Archive for Portland Oregon

THE EFFECT

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on November 15, 2009 by ravenstooth
simply a peace
full open night
mare and the horse
man are tear
full of a shadowing
stare at the dream
time to wake with
out in the air
flow shaking the eyes
not remembering you’re there 

Freakazoid Skeleton…

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on November 7, 2009 by ravenstooth
RIPE:
 
Your eyes are all it takes. It’s over.
 
One blink manipulates. And colder.
 
I shouldn’t hesitate, but be bolder.
 
My mind still contemplates that it’s over.
 
Positions and inquiries, destined to fail.
 
The monster I’ve encouraged lives down this old trail.
 
The water is our poison, the bread is so stale.
 
We’ve died or we are dying, black as a raven’s tail. 

 

 

 
 
ARCH:
Call on me to do the things that make you sick inside.
Bend your back until you feel like you just have died.
Remember now. Out in the dark.
Come with me. As you arch.
 

               

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Freakazoid Skeleton…

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on November 6, 2009 by ravenstooth

ON COMMON GROUND:

Here we stand on common ground.

Aloof and unaware at the sight and sound.
Of the aftermath these filthy creatures left around.
 
An abortion of earth inside a plastic mind.
A desecration in the oceans that swirls all blind.
This madness made the beauty hard to find.
 
The garbage we toss like when we shit.
Have to go so bad, once we’re done we flush it.
A pile so high we have no place to dump it.
 
Just put it here on common ground.
We’ll walk over or go around.
Never hearing that ancient wilderness sound.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Freakazoid Skeleton…

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on November 6, 2009 by ravenstooth

APART:
I thought that you were playing with sunshine.
I let you in and gave you my lost time.
You thought that love was waiting on downstream.
You let me in and gave me your lost dream.
We held so close to one of another.
Now it’s time to feel the blame.
We fell apart.
And we’re not the same.
 I thought that we might share the moon’s rise.
As autumn’s color peeks perfection.
We stood down at the river’s side to gaze at our reflection.
You thought that maybe the night has gone.
Just wait until the sun has slipped.
We heard the morning birds in song,
Repeating like a record skipped.
We held so close to one another
Now it’s time to feel the same.
We fell apart.
And we’re both to blame.

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Freakazoid Skeleton…

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2009 by ravenstooth

NEEDLES LONG:

I came across a pine tree forest, with needles long in green and brown.
It took some time to linger on, and once I did I heard this sound.
She flew around up high in the trees, talking to the world below.
Came on down so I could see, she landed on a branch like a crow.
I couldn’t help but watch her eyes, flickering inside my mind.
She borrowed dreams I had not dreamed, showing me that I was blind.
Mimicking the world I sought of, no more hope just a power tribe.
She took my hand and I felt love, a medium that masks a bribe.
Woven like the nest up high, I had the feeling that she would die.
I turned around to see her fly, up through the branches without reply.
I realized my dream had gone, coming too I could hear her song.
It took some time to linger on, and once it did I felt so strong.

 

Freakazoid Skeleton…

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2009 by ravenstooth
MIST:
Above the mist we rise.
Where darkest eyes are wet.
We strike with our surprise.
The things we have yet met.
 
The mist comes lurking out.
It seems to always fade.
Our faces full of doubt.
Without the sun’s bright shade.
 
We’ve conjured age.
Like timeless freaks.
We’ll turn on rage.
And run the streets.
 
We’ve gone to bed.
With smiles and feet.
The days unsaid.
Will be discreet.
 
Above the mist we’ll see.
Where we once rose.
It’s time our ship sailed free.
Like the mist that flows.
 
The mist is freaking out
We all just fade away.
What was this all about.
Another sun filled day.