Archive for Environment

SIP THE MOSS THAT’S GROWN

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 3, 2010 by ravenstooth
Follow the path through the woods
Contemplating- what is wrought- what is good
Salutations- energy is all around
Spoiled underground
All the way to the end
To not come back again…….
 
Sipping on the moss that’s grown
Turn to see them dig a town
No one to let them be their own
They seem to careless now
Sipping on the moss and stones
Watch them as they shit and moan
What really even matters to them
As they rip into the sacred ground
What minds drive them
This world pretends
To be our friend
We fuck it again
Fuck it again
 
Sipping on the moss that’s grown
No one wants to sip their own
Sucking on the thirst they home
Never mind the one’s they’ve sown
This world pretends
To be our friend
This world pretends
What minds drive them
Selfish is blessed
When born again
 
Follow the path through the woods
Contemplating- what is wrought- what is good
Salutations- energy is all around
Spoiled underground
All the way to the end
To not come back again…….
 
Follow the path through the woods
Back before all the crowds
When the world was whole
And the woods were deeper
 
They’re digging
Constructing
Digging deeper
Skyscraping
Constructing
As they dig on deeper
 
They just pretend
Gives us smiles so nice
Can’t live without
All their merchandise
Throw it in the woods
When your done with it
Now the path is gone
Ah the fuck with it
 
They just pretend
Hand out all their smiles
Where is the moss and stones
Then reduce you
As they
Consume you
And the woods
Consume you
With all their goods
 
Sip the moss that’s grown
Drink it til you taste
The fresh sweet world
That used to flourish
Pure and whole
Sip the moss and stones
Pour your soul back into
Speak your forest friendly
Let the path you walk bring you back home…..
 
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Backhoe!
Backhoe!
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Back HOOOOOOOOOOOOMMME!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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WIRY STONED MOCKERY

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 24, 2010 by ravenstooth
Plain white and lidless, apparently darkened by its own unborn self
Wiry stoned mockery, adjacent to the balance driven yearling
She is starving for the reasons where the answers are far from her reach
After all there are only water droplets in the reservoir calmly waiting

A RAVEN’S SONG

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 16, 2010 by ravenstooth
All too familiar, all too strange
One way or forever these dreams become staged
The light echos hollow among the sullen earth
Her shadow is wings beating life into worth
She screams for the sun to warm her tears
To alleviate the flooded calm she fears
Darkness piles madness into wilderness
She fleets into her aura and fumbles her tenderness
His shadow rains upon the silent ground
His strength is vision and is infinite bound
She turns to glimpse his power and gains her wisdom
Her fear becomes death and waits until he sees his come
 
Infinite world, please let me touch the girl
She’s so free, hope one day she’ll fly with me
I’ll intrigue,  when her beauty follows her lead
She’s so free, maybe she’ll want to give it to me
Raven’s song, makes the sunshine shimmer so long
In my head, she’s the one for me til I’m dead
 
In the trees the wilderness gleams
Like metamorphosis beckons, redeems
Her limelight hardened and tranquil
Resonating willful shades of amber
The forest summoning life breeds wet
The creatures opt fright blankets their fret
A shrill echos lost in wild open chaos
As the night boroughs across
Like the soft pillowed cushion of moss 
 
Infinite girl, please let me touch your world
You fly so free, come down and rescue me
I’ll intrigue, and give you all that you need
You fly so free, take me to where we will see
Your raven’s song, makes our will become strong
In my head, you’ll be with me til I’m dead
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

METAMORPHIC GNEISS

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on April 17, 2010 by ravenstooth
Such the resemblance
Your chaos and banded appearance
Mica lick quarried
Attached in hornblende
Tight webbed feldspar
Cobbled array slick in quartz
Climb away in gneissoid metamorphosis
Your crow hill ascend transmitted
On belay cried rustic and majestic
In silence and beauty
Your height and certainty
Coarse-grained mocking granite
From the luster of certain of the components
Your nice (gneiss)

TOO MISTY IS THE GLASS

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 25, 2010 by ravenstooth
Sometimes they sit and weep
Sometimes they just sleep
Other times they see forever
And on occasion their mind never
Believes
 
Watch the river slide by
With an image of the world in your eye
Hoping for the day to come
When the image is like the river that runs
 
There is a secret that is not told
Only the ones able to see will hold
Open the door and walk right through
Once they’re in it’s a world that’s new
 
Some may not dare come
Some may never have begun
A sight uncared for, yet so pure
So distracted by a self, so unsure
 
Teeth pile high in the chasmal sacrifice
The logic rituals seem bitter and precise
The image of the world glooms like warm dead mocking birds
Her hair flutters like a giant pool in her mind of tongue-tied words
 
