Archive for ode


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 24, 2010 by ravenstooth
One day someday soon I’ll reach for you
I couldn’t leave you behind
Then we’ll look on back and have a smile or two
About this path that we find
If I hold you
Would you dream me tonight
Your eyes are so bright
If I hold you
Would you give me your fright
Until we wake in the light
There may be something else that we let slip in our way 
And never find our way home
In life there’s so much more than all the words that we say
It’s to never say them alone
If I hold you
Would you love me tonight
Your dream is so bright
If I hold you
Would you let go your fright
Until we wake in the light


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 17, 2010 by ravenstooth
Open my wild eyes, here is the wanderings
No thoughts could destroy my surroundings
Corroding in the green grass that blows
All around in the turning wind flows
I can dream like a little child, all snug and fresh
The hot dry air whips as the long reeds slap my flesh
I’m grown up tall, see my head fall, wish this way, hoping that way
Shut my brain down and let the highway inside ride empty
Getting all the you should and quit doing that
The one that fits my trip without all my tires going flat
Nobodys fault as alone as that blame is
I will be the one to see myself  turn him into his
Here in the life time period called human secret search
Muttering jousted emotion into a river stretched with birch
I have my moonlight, in that scream during twilight
I metamorphosis into a breathing compass striking directions in colorless white


Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 13, 2010 by ravenstooth
Reaching out to searchers and dreamers
To see who will reach out to join the fly
We’re biting on wretched inquiry screamers
With only words open the door to you or I
Once we turn on the screen that brightly mold
Our creations of thinking in our mind we hold
Spewing the exhaust that we’ve burnt so bold
Then showing the world how our story is told
We envision a peace or a piece or a feel
Whether it completes the emptiness appeal
Or fulfills the energy living inside our zeal
We are exploring our muse that guides the real
Elation becomes us in our hour of finesse
We seek it every time in our lines we confess
To give an image that changes even more even less
As our shared pictured poems are what we possess


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 11, 2009 by ravenstooth
Look Up From The Skies
I just want to talk to you
If you could hear all my cries
Maybe you’re crying too
Have some Spanish Castle Magic
And hang on if you want to go
Don’t let the song interrupt our tragic
Grove it until our return says so
Maybe Wait Until Tomorrow
And I hear you say as I fade away
Sweep up the remainder of our sorrow
Take in the anticipation of a new day
Well there Ain’t No Telling
She’s trying to put my body in her brain
What is it that I’m truly selling
Is a mixed up way to see if  you feel the same
Here’s her Little Wing
Well she’s walking through the clouds
And don’t mind if I sing
For it’s what my heart allows
And If 6 Were 9
If the sun refused to shine
I’d call you mine
And that would be just fine
Cause You Got Me Floatin’
Around and round
Remind me when I start gloatin’
With my desires off the ground
I have Castles Made Of Sand
Down the street you can hear her scream
Let the little brave take your hand
For this golden wing ship is not a dream
I think She’s So Fine
The sun from the clouds seeps into her eyes
I can’t release her from my mind
 As reality is what I must realize
On that One Rainy Wish
Gold and rose the color of the dream I had
Like a lake without any fish
Or the ocean that stole my heart away
Hey, Hey, Little Miss Lover
Where have you been in this world for so long
I wonder what we could uncover
Don’t forget there’s still one more song
Axis Bold As Love
Anger He smiles
She’s all I think of
A rainbow for miles and miles and miles


Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 1, 2009 by ravenstooth
-The night enveloped me
Like the moon in awe
When the raven will caw
-Then the day has developed me
-The darkness paraded me
Like the stones hedged death
When I savored my last breath
-Then the lightness charaded me
-The black day stewed me
Like the opium stars melt
When the only thing I felt
-Was the sunshine that chewed me
-The early morning haunted me
Like voices from shadowed tears
That no one but me hears
-As the dawn knows it’s taunted me


Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on November 30, 2009 by ravenstooth
Say a prayer for the mountains
A prayer for the sea
The volcano’s eruption
Is a natural catastrophe
Say a prayer for the flowers
A prayer for the smiling grass
The lion will devour
Any prey within grasp
To gain a natural high
With clouds so low
There’s only one good-bye
And only one hello
To reason without question
To gain without greed
Is like folly without tomorrow
To be cut and not bleed