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LIME SWEET SAGE

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 16, 2010 by ravenstooth
Pass the curb
On sidewalks lay
The shadows begging lime sweet sage-
In ghosts we pass
As dawn speaks day
We’ve never feared it like we do today-
 
Streams in soft parade
While the dreams burn sage yeah
As the heat melts streets into liquid rage yeah
 
The wish was lost
A fastly night
A month goes by with all our might-
Where sight has eyes
Like etched in white
These haunting thoughts just stroke and fight-
 
My we have plied
Frozen in the skies yeah
With all my strength I tend to fly yeah yeah yeah
 
The water lives
Inside us all
We catch the stars that never fall-
As wind fucks by
The tranquil try
To be at peace no matter why-
 
These volumes stay
Like when children play yeah
As long as we know how we react today yeah
As long as we know how we react today yeah
 
Pass this gray curb
My sidewalk lays
The shadows are begging the lime sweet sage-
Will ghost we are
Speak dawn that way
We only fear ourselves throughout every day-
 
We stepped on our shade
As lost worlds fade
Now my sights are found in burning sage yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah…
Now my sights are found in burning sage yeah
Now my sights are found in burning sage
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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OUTSIDE

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 4, 2010 by ravenstooth
I left you waiting delicately
You hold my nervousness pleasantly
When I am lonely
With the wind striking my skin
Were do we begin
As I feel accommodatedly
Share, in the sun and shade
Where the time’s delayed
Simply
 
Which moon are you seeing in your dream
Would you be wretched as you scream
We have the weather
As the waves listen to all our reasons
All through our seasons
That we have seen
Have you been down that rain
Sinking sound like pain
Webbed just like a weave
 
Down in the valley shouts a bee
You stood inside passionately
The wind blowing memory
As we laugh at the way so dreamy
We see so leafy
In our candidly
 
Where are our storm clouds bare 
In a form so rare
Like the time we care
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

EVERYDAY WE BREATHE

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 8, 2010 by ravenstooth
Breathing-  As we cross the threshold
Sweating until our bodies become cold
Laughing about the stories we have told
Wondering as smooth as raven’s wings fold
 
Seeking a path that isn’t worn
Knowing that no matter how torn
Living like each day is a new-born
Seeing the reasons for a beautiful morn
 
Everyday we Breathe

HOLD MY DEATH, IN MY DREAMS

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 9, 2010 by ravenstooth
Brought-
I ought to agree
with you
Sought-
I’d fought to see
askew
Lot-
I shot toward free
and found you
Pot-
I have been distraught
limping mindless too
Taught-
I could let talk
become a repetitive hue
 
All these eyes
All these eyes
caressing me
In wonder
how could I
How could I
been so blind
Seen ought shine
In your window
In your window
In my eyes
 
The same
Or untamed
Death is drowning me
Drowning me
Come to me
In my dreams
In my dreams in my dreams
Hold my death
You speak now
When I cry
Sun new day
In my eyes
Don’t crowd me now
I am you
I am you
You told me
When you cried
To let go
To let go
Now it’s good-bye
Good-bye
 
There, there by the fire that’s been bleeding
I could hold your heart
We sleep in the nights ash where love’s beating
 
Sun, sun creeps up into the slow
New,new day is in promise bringing
We, we shared the night etched so cold
Cold, as the trees start their swinging
We sleep in the shade of the birch plush meadow
As the sun dances slowly around our meshed shadow
Sing by the dawn when our nights crawl crazy
Love is our haze as our days stretch in yawn’s lazy
 
Forgot-
I ought not been wasted
inching toward you
Plot-
Had I been hovering
in yearly paged writing too
Got-
When I touched wisdom
as I described the things you do
Spot-
Laid my fingers
Weeped memories few
Hot-
like the stop
caroming it into view
 
My head bellows high essence
The kite flies to the thunder
In the way a bird soars ancients
As my realm feathers my wonder
 
High upon the storm the calm breaths
Gently as if there are no thoughts
Or distractions or no hesitations to guess
As my distortions abort my wants
 
I’m discipline like cashmere water
My silt is dry like heavy bee’s honey
I crouch to conform and become hotter
Let my skin slip away as if it were runny
 
I talk to the wind
And the wind cannot hear
You are my breaths now
And you are not near
My words are all carried away
And the wind cannot hear
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

TOTAL SILENCE

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on January 15, 2010 by ravenstooth
Total silence feels so eerie
Like rain that falls when skies are dreary
My quietus will rebound
 
A flock of birds flight in precise
Their wings fold gold flow entice
As the rain medicines the ground
 
A warmth stretches across the distance
Like flames that flicker in mist trance
Where ballast chants are found
 
Grazed in thoughts perfumed wonder
The silent roar choked in thunder
As the white charge fucks on down
 
Hear again a distant roar
Challenging the heart even more
Like a lion, a scorpion, or clown
Total silence is the only sound
 
 
 
 
 

STRETCH

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on December 27, 2009 by ravenstooth
I’ll stretch as far as I can reach
My long arms touch from beach to beach
Having one of those dreams again
Waking not remembering where I’ve been
Opening my eyes I recall the pleasant sight
I walked through your doorway turned off the light
We took to the wild to realm in our creatures
Like a pack of wolves we devoured all the features
The frenzy continued flying in the skies
Our window for convenience opens, then dies
We twisted in turn to fall back to earth
The days skim past feeling that it’s worth
All the discouraging waiting, then waking, then going
Never hesitating in the real, only seeing, only knowing
The patient is on the path breeding fits of honey
Those bees keep stinging, those sharp edges feel funny
I want to shower in the waters from the hurricane
Making sure that these dreams keep me sane
Clawing into the pleasantry and pick at the mortar
I’ll keep chiseling until my masterpiece crosses the border
Then the twilight beckons and a flash in the sky
The night is over and the new day promises to try
 

THE SUN SEEPS SLOWLY

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on December 18, 2009 by ravenstooth
Someone’s in the bathroom
Take the letter out to the postman
See him riding on his blanket
 
Sweep the floor across the broom
Etched into the sweat across a land
Sun seeps slowly like the Earth sank it
 
The poisons in short talk repetitive
They’re now in the kitchen
Hanging on the counters and plates
 
Washing the politeness with sensitive
Wanting only to ditch em
Walk into the calamity that waits
 
All now join in with the celebration
Parched from the angst selfish
The prisoner sees only the attempt in the escape
 
Partially torn in the degradation
Only to succumb with only one wish
To breath deep into her sweet intoxicating nape
 
It’s destined to bring a smile
And all the while
The thoughts continue to pile