
It doesn’t matter where you go
Your mind will always show
The pain you constantly tow
It’s faster coming back than to go

LIQUID BITCH

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 24, 2009 by ravenstooth
Shrink wrapped and foiled
Right before I’m boiled
Over the flames I go
Her coat reminded me of a time
In velvty soft lights
The frozen corn and creamy lime
We licked the spoons and glinted
Sponged the floors as they squinted
Our rooms were dusty reminders
Her hair flowed like water
The bathroom tile and porceline
Temperature fucked hotter
Limp roses lined the corridor
Hummingbirds
And lions
Amusing Scions
Dredged forth to the bright hollaring day
Ocean tides and estuaries
Her teacups all lying on the ground decay
Her smile chanted posture
Sancutaries
Impossible suggestions
Rejections