Here we are so filthy, so blind, so scared
Here we are so full, so strong, so feared
 
Once long ago we used the earth
Now here, our time we abuse the earth
Share the secret would not wake them
Too misty is the glass  Too soft is our well-being
Once our skin was like leather and our muscles
Were recognizable.  Now we’re a herd of
unconscious devourers driving on the
black fields of vast merchandise
Like this pen and paper and the music
on the radio
Where is the wilderness madness
Our sadness Our power
Our rambling blues and the hues
In our secret world
Our vision blurred  Our minds
Obscured with words
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

RAVEN’S TONIC

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on January 24, 2010 by ravenstooth
Pastures with the smell of the raven’s tonic prize
The beasts gather to imbibe in death’s wild fragrance
Keeping close attention to their imminent demise
Circling the remains in hopes of tasting their vagrance
The new ones hold innocence like frozen confused eyes
As the experienced drool in hopes of getting their chance
Then the wind shifts the waft in a ruthless grizzly surprise
All fall perish within this wild titans unruly piercing trance
The raven’s tonic dissipates then brews again over the next rise
The nomads resume the salivary nasal blood thirsty dance
 

NO MORE. JUST HOW WE WERE. THAT’S ALL THAT’S LEFT

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 11, 2010 by ravenstooth
Bye bye bullshit
Hello everything else
It’s beginning to trend on walls
Like fish dying on the beach
The Sands loves to to stick around 
A hole is dug in mud to find its source
Feeble creators coming together (sweating)
Table beating with a knife
Children in shock with fear for fucking up
Death, such a slow walk just to get high
Wanting just to have her once to ask her her destinations
Ambitions of tomorrow (A shout across the land) Blankets
Monsters clashing in the graveyard abyss
Theaters of horny kissing lips sooo wet
Voids
And a dual rethought of a man on a bike
She had visions of snakes and man-eating birds
Couldn’t understand power or clarity, only
depressed dialogue of past interaction
Cliffs of stone, vines purple fruit
Foraging animals trying to feed themselves and their
offspring.  Mutant lisp of sold gold
Crazy horses galloping in repetition
As differences go, there are none
To think there are, is to go on never realizing
How much more everything is
Bye bye world
Hello everything else
Fever boils over then the days wink by
Love and peace- a distress bark
In the dark a spark of naked stoned eyes
Regrets in past none, only every piece of shit I shat
Dying alone, shall it only come that way
Moonbeams like candle horror
Fuckholes wet souls pungent aroma
Brothers, Sisters, enjoy the carnival rides
Take each one by the hand, remember my song
Dances of lighted currents
Fingers
Smelling hot trembling discomfort
Nights to be crazy
Days to laugh at while mongers destroy
This bliss of world beauty
Encounters at the market watching beggars
Scramble for morsels of life
Scratching my balls to smudge ashes over
the enchanted south pyre- funeral flowers
Dogs fowl- correspondence- casual dress
At times of pain (always) I’ve tasted nocturnal
Sight-
A Mojo to peace life
Indian sorrow flight of the eagle soaring
Predators disguise as sheets of war
Democracy shit Republican fuck
In this greed hell
Where’s you boss
Oh, he’s foraging in the field with all the other
monkeys of money
Orange skyline bite hordes of poems
May it inspire twilight love
Couches that smolder synchronicity
Television lies in the eyes of infant cries
Even this pen is as cold as the hand that inscribes
More jumble; mediocrity of commercial lingo
Hangman noose waiting
Devouring soft plush kisses to see the others
Just a whisper of wine to make the moment fine
Pills, acid, shrooms, what plagues next
In the room where sardonically freezing takes place
Hate the looseness of unfit clothing
Scattered on the dresser
Pages in lavender pearls- tears, them bastards
Itching hairs of puberty- combing cunts to lick
Disgusting words, only your imagination taunts them
Pleasant
Don’t fear; easy to say yeah
Easier to do
As long as the road you tread turns in all directions
Enjoy passion, romance, eyes of scarlet- doorbells
Calling in friends to a party- drunk slurping
Baseball heros?  No one
Terms, occasions, depths, fathoms, ocean waltz
Totem pole of peoples victory and defeat
Ice-
I’ll be back in story books, letters, speech.  Thoughts,
worship, and painful tomorrows
Pictures sacred, vanished parlors, passages to enter
Timbers of forest groves
Blokes, a British encounter- maybe some tea
Travel-  a long bike ride to the store
Games to conquer, a relished warrior bides lonely
evenings.  Babble.  She was to have my children
She wished and vanished with the kids
