Archive for March, 2010

IN ONE AND OUT

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 29, 2010 by ravenstooth
Fear in one and out the other
Ear full is listening to what’s
Near the hope one may have to
Hear when the days shout you
Appear to keep it together then
Veer into the dark chasm and
Tear up inside your shallow
Here is the time to become
Clear so you can see through
Sheer like a fountain washing
Sincere relieving doubts you
Fear-
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ISLANDS IN YOUR MIND

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 28, 2010 by ravenstooth
Vibrant, open your love kiss fuck
Hold it until we both get to suck
There is distance in your mind
Where once there was everything to find
The columns retreat the displacements
Odd cromlech encircling the enchantments
Who are these dancing dead
Are they the remains we’ve lead
By ages or by ageless some sputter like rain
This dust we assemble blackens our gyrating brain
Who is it that we must trust
Before decaying into benevolent rust
The movie will begin shortly now
Go get some goodies the curtain is about to bow
Sage smoke and in time
Islands in your mind

ZEN WOLVES

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 27, 2010 by ravenstooth
Zen wolves and the far-fetched ravine
The omens unravel in the space between
To catch a glimpse of the reckoning desire
One must place both feet into the liquid fire
The heat is a searing boil like magic abound
An interesting outlook once vision is sound
To climb aboard the wavering benevolent raft
The seer sloughs off all their content and laughs

AND THOSE FLOWERS

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 26, 2010 by ravenstooth
Surfacing and undenied
Black aching pit
And a whole shitload supplied
 
Where feeling becomes plight
As does solitary
And the fucked up insight
 
Wallowing enormous vacuum
Solar inebriation
And those flowers all bloom
 
A creature looms inside
That disgusting mind
Where is the meaning to hide
What is it you hope to find
 
Sullen and fatigue
As lost as night
Without any fucking intrigue
 
Broken dust flying
Pity shallow will
And a shitload of crying
 
Glow burnt dry
Glossed over
And those flowers grow high
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

DECUMBENT AROUSAL

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 21, 2010 by ravenstooth
Take hold the coming of the day
Can’t you remember the shadows are feared
Bliss and shallow
Her vision shakes innocent delivery
Vast tombs dressed flowers touch monsters in the flower scented arrangements
These dogwood and magnolia, hide still the monkey straddles human
Our bedside reaps like dead ghost dance
Still here we share these mindless outskirt memories
Dance now and silent the wolves
The mockery distilled moon shine humming worship
Please tease my benevolence, my boredom, my decomposing silt
Harvest the rain and timeless dissolve
Her blood soak religions and mortified spiritual sacrifice
The demons dogmen raped cities and countries
Their gold teeth and ravaged dead
A silent piano cheers burnt enigmas
Did you seek out stranger nightmares before you wept in angry bed whore
The mountains slew hardon bird flight
The cards of war pragmatic as lifeless chrome
American or are we foreign
Where are our eyes seeing the dust bellow freedom
After tasting the longevity our royal seduction is abandon
Fog, hair, bright flowing armor, her aura magnified my spectral
Did you say you were magic
Perhaps we saw luxuriant stars and forgotten echos
I will never, not til you, that I’ve been
Maneuvering the friend and newer stranger
We rise in decumbent arousal
Our Indian comes equiped with fierce resolve
Confusion outward dissolutions where cross-country transitions become second-hand
Hey- where you going?  To the other side of forming
My lips are hungry-  Could you guide me to our morning
OOOooo… Finally getting fuck ships and shit officials
Here come the yesterday begotten in the wild overtones and decisions
Masks are swift and quick
We shout at the clouds
And spin til we’re sick
Words become our liquid brick
I’d rather be a birdman
Jim can be the wordman
We roll into the triumph sour fortress parched sympathy
Heavens stark hump forest
We’ll roll roll roll until we become whole
Ache out the storms divide the sorry impasse
Our cold lash howl in madness wish
Passionate lady give up your vows
Fuck my pity
Right now
The end is always near until they turn out the light
Lions in the retreat groaning
Cars in the heat droning
Eyes under the water sleeping
Pile directions in the wild weeping
Direction and frozen all gift in absorbed beasts
Each connection comes once and granted we succumb to its impulse
Rain falls heavy as the road levels its calm reason
Phone calls fathoms apparel to listen thrown crow calls
Wasted in line merging rhythm, merging wonder, merging progress
Let’s exist in trees slaughtered by TV
Over the hill the moon stretches dire realms in dining fury
Clinging to despair the pasture fumes muddied lust in life fleeing havoc and fire
Who called our bluff when truth directed what honest rules dry comfort structure
Fly unto mischief or ruined false night black blanket driven wisdom spirals
Forget or allow
Haunted regrets
No checks, know how
We listen to the greater and less tragic vicious cycle
 
 
“Awake, shake dream from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day, the day’s divinity
The first thing you see.”
 
Jim Morrison
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

IRON FORGED WROUGHT

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 20, 2010 by ravenstooth
Opened worlds of iron forged wrought
Lips are dry, eyes blink hot
I tread in pack where slow is fought
There’s only wonder to fuel my plot
 
I reach the air that time has brought
I linger in days that I wish I caught
Instead of letting strength soothe my sought
And release all the chatter in my head I thought
 
Flying before letting go
Words only sound like you know
For it’s all the past you tow
Without it, would we ever grow?
 
My eyes weep silhouettes
My mind absorbs delicate
My body creeps in its fret
My world spins awkward pirouettes

WALKING INTO A REALM

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 19, 2010 by ravenstooth
Taking a different scene
Can’t remember when I dream
Searching sanity for a scream
Wondering why
 
Break out
Sun calls out to men 
As the moon turns black
I see that the world has chased us down again
 
Walking into a realm that puts us back on a stranger day
Could be high, could be lost just the same way
 
You look at me so clearly
I touch you when you are near me
You turn your head and cry
Desperate for your reasons why
 
My fear seems to fuck my doubts away
Will my will have a chance to stay
 
Walking into a realm that puts us back on a stranger day
Could be dead, could be lost just the same way
Someone’s in the mirror
Someone’s in the mirror
That’s not me