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KATYDID

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 27, 2010 by ravenstooth
Watch the trees begin to freeze now
Like the shiver lose in my spine
I have begun to live a new life
And this time it’s all mine
 
Katydid…yeah
Katydid…
 
You sing into your world now
With your music itches my mind
I can call on your guitar’s sound
To soothe what I may need to find
 
We could stop, the blues
But what would we say
And then we won’t find our way
 
Katydid you’ve got what no one can do
The freedom to sing all those blues
 
Watch the frost begin to dew now
With the sunshine smiling at you
I can see the morning corning
As the wonder that gave you that hue
 
We could stop, the blues
But what would you say
And then we won’t find our way
 
Katydid you’ve got what no one can do
The freedom to sing all those blues
The voice to shout out those tunes
Katydid…
 
 

SILENT MOSS

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 8, 2010 by ravenstooth
Open up your heart my love
And send me all your world
You are all that I dream of
My one and only girl
 
Discover me on silent moss
And come and take my hand
 
The lake is striking our silhouette
A gust of wind slips through the trees
We lie on back to when we first met
And listen for love in the breeze
We tired out our fast deep breath
And hold ourselves in our eyes
 
The sun is sinking beneath the world
Our night is perched upon
I take your warmth you are my girl
As we sleep on the lawn
 
You’ll find me on the silent moss
Just come you’ll understand
 
 
OPEN
 
Someday when the dream is real
Shadows forage an open feel
Belong to my strange day
Inside where our heart stay
What’d you say?
 
Open doors that never led
Into a day where time is dead
Come here and let love find
You give me your sweet sunshine
Do you mind?
As you seek me there
 
Someday we will make it real
Our wishes have an open feel
Let life take our time away
As we take our breath away
Will you stay
With me here
 
In this world we have no idea
Every day we try to become clear
Until we can feel it
And our will is our spirit
Don’t fear it
Don’t fear it
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

WALK IT SUBLIME

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 7, 2010 by ravenstooth
With these I see
Without I cannot cry
Saw the lost intent
Drown inside of me
Pick up the speed
Wait for the time of day
Heart lingers into what you say
Maybe it’s just what you need
  
Love isn’t blind
Once you can find
And if you don’t mind
I hope you are kind
It’d be a waste of time
For the pages we intend to climb
We’ll see
  
Each web is woven so…
You stick to me…
  
Got out beside
Sought you would try
Came upon this tree
That’s when you kissed me
Then you were gone
You changed the ME
 
Hope you will stay
Hope you will stay
Hope you will stay
Hope you will stay
Hope you will stay
Hope you will stay
Hope you will stay
Hope you will stay
Yeah- is this clarity

Love isn’t blind
Once you can find
And if you don’t mind
I hope you are kind
It would be a waste of time
For the pages we intend to climb
I can erase our path behind
Walk it sublime
 
Why don’t you just echo me
Push me in through your infinity
Wrap me with your loving energy
Capture all my sensitivity
And stay…
 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Wrap me up with your energy
Push me in through your infinity
Or just stare and echo me…….
 

 

THEY ARE COLOR-BLIND

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 3, 2010 by ravenstooth
Outside the world is lit
With outstretched and flowering
Dawn’s intention drowns the night
Sounding simple interesting
Wake dimensions lingering
Falling for the waded moments
Triangled visionings
Sounds are resigned by our fascinations
The white is radiant
Look to horror
Signal fires laugh at me
Warriors dressed in spring beckoning
Death imposing threatening
We divulge into the forest
Burning home the frozen wonder
See the devil mock the heavens
Watching women walk together
Seeing all that has yet to come
Some day you’ll get your shit
Letting brothers strangle loving
See once more the wild repress
Wait a moment the rain is falling
Soul drained into wet
Here the river floods our weakness
Driven to the ocean’s fret
Summoning life’s mute bleakness
I saw the crows come in
And they searched for days in mountains
Here they are tired and spent
Feathers loose and molting
There’s no way to describe
The perfect circle or heron’s vie
A feeble one will try to place
Their hands upon the mirror’s face
And reaching for the blinking eye
They hold themselves way up high
Capturing the season to come
A twenty-eight winter or a load for some
There was a time that they shut their mouth
And seeked the mansions and headed south
We could be honored at our bed
With roses and lilies that wilt when dead
As for the rest of time we will not see
The days are just as long in infinity
She’ll touch your wisdom
Her finger tips
Wipe the ancient across your visions
Celebrate her aged pleasures and lips
Soon to belong to destiny
The fate is motion like the river
Cascading boroughs before long ago
The water’s entity is quick as silver
Staring serenely into an empty ally
the ghosts are presiding in the hot liquid folly
Your dance in the myote brings out the coyote
You strike the death eyes blank and power
She weeps at the blank stare for hours and hours
No one home where the polished cars park
The carpets are dirty and so is the dark
Ominous reeds in milky puddled thrush
Seconds before fucking the waters will gush
We wake at noon with the time spinning around
Like the sound of happiness peeking our found
Whose to guide the mystery boxed future
With the fluttering inside the stomach’s torture
Just let it out, the paper doesn’t mind
As for the pen and ink-
They are color-blind
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

