Archive for Omen


Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 6, 2010 by ravenstooth
Hey, omen…
If you slide on to me
You might want to meet me Heyyyy..
You will want me to greet you
And hold you tonight
Hold so tight
Make you feel right Heyyyyeah..
If I keep you with me
You will want to free me
You can also enjoy
As I hold you tonight
Hold you so tight
Make you feel right…
In the winter we can be so cold
Play like fire never gets old
Love is something we can hold
And breathe again
And breathe again
And breathe again…
Keep you looking at me in your lost distraction
Touch you lightly at the edge of your satisfaction
You let yourself outside
I give you the reasons I opt
I shed my interests I got
We lease our eyes
Among our cries
Sending the drive
Into your wings
The way I think
You take my fear
And take my tear
And dream like when I fly
Touch me baby
Touch me with your eyes
There aint no reason we should fuck around
Fucking around while the world spins the sound
We are beginning to feel the ground
All we feel and all we are
Hold me dear and we’ll go far
One more day, and one more day
Where will we be in four more
Where will be when we see our smiles
Seeking this wonder
I have in my thunder
Drawn like dusk as the moon sheds the dew
Grasp your connection and hold your soul
There aint no reason to fuck around
With our minds on what we found
We are beginning to feel the sound
We could fly babe
Please our life babe
The River yeah
Give her
Hold her

If you slide on to me
You might want to meet me Heyyyyeah
You will want me to greet you
And hold you tonight
Hold so tight
Make you feel right Heyyyyeah..

In the winter we can be so cold
Play like fire never gets old
Love is something we can hold
And breathe again
And breathe again
And breathe again…



Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 19, 2010 by ravenstooth
When I stepped out into the fresh midnight air
I was feeling pretty good and I knew I would
Begin to see me
And the moon shone white like a flashlight beam
And I started to dream, I swear I heard you scream
Then I could see you
Sat down on the cool wet lawn
To try to let this run
Thought there until the moon crashed into dawn
And watched the rising sun
My only hope was that you were smiling
Then the morning rooster begged for the waking light
As he yelled his crow, to let everyone know
He was yawning
And the dew that wet the lawn all that night
Which cooled the air, there was fog everywhere
We were dawning
Witnessed the morning doves flying in my head
I also saw the chickadees come scavenging for pieces of bread
They never even saw our shadows shiver
And then in from the east, flew a raven
He was a screaming showman, tricked us to believe the omen
Was our distant echo
When I stepped back into my reality there
I was feeling very good, I could tell that my path would
Begin to let go
Sat down on the dry green lawn
To try to let this run
Thought there until the sun crashed away the dawn
And watched the raven sun
My only hope was that you were smiling


Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 27, 2010 by ravenstooth
My mind crumbles in dawn’s new face
Like when I used to chase the race
Now I just stare in space
Had a dream, had a dream
Let in the sunlight and its beam
I called to ravens until they scream
With wild eyes watch it stream
Willfully this garden’s green
Flowers strewn colors impassibly
Then the petals touch the ground
With the dew
Had a dream, had a dream
The moon’s reflection is not what it seems
I touched a raven’s omen and fell between
Wild eyes whirled worlds never seen 


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 27, 2010 by ravenstooth
Zen wolves and the far-fetched ravine
The omens unravel in the space between
To catch a glimpse of the reckoning desire
One must place both feet into the liquid fire
The heat is a searing boil like magic abound
An interesting outlook once vision is sound
To climb aboard the wavering benevolent raft
The seer sloughs off all their content and laughs


Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 25, 2010 by ravenstooth
I just fell through the window
And seemed like I fell forever 
I finally passed through my shadow
And found it had it’s own river
Something stirred in the middle
A vicious and foul-smelling thrill
With a grotesque yet gentle riddle
Spoke mischief with powerful will
My eyes gazed into the long blind journey
A sight not ready to encounter or enter
My shadow showed my old world was a slurry
So I picked up and traveled through toward it’s center
That’s where I found you
Sunning your soul in my shade
Pleasuring yourself as you do
I crouch down and together we fade


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 13, 2009 by ravenstooth
Watched a murder flock to the field
Partaking in some green grass and sun
While the young are out having some fun
Elders were shadowed in the forests shield
All glazed in the visual breath
A spirit gained its postural zest
Winced into the murderous guest
Showing the paths toward one’s best
The wild scattered the rookery away
All lined the limbs not far from their play
The wind shuttered its fluttering sway
One call and they flew their own way
The silence, the eerie and optative wait
The meadow will egest the murders fate
Progressed in motion into a dream like state
Until the murder calls back to resume their gait
Before glug the flock sticks together
A resin that bonds the weaves of a feather
Running off the moisture in all types of weather
Like days that are under but far from the nether