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SILENT STORM

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 16, 2010 by ravenstooth
Going bare bones on this one
Checked into hostile realms
Caged like a black hole ozone
No dutch left to kill the elms
  
Shout into the smoke and flames
The campfire drips in lore flickered
Hot and wet as the moth sips strange games
Then the beast of shadows comes wicked
  
A sight from lost future
She is riding along unnoticed
Her wild speaks from under her eyelids
Witch rubs in the moss and torture
 
Yelling into the fire the mesmerised totem
Burnt sage strikes the perfumed scrotum
As the worship angles slight to hold them
Hours away she writhes in uncertain time
 
I met her once in a deja’vu
As her eyes widened in my view
We searched our past to recognize
What it really was we saw in our eyes
 
Tongue talk and slippery milked fright
Washed along the pavement strength and wise
Unfolded lisped ash powder wobbled and white
There is a warrior seeking the dawn’s enterprise
 
Careless we mock the dead and deformed
Brothers are flying into the urn
Sorrows began from the time we were born
Until breeding becomes our turn
 
Take this drug and you’ll become foggy
Live in this world and you’ll learn to see
Drink this drink and you’ll become a catastrophe
Dream in this world and you’ll walk infinity
 
Who came up with the idea of dwelling inside
Wipe the windshield from the breath and grime
Why are you wondering about my mind
There is nothing worth holding for any amount of time
 
Leaped into vacant like the tide grinding sand
My birch underwear tempting that witch over there
She’ll have a SÉANCE and mutter with her left hand
And then the fall becomes autumn with leaves everywhere
 
The marble inlay with sandstone in delicate trim
Darkness columns around the silky water flow
Rubbed in ivory and naked until all are within
The Alaska is hued as aged glacial blue snow
 
Oak groves tall and strewn across the New England hills
As The King of the Woods streaks with red mane fame
The White and Green Mountains give explorers thrills
There was a Massachusetts where there is now a Maine
 
 
SILENT STORM
 
Fell out of love with a ghost as the summer time ends
Said she was out of reach and ignored the hope within me
There was something in her mind than never bends
As our downhill ride fell into this debris
 
Til the eyes blind wet from lost love as it will chase us
We speak less and less everyday we hardly know our names
As I look around my images are burnt like red rust
And as I go to bed I sleep alone now there’s no one there to blame
 
Wish I were, wish I were a silent storm on the calm
Shamans are guiding me to dance upon their dawn
What firelight will hold me here inside its palm
I could be about your love
Wishin, wishin for my silent storm
Your lies give me an end
And I’ll never bend
 
If we tried to live our lives without trying
We’d never learn to walk it in this way
There is no use us guessing why we are crying
And there is no more time to make it go away
 
Now we walk alone in hollow wonder unguided
With my mind finding out new ways to not become like you
There is my hope and all my dreams are beside me
I have all of my strength and my path has become brand new
 

Wish I were, wish I were a silent storm on the calm
Shamans are guiding me to dance upon their dawn
What firelight will hold me here inside its palm
I could be about your love
Wishin, wishin for my silent storm
Your lies give me an end
And I’ll never bend
And I’ll never bend
 
So you pleaded and you tried to keep me tired
But I never felt that way, there is nothing else you can do
You will become what you have now
You may never find what it was that I always tried to give to you
In my silent storm

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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A LOST ALLURE

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 9, 2010 by ravenstooth
Let your music be your magic
Then play me for a tune
Use my mind to alter my soul
As you conjure such a croon
 
You belly into hiding
Sipping social tea
Fire the caldron biding
My forethought left of me
 
This wicked raven seeker
Shouts for you to hear
Twisted inside your speaker
Like a dash of echoed fear
 
These willful daisy chances
Decorates in the east
Glued until the sunshine
Sticks west of this caged beast
 
Being at wonders strange taste
A feeling of over stay
Like our energies we have faced
Never wanting to throw anything away
 
Your potion is the only cure
An elixir so toxic, I begin to blur
Out of visions, a mindless slur
I’d be a deja’vu, a wish, a lost allure