UNRAVEL

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2010 by ravenstooth
Looking up to the sky
Covered it in gray
The clouds that sing to me
Soak my skin this way
 
I guess I’ll have to fly
 
Raven’s crow a bitter croon
Lavishing their wings
They glisten in the showering
They tell me everything
 
I guess I’ll have to fly
 
Let this image go free
I shout to the echos that mimic my voice
Telling me to see
 
The river floats on away
Which way is the sea
It holds my visions astray
Wash my soul from me
 
I guess I’ll have to fly
 
No need to fret in this existence
Patience is the key
To unlock dreams in their truest essence
I seek them in my sleep
 
I guess I’ll have to fly
 
Let this image go free
I shout to the echos that mimic my voice
Telling me to see
 
Looking up to the sky
Clouds have blown away
This darkness next to me
Helps me think this way
 
I guess I’ll have to fly
I guess I’ll have to fly
I guess I’ll have to fly
I guess I’ll have to fly…
 
 
 
 
I can’t deny
Why there is life
We could shout out
Try to delight
Will we burn out
Dreaming all this fuck that we see
Sleeping while our thoughts will unravel
 
There’s more to me
What do you want me to be
I could give you all of my dreams
Dreaming all this fuck that we see
Sleeping while our thoughts will unravel
 
The Earth is brave
Giving this world unto me
And I piss in a hole to the sea
Dreaming all this fuck that I see
Sleeping while my thoughts start to unravel
 
I can’t deny
Why there is life
We could shout out
Try to delight
Will we burn out
Dreaming all this fuck that we see
Sleeping while our thoughts will unravel
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

DISTANCE PLAGUES US

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2010 by ravenstooth
Distance plagues us
As we are legends in our own mind
We never had a chance
To resurrect the distant moment in our time
So we are now plagued in the wasted resin
And waking up in dreamt vomit to begin
The days are weak malice protruding hollow
Who becomes champion in the distant lavender
We will perish the fortress and wind up licking salamanders
The frozen skies drown the hurricane’s tongue
These new machines call us connected
But we become further in our awakened water
Here we sit mocking existence
Laughing at wishes
Spiraling into realms of boredom
Trusting the wants but pushing away the needs
Higher we climb the aborted monument
The flag flies there, a burnt echo of broken misery
Attached to the flowers secrete wisdom
Overlooked by scenery and decisions
Whose fall will pick the other one up
Repeat the effects of stoned guesses
The horse rides head high, mane whispering
An overly outstretched hand gets a slap from distance
The plague rots inside and hovers like wild penetration
We cry for our try, and see the end reaching us
We’ll die alone broken by wonder and retreat
The plague becomes like a brother or sister
Not lover or intimate discovery
Which dissolves the glue that bound the past
The future is for infinity to decide
We lend our positive monsters only to have distance plague us
See you in the distance dancing bare-breasted
Holding the plague as it waters you
Let it go, let it go
Then we’ll know that time is the shower casting rainbows
Delicate and silent
Sleep well in the distance
We will never survive the plague
Unless we speak with honest medicine
 

DISPOSABLE IMPAIR

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 24, 2010 by ravenstooth
I could give you silence
But would you even care
You smile with defiance
Even when I’m not there
 
There are nights in the sunset
If there was time to stare
As the water lands to run wet
In our disposable impair
 
I could lend my freedom
I cloud your night sky black
I cop a feel for your kingdom
I hold an image when you turn back
 
There is the doorway
The morning floats heavy
Sides fall inward sway
How the volume is wavy
 
Drive into the wild wish
The hills grow its breath
As the wind makes its wisp
We plunge head first out of the nest
 
No turning back now
Your limits are weary
We saw the fallen we allow
As us as creatures act dreary