Archive for mind chants


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on March 18, 2010 by ravenstooth
I feel your writhe begin
And then when your in
My skin
You’re alive within
And then when you writhe in
My skin
I feel your breath breathe
And then when you leave
My grieve
Your death I perceive
And then when you breathe
In again
I want to feel you writhe
And then when you’re inside
My skin
I want to feel you breath
And then when you leave
Writhe inside of me
Writhe inside of me
Alive inside of me
Alive inside of me
Alive when you writhe again
And then again when you’re in…
My skin


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 10, 2010 by ravenstooth
Feeling out land and unseen
Hopeful for winter to be over
I can see the end of time now
There beyond the decorations
I could hold you high upon the mountains
The sun shines brightly into the darkest caves
Here is the sound check freak the fuck out
I may want to breathe you in and exhale shadows
Running in and shouting cold trust
Slipping mid-balk back against the walk
Coming again inside the warmth you provide
I can’t talk anymore my mouth is webs
Shit the whole pathway in bloody waste
Promise we’d never be together, relax
Take my place and show me how to live a little
We’ll miss him as he tries to persuade us
Don’t cry when the moon shines through the trees
The mirror echos our reverse then we see backwards
I could be a distinct minute that rebounded travel
One day and then one more and soon they are all gone
I look back to see if I forgot to do everything
And once I crossed through I realized I never did anything
Unless my dreams counted for the time spent
Or when the wind crawled on my skin when running by
What’s here is feeling strong
Energy walked upon the enemy
I see the monster snake through
I could be totally and misguided
Maybe there is reason in empty eyes
Lied forged faced lips break in silence
Open my mouth again I see inside
Here you lie and I touch your skin
Let loose and slip me toward a new day
Changing my mind on every thought
And now the lake is dry
And the moon is high
When we were young I
Should have let thoughts die
I don’t mind if this fucked goes by
Here you are. Open me. Take me away
Next to you- touching me- fading me
I’m trying to hard
Not getting anywhere
I’ve passed out before
Even when I wasn’t quite there
Talked to my shadow
Here in the wild wind
My old body been followed
By a raven sharing my skin
I could face him
But he would win
And some call it sin
But it’s where wild things begin
Like life and like death and like love and like hate and
Then repeat our changes again
These birds have borrowed my worm


Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , on January 16, 2010 by ravenstooth
I’ve waited so long to send out this one
I’ve waited for the right inspiration
Wanting only to feel like everything is fun
Not giving in to all these distractions
Vibrating in the center of my order
I cried to the beasts in my hide away zoo
Trekked across to retrieve my silent border
Like a clear wall silo that I can’t see through
So I waited to send this out for all to see
To make sure that they see the real me
Instead of pretending to hold on to the key
Coaxing me to open my doorway and just let be
I’ll fly now to the upper regions of the galaxy
Look down upon this rolling tumbling waterball
Seeing if I can recognize the worry of catastrophe
Then fly back home to devour the energy that shall fall
Feel the rhythm, feel the tone
Feel the mutterings, the beauty, the song
Pure intentions, revelry alone
Peaceful journeys, Even when the road is long
Sentimental not to touch the sensitive sides
The ones that work argue into the tides
A blanket on the grass letting the wind wisp us
As the warmth of the night comes along to sip us
Here I come again to give you what you’ve waited for
I close my eyelids as fast as I see you hike away in the torture
What are they going to do when I cast upon the world my locked door
They can see through my clear wall silo and I’m still searching for more
Bring me your supple desires that touch the rivers weeping channel
Here I am waving to you on the other side of the bank speaking Raven
Don’t dismiss the chants that echo the shoreline in sleek black animal
I’m waiting to fulfill the interested with this polished pleasure I’ve been saving
My silhouette reflects in your eyes as you strain to see my holler
I’m out of my fucking mind all the time in my suet lank apostrophe
Riding around this silly shadow of mine holding my own leash and collar
Breaking free to finally see the whole world in front of me is a stash of weed
I don’t even know what that means, but it felt like turning in corkscrew flight
With my eyes and senses intact and also my delivery was out of sight
I jumped into the unbent mystery there in the slipstream provided by night
Here I am again joining you where your nightmares and dreams clutch our fright
Can’t remember what I wanted to say
Perhaps it will come out the right way
On some other clear wall silo day
When I’m feeling the burn and extinguish my stay


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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Tasting as scented woods
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
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
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
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-


Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 3, 2010 by ravenstooth
Gonna have a real good time
They say it won’t hurt either
The stimulation peaks a genuine roll
Speaking in the personal passionate invention
Yikes, the flash of freedom is staring into the sea
Economy folds the waiting in hunger
Hear my song and waiting to come along
This is a new moon flushed currents
Now I’m still waiting without spring
Spreading the poetry willfully like burnt whistles
Really need you in this forced meandering forest lure
What can I do to determine the epicenter trembling gust
Exhale the directions, inhale the dust, blow out recourse
All must worship Earth’s bare naked trip
Her blood rising in tunnels and caves
All glory, sadness and thighs, her mind perspires knowing
The ghosts crawl back into the murky wombs inherited by foolish humans
Terrified shores as their peril is a dictation in master fabrications
Her blue Sunday was the only one in the world
Awaiting the tender times and seeking death as a pronounced friend
I could smoke the awkward heat and bathe without air
She is the horizon azure in a prisms of metamorphosed ghouls 
Strength adding in the ships current walk
I can see the words you long for like beaten dreams
I’m running low on mystery, my tongue withering
My eyes can’t spy into the house of love
I searched the roads and turned the piles over
I know all the fear and the weekends all frozen
I can see you what you do and I love and know
A meadow comes to view, ash clouds, supple wind hush
The frontier and Indians swirl midnight trance- Formless
Naked to the earth gods the maker the mother the tears
I have to be gone.  Never to be or seen.
The old blues man you need to understand
Tell them all to follow the white raven into ever last perching
Just take my hand the wonder is complete as in feathers
Growing high the time to lead buried fortunes chapped windy blur
It all just me, the west was here the east was there and the north was south
Going down, now there is the worship coming on spanked and modeled
I’m a vast inquiry searcher and madman to words that verge
Like an itch the corner block is the laughing-stock trickery
A phone booth changeling the murder now pretense
And we were together anyway in the evening I’d give back to you
And your mind the soft think and wonder, I cry- play it brother
Ever consider the grizzly bear the world as a savior
Do you remember the pain and there is never going to be one
A chance anyway her writing pleasure and I’m alone for you in the meadows
Sure Thing it’s amazing
My heart is wild the child cool as a kiss on the face
Our nature belongs to forged lunatic night
Come be the hunger and in your eyes freedom is born
It’s always a matter of time hanging from this wire transmission porthole
Who can take what I cannot and keep on dreaming


Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on December 27, 2009 by ravenstooth
I could go on for days in the humid swelter exhaustion
Freed like a litter of cats on the side of the road
Mostly pale and the beard itches, midnight calls the shame
Hear the deluge and suffer the resonating politely
All the tears could dance on the ground and still there would be laughter
Smug inebriation without the subtly a flash and murmur
Let go the defiance, let go the bravado, let go the horror, just let go
Crashed into the fierce artist relished in a defiant way
I’m a plague of simple desire tiptoeing like a pussy
Felt barren locomotive suggestions and cold whipped tolerance
We’ll never be missed and no one has ever heard of us in the background
Wishing you well and  when we weren’t afraid to die
Not all echos reply in the valley’s mindless squander
We tripped into details that hurried the fever and forgot the substance
The price is not paid with blood or love but with energy
These are times to seek the fire and smell the smoke
Have an occasion and breathe liquid optimism
All blind bats have enough sense to find their food
Don’t Fucking tell me the calls are unanswered
Never mind the fucking reactions when there’s nothing to say
Who will be the next to falter the hot air balloon accent
Have another fixture residue and forlorn the probabilities
I’m delicious in the future models and the pantry cabinets
I’ve been recognized a million times and never knew any of the people
Journeyed past my taste for green smoke and belligerent bars
The damaged eyes and heart storm over the disguise
Too connected to you and change is killing me
Up for the proposed, and beneath the tears the pools frozen
I should have died a thousand times before this extract distract
I enjoy the feeling of you touching me in the swollen garbaged trough
Hold you high and down for the count the miniatures purple webs
Blank gaze like moths wet bathing with sparks of perfume
Translate the dialog having the trees submerge true factory
Personally those socks rocks and the fucks push away the buttocks
In my shadow has worn a hole in my interior screeching exterior
Clearing away the chaos and consumption I’m cleaning the turnstiles
Here is the muscle and clinging to years thoughts and forest beauty
I’ll choose to yearn mortal practitioner an indestructible madness
Sent here by the horselord and realm leader in which case the comet’s wingspan
Drum drum drum drum drum drum drum DRUM FUCKING DRUM
On an awareness that scares the shit out of all including my own fear
No drug can compete, no one can repeat, everything turns to peat
When coming home I drive the limit and push the accelerator lightly
Here is my reflection and the shimmer recoils the pulsing ballast
Push it all on me until I can contain my trigger
The earthquakes rabid fortitude shoving me to the empty hollow of happiness
All alive when I’m trying to touch you and trade it for the actual deliberation
My feet on the ground, hot flames reach to lick my porridge bantering
These Vikings, These Deities, These Wild, These Wolves
Put myself in the blank mongrel status, faceless borrowed fears and lurch out distress
Put my puzzle back together all the pieces are somewhere in the scatter pickle jar
Everyone has a power animal, the seeing know how to interact with their omens
I must persuade you another way with the open door and birch poetry
May never work and the end is always near with a vacation in sight
Here comes the circus Any Fucking time the grass always getting the muddle
Loose leaf people surround the antique pleasure that is the swing set
Wake early to please the machine write documentary and prelude
Internal are we in stemming diverse penetration and swimming
The fuck nut back shit regurge pleasure whores and loose pants crawl
Flush it all away in the diatribe discologist
That one calls TOOL


Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on December 17, 2009 by ravenstooth
Heading down the low glow in boredom
Strange how dim it is here
The flicker resembles a state of hallucinations
Control, pleasure while the dog barks again
Her thoughtlessness strikes even a storm drain
Getting on with the usual supply
The mind all twisted in a muse’s reply
Before the darkness the birds walked lightly
Out on the border her resemblance poses ominous
Shallow webs, thanks in  for the silent fire
Watching evolving strangers pick reverence and peace
Stones tossed in to watch ripples converge on the banks of my mind
Tiny whispers dredged under the assailant mockery
I’m freezing in this humid bath, a corpse blanketed in white snow
My eyes callous in virtues like polished chrome
A treasury garden, a windmill longing for the push from the breeze
All distorted as lights flash past the morning heaven
Weird tongues raped silk as the posture risen dead
Smoke will all but linger totems and power
Braised in her comfort like the hush in a outstretched hand
I’m falling into the curtain with applause
Dieing inside when the laughter stirs up vivid chants
Time is the tinted window
The energy that weakens us all