Ended all possibilities of true wisdom- growth
Pebbles that talk like gardens of knowledge
So to another beauty- a wife
Calling her a goddess is not enough praise
Ladders to climb in the morning
Flowers in long hair- dirt piles
Bed and breakfast
Indulging folk-lore, wedding marches
Being trashed on the shore
Turmoil and a Kilfoil
No more dice or cards  Treachery
Hunger in the buds of the tongue or just bored
Seeing glowing faces
Disturbed lapses persuaded in lustful
Cadence- Plethora from muther makes me
Stu-stu-sutt-stutter-STUTTER
Poison, waste site, reeks insanity
Deafness read cold lips- owls toy…
Pipes slowly feebling our twisted minds even more
Sagittarius or shit house
Zenith polish, venture morn into
Celebration.  Banshees tribal vigil
Dead horses, no more Crazy. No one must set foot in the
Burial ground or they shall join all
eternity in awful awareness
Feathers
Tasting as scented woods
Sleep
Once we awake in blood
We’ll slowly see the ways to dissolve mockery
Floating on a boat in the middle of a traffic jam
Cajun sailor, old man getting piddly wages
Notions from oceans of global guillotine
Ravens again calling to the door of your mind
Keep going she bawled at the dragon in his eyes
Lust my breath with your squirming regiment
Motor pool, the shaft of love, one eyed probing
Kepler’s boorish meaning freakiness
Blakes worship words in cemetary lull
Wordworth lisping delicate words in rhyme
Swollen teeth from night in the gallows
Energy lighted abortions/ madness
Over robust legends occur in mirth coolish gravel
Bed rocks, cakes of rain.  Masks of birth, life and death
Each one hiding the other from the seer’s penetrating
Gaze-
Superstitions cajole, black cats, broken mirrors
Foolish prowess, ancient steam from volcanic tremors
Mr Mojo Risen flying in between verses
A liquid ship with a sharp steel hollow tube giving weird
Demons in the breath of a shaman fire chant
Hello Hello entry to the shallow kingdom of formless
Cavemen-
Dust ridden roads to hell’s open door
Flower paths where heaven’s plushness pours down
Or just crazed nightmare of a divine place to rest
Each one must send a signal to their power object
Licking on webs to fool around in the spider’s den
Cure my wrecked day with your tender love bite
Coo all carelessness.  Hold my fear, death and infinity
Good riddance, hope to see you on my side where
all visions and dreams are real
Well they’re real anyway so believe in the earth
Glorious horror and bleed in the fields of chaos
Don’t dwell in yesterday’s solemn gloat
He calls himself Plateau
There it is again, another slammed door
Painters humble daily routine- gotta get outta here
Lights magical rhubarb sweet smell of nectar
Coniferous deities, Carnivores like basking infants
Play-pen songs, lullabies, talks through lids of seeing
Loaded bowl a wait for religious spectacles
Her shoulders were soft as violets in a morning forest of
smiles.  She tore off her clothes to join the celebration
She listened for her ally that gave her all meanings
answers, beauty
Curled up in space:  moons, galaxies, planets, Earth’s families
Chief Hilltop Horizon Viewer, Richard’s memoir of
school yard Morrison tribes. Cobras.  No one dared.  they
were all to scared to dance with Jim.
I’ll be the next to martyr, doubt it
Snakes in the Glen, pits and open wounds
Brothels of sin, dignity pissers, external shame
Frothing in the realm of  sinecure
He’s just a horny jester from the queen’s prism
Quarter master labyrinth steel blade.  Pale lips
Whisper robin song in a hollow rotten tree
They got along even though their sex was never
encountered.
Pyre-
Take the deafness and the chill
from my soaked mind.  Deviate sanctions
that cripple all wearisome fools.
She loved ancient myths of Greek gods. Asian
Pagodas, intrigue, valor, cadence. Pristine
ensemble.  Levitate monsters and bunnies creating
Folklore.  Tomorrow, Tomorrow it will be all over
Ha Ha Hey girl.  Ya you.  Kiss me in my elaborate
credence, flower my dreams with your passionate
howl.  Sweat all over my freaking corpse.
Twitching on plush blankets like mongrels
inspired by a cackling breeze.  Freeze our intimacy
Kneel down, take my friend, answer stiff
ambitions.  Devour his soul push him over the
cliff.  Ahhhhhh…
Wait forgiveness- quarries, ritual.  Dubs
making artists out of retarded ink blots
Shadow masks- tangent salvation, primrose
Poises, alabaster heartbreak
A game of conquer destruction-
Feeble warrior marked as lord
Insatible satire- Plagued
then rubbished away in a hole in the
ground.  Only to be remember for
all the good things.  When alive evil
is foretold.  No one really cares until
you’re dead.  Then they remember.
Bye Bye infinite valor
Hello everything else
Call me passionate
Call me blind
Eat my disaster
If you must find
An alternative pattern in which
You must gloat
Discreet moments which crush
