Archive for November, 2009

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 29, 2009 by ravenstooth
DECISIONS:
 
Decisions are sometime hard to make,
Wondering whether to give or take.
The one you choose may not be right,
Because you lose, you try to fight.
The pressure is what you fear,
For the answer you give is always near.
Yes or no is all they ask,
When the question is out do you take the task.
You’re on the spot and you’re so confused,
The thoughts through your mind have been abused.
So take a breath before you tell,
The thoughts in your head are ringing like a bell.
It only takes a second or two or three,
To figure out what the verdict is going to be.
And when it’s out in the open at last,
The bells stop ringing, your decision has past.
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DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 28, 2009 by ravenstooth
THE OMEN:
 
Aha, aha ha
My wonderful,
Precious gifts are found inside;
You speak with fantasy,
And  can see the eagle’s pronouncing glide.
 
Aha, aha
My lost soul,
Empty minded luxuries gone;
I toss vocabulary,
And ride upon a silhouette of a swan.
 
Aha, ah
My simplicity,
Eager to touch your intent;
I’ll remember wisdom,
And hold it until I’m unbent.
 
Aha,
My creature,
Only you have the fear;
Caress my lament,
And let love be as sincere.
 
Ah,
My inspiration,
You devoured all of life’s malice;
I wish you well,
And may we always seek freedom’s palace.
 
 

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 28, 2009 by ravenstooth
A gun ready to fire; is like love
A knife willing to cut; is like love
A noose promising to hang; is like love
A girl wanting to love is like being shot, stabbed, or slung
 
Love is like a rose
Or a sunrise
Love is like a newborn
With beautiful blue eyes
Love is like the smell of rain
Or autumn
Love is like the ocean
Even at the bottom

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 28, 2009 by ravenstooth
Thoughts uncover
Thoughts are told
Thoughts discover
Thoughts are sold
 
In the residue of our mind
Our thoughts relish the quicksand of time
Do we repeat or do we rewind
The thoughts that we have yet to find
 
Thoughts collide
Thoughts are gifts
Thoughts decided
Thoughts are swift
 
Turn circles and twist lines
Our thoughts have no meaning even in a bind
Look around and see the signs
Don’t think of anything or you’ll go blind
 
Thoughts die
Thoughts are empty
Thoughts reply
Thoughts are plenty

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 27, 2009 by ravenstooth
TO A PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS:
 
To a pursuit of happiness
I love to feel
The sanction of gratitude
The feeling is real
 
I’ve cojured my thoughts
And threw away the plain
The journeys I’ve fought
Never remain
 
To be the one
To see the gods
I must live to be free
And see through the odds
 
Destined to joy
A determining sight
To wake up sane
And sleep at night
 
Travels I’ve read
Books I’ve walked
I hear a voice
When nobody talked
 
Peace…
 
 
 
 
 

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on November 27, 2009 by ravenstooth
Fingers are sweating,
Skin looks bitten.
Secluded in sorrow,
From verse yet written.
 
Aging face,
My eyes see treasures.
A poem for Earth’s
Infinite pleasures.
 
Hear the mystery,
Touch of fire.
Enchanted sonnets,
For all to admire.
 
Legends to live for,
Visions to see.
The verve is fear,
In poetry.

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 25, 2009 by ravenstooth
Eagle catches air; glides in tune
Fluttering each feather in his beautiful plume
I’m so sad to have to stand and stare
For I can’t fly, I know it’s unfair
Talking, saying hello, good day or like wise
The world is organic then it dies
Perished, polished, unfamilar dreams
Twinkled time takes the place of screams
So I ask the eagle when he lands on my shoulder
What is it like to soar over this boulder
He replies with a shine in his eye
There’s more to life than being able to fly
If you’d like, just give it a try