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THE PRISON

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , on October 11, 2010 by ravenstooth
I had enough so what more keeps you laughing
You not so strong, your weak, I know your squirming
But your demons trail me like a weeping child
How can I walk on by and get on with my life
Your holding,  holding me down, got me tongue-tied 
As my rage flies, you are my despise
Give-in to lovers, words are for preachers now
Shit on your lovers, you have no pride for me
I could go naked
You bathe like fire
I’m shouting paper
You’re just a liar
Could you, could you come here
Could you find life
Once you rape me
Once again dear
You’ve made me want to hate you
I can’t let you take me hold
We’ve seen what your damage’s done
Once I let your madness be my clown
Shit onto me now, Piss on my pride again
Give me your sickness, who else will cry
I’m leaving and there’s no one to tell me bye
Seeing that you have left me with all your lies
I could, I could hold you, hold you under, under water
While your sinking
You’ve made me want to hate you
I can’t let you take me hold
We’ve seen what your damage’s done
Once you’ve been madness
There’s no return to you being whole

Once you’ve been madness
There’s no return to you being whole
Slowly gaining interest now I’m fucked in the hole

So your, holding me down, got me tongue-tied 
As my rage flies, you are my despise aloud
This day’s finally brought me some oddity of clarity
With out the peace of mind I hope to find
Why- don’t- you- go fuck off
My words are horror
You should be someone’s doom
I can’t escape you
I can’t escape you
I can’t escape you
I can’t escape you
I can’t escape you now
I can’t escape you

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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SYMBIOSIS

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 31, 2010 by ravenstooth
Once I climbed the top of the hill
I took a look at the bottom
I imagined what it would feel like if I jumped
The distance was vicariously my thrill
 
I have to admit it the scene was bloody pure
My died pile lingered discomfort toward my love
I saw their sad eyes twinkle my past lumbering quest
All their questions and unanswered thoughts were
 
Once I drowned in the water at the river
My bloating corpse sank then floated
I was lodged under a boulder and I fed the water
I felt like I was a wilderness giver
 
What tragedy in my vampire blood drinking gulp
I stood roosting on the victims lifeless ooze
Feasting on flesh that hovered cold in the raw fall
If I thought I’d lose then I’d disguise love for pulp
 
Damn these modern eyes swollen shut doors and fulcrum
Here high upon the street’s blood, the heaven steams like hot glazed boredom
Shine here for ever into the dark stars and the misfortunes
Die well my unforgiving settler stealer pin wheel before you knew
 
Mark my unbelievable ways, mark my unbewildered days
I’m here for unpiled portrays and let the hinderance be done
Shine into tomorrow’s haze, shine unto the fearless gaze
I called for many ways to mock my indifference to be one
 
Sing this memory to the winter, to the summer, to hot and cold
Speak more like knowing is our only instinct- our only moving
Pot smoke lingers high-rise and smudged soul chant bellow morbid mold
Difficult to be rich when poor blankets are selfish enterprises grooving
 
Once I climbed to the top of this old and ancient forest
And bid farewell to the people who roamed the deciduous
These seekers and listeners of shaman rituals bled for us
Ignorance fidgets through the now paved lines in ridiculous
 
My pants are on fire from squatting in the flames at dawn
The heathen mist and morning dew breakfasted my yawn
What I asked as I saw these naked spirits flash their spawn
I creatured unto the demon doors with promises once called upon
 
Fetch the spearheads as light fades my time through pleasant meadows of moon
I can hear your hugs as we say good night to the shine on the lake as we call off our own
Blood me a passage to guide my lost gashed heart like born through the climax at noon
We are the cold passionates driving the wedge deeper into the mountains sleeping tune
 
The time is like, as if, we were to encounter our birth and death in untimely simultaneous triumph and defeat
 
Here we sit WICKED
Smiling…
Crying…