Will turn life’s thought remote
HaCha dialogue
Change the dust to trust
Let us see the path  Let’s change the love to lust
I love
A beautiful sea
A sparkled sunshine
An evergreen tree
You in the night time
Sleeping next to me
I love
Holes in the horizon line
Ravens that call out
You in the day time
telling me what you’re about
Filling you with my slime
I love
A hearty stout
Rain, wet in the morn
Hot bodies as one
Your soft skin like a new-born
Children having fun
Us melting in the sun
Let’s run
I love you in the firelight
Your silhouette fondling
The blackest night
The sparks fly out of your eyes
Sending shrills up my spine
I can see you’re so divine
Now a change- offerings to impeccability- NOTHING
To float away on the pendulum of exotic mountain hordes
Flip the vinyl to become Relax
A piece of Bread, dead and of course Mother Freedom
Called us to be part of the wild rivers
Cotton bile while white torture smiles creeping
into a bag of sleep in an awkward wilderness spaz
Say listen to this note
Say hey what do you think of me now
say, don’t sit there and gloat
Say come over here let me kiss your brow
What Chyou thannk uv mee nowww
Decisions decisions so many to decide from
How can or how may it pass once you’ve gotten your
thoughts figured out.  Listen to the earth’s solemn prayer
A bottle of beer requires taste
a jug of wine involves romance/ sardonical prestige
A snub of cognac dissolves money-
Contracts, signatures, barrels of hate cradling tiny
roses- fortitude amphibious chatter, long legged girls
Tents popping, bones arthritis, mocking bird lunge
into indigo night.  Recreate all the legends the famous
particles of past, present, future.
A call from brother.  To be away is good for the return
party- Reunions are to tell stories, adventure, loves and
longings.  Inspirations for the next time.
Another album Please pick one and dance
Trying to be a poet?  Ha Fuck em.
Disturbing earthquakes in my skull so I lull at null
Foresight pictures,  Hey bitch and your mother fucking friend
that dudes an asshole-  No talking any more
Castaneda’s crow keeps killing my calm
Thank you
Now return to the stream where laughing wolves teach
wisdom.  Forget the fear, stand with clarity, use power to
over come old age
She said flank are cold in the raw avenue of rain
I corralled a noble fear; insignia Sandman to her
visions of Catholic prisms, a goat is on her mind now
What’s happening to me
Do I really SEE
Inside or outside or in between
The sixties are gone so is yesterday’s sorrow
No more vultures of intrigued death
The rest are minuscule dollar signs
To acquire future facsimiles-
She sold me a smoke-show that divided the
horizon’s frown.  that made me see her
favorite colors.  Her date was a simple shout
The day was three echos away
Her double came out in a horrendous monster’s breath fluttering
pussy.  Telling the big boss man how to appreciate a simple request
The man said sorry.  I laughed in his face and knew he’d
be tongue-tied.  To change the rage into a field of sweet
Sage with the coaxing of rampage
the cork flew off the bottle, we licked the rim
and moved to nostalgia.  Embryos of the evenings
dying sunshine, invading cities that glow in fluorescent shrieks.
Cartoon jollies of childhood Saturday TV sittings
laughing while eating cereal-  Latter young man
bright smiles- and Again now a man shaven faces
coiling winsome proverbs from lizard’s leathery
cold scales.  A trembled offering to gods, tangible
repetition-  Demented phone calls, peace benches, grass
under toes taking each step with comfortable grace
They made an animal for all occasions and
disciple the infants to become majestic feeders
Hunger bleeds the soul.  I’m surprised
we haven’t eaten everything.  I thirst for death
To live will quench it for now, but I’m still parched.
Journey we more into the perils of existence.  Toltecs
or frozen secrets.  Someone knows reasons to discreet
innocents.  Fucklords.  Jimson dainties.  Tobacco nostrils
She’s tall with long leg and a nice ass.  She’d be at peace by my side.
She’s short with blond dirt hair, with a western creature wishing she’d
pant on his neck and love his weird meanderings.  She’s got all freaky fire hair
Glued to the fuckin chair.  She shaved all hers off and dyed it orange. 
I’d have them all at my final lay
That works babe.  Idiot panthers, twilight puma
Scorpions venomous piss antler dust.
A car revved the engine to smolder ozone phosphorous
Badlands pink veiled turnstile.  Rip me into billions of
squirming fibers.  Blow me into the zenith master, so I
may evaporate all the stars that make madness out of the
Astronomy drum bantering longing for the answers
to their dwelling
Let the hippies smudge themselves in forfeit for changing their fucking minds
We’ve been bored.  Figured to let you know-
Bye Bye Heartless.
Hello everything else-