Archive for Autumn

LOST IN HOUR-GLASS SANDS

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 23, 2010 by ravenstooth
The full moon
and autumn
Cool evenings return
Blankets
Thoughtless sleep
Mirrors weep
Tried to find clouds
Lost in hour-glass sands
HMM.. If only
The fall moon was
Full
Then I’d be with
You
Restless and worried
Where did the summer go
She’s gone
Trapped inside her reflection
Posture
and bottom
The full moon
and autumn
return…

IN OUR CALMING AUTUMN

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 20, 2010 by ravenstooth
Tasting your tears
Knowing your sadness holds you down
Giving you my love
My calmness creates a smile for that frown
 
Make your eyes shine
Our hearts combine
Flowing
Kissing your skin
Our love begins
Growing
 
I hold you in my arms until your sleeping
I’ll keep your smiling eyes clear from weeping
 
Feeling you breathe
Watching your chest rise up and down
You dream in peace
You make me chase that dream around
 
Fall in your sleep
Our breaths are deep
Growing
The lights go dim
Our love begins
Flowing
 
We lie there dreaming in our calming autumn
 
 
 
 

HER WORLD DREAMS

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on November 19, 2009 by ravenstooth
I saw her in the world
Then I saw her as I dreamed
She was two diferent people
Or so it seemed
 
In the world she never even looked
Not an acknowlegdement at all
The dream she held my eyes fixed on hers
Her voice was soft autumn when leaves fall
 
If our paths  should ever cross again
Perhaps she’ll want to see
That in the world or in a dream
She’ll always be fixed on me

Freakazoid Skeleton…

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on November 6, 2009 by ravenstooth

APART:
I thought that you were playing with sunshine.
I let you in and gave you my lost time.
You thought that love was waiting on downstream.
You let me in and gave me your lost dream.
We held so close to one of another.
Now it’s time to feel the blame.
We fell apart.
And we’re not the same.
 I thought that we might share the moon’s rise.
As autumn’s color peeks perfection.
We stood down at the river’s side to gaze at our reflection.
You thought that maybe the night has gone.
Just wait until the sun has slipped.
We heard the morning birds in song,
Repeating like a record skipped.
We held so close to one another
Now it’s time to feel the same.
We fell apart.
And we’re both to blame.

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Freakazoid Skeleton…

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2009 by ravenstooth

NEEDLES LONG:

I came across a pine tree forest, with needles long in green and brown.
It took some time to linger on, and once I did I heard this sound.
She flew around up high in the trees, talking to the world below.
Came on down so I could see, she landed on a branch like a crow.
I couldn’t help but watch her eyes, flickering inside my mind.
She borrowed dreams I had not dreamed, showing me that I was blind.
Mimicking the world I sought of, no more hope just a power tribe.
She took my hand and I felt love, a medium that masks a bribe.
Woven like the nest up high, I had the feeling that she would die.
I turned around to see her fly, up through the branches without reply.
I realized my dream had gone, coming too I could hear her song.
It took some time to linger on, and once it did I felt so strong.

 

Freakazoid Skeleton…

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2009 by ravenstooth
MIST:
Above the mist we rise.
Where darkest eyes are wet.
We strike with our surprise.
The things we have yet met.
 
The mist comes lurking out.
It seems to always fade.
Our faces full of doubt.
Without the sun’s bright shade.
 
We’ve conjured age.
Like timeless freaks.
We’ll turn on rage.
And run the streets.
 
We’ve gone to bed.
With smiles and feet.
The days unsaid.
Will be discreet.
 
Above the mist we’ll see.
Where we once rose.
It’s time our ship sailed free.
Like the mist that flows.
 
The mist is freaking out
We all just fade away.
What was this all about.
Another sun filled day.

Freakazoid Skeleton…

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on November 5, 2009 by ravenstooth

WINDOW:

Watch the birds come at dawn.

Picking grubs from the lawn.

And I give out a yawn.

It’s now tomorrow.

 

Then the sun gives a shout.

With it’s arms reaching out.

And I have all my doubt.

Or is it sorrow.

 

Through the glass when I peer.

I see the clouds turn to fear.

That’s when I disappear.

From the shadow. 

 

As I walk away though.

It may rain or even snow.

Either way I have to go

Outside my window.