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LIME SWEET SAGE
Posted in poetry with tags day, dreams, Earth, Fears, future, life, Poems, poet, poetry, power, realms, sage, wisdom, words, writing on August 16, 2010 by ravenstooth
Pass the curb
On sidewalks lay
The shadows begging lime sweet sage-
In ghosts we pass
As dawn speaks day
We’ve never feared it like we do today-
Streams in soft parade
While the dreams burn sage yeah
As the heat melts streets into liquid rage yeah
The wish was lost
A fastly night
A month goes by with all our might-
Where sight has eyes
Like etched in white
These haunting thoughts just stroke and fight-
My we have plied
Frozen in the skies yeah
With all my strength I tend to fly yeah yeah yeah
The water lives
Inside us all
We catch the stars that never fall-
As wind fucks by
The tranquil try
To be at peace no matter why-
These volumes stay
Like when children play yeah
As long as we know how we react today yeah
As long as we know how we react today yeah
Pass this gray curb
My sidewalk lays
The shadows are begging the lime sweet sage-
Will ghost we are
Speak dawn that way
We only fear ourselves throughout every day-
We stepped on our shade
As lost worlds fade
Now my sights are found in burning sage yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah…
Now my sights are found in burning sage yeah
Now my sights are found in burning sage
TOUCHING THE OCEAN
Posted in poetry with tags death, Insight, life, ocean, Poems, poet, poetry, power, Visions, world, writing on August 11, 2010 by ravenstooth
Touching the ocean
What a thing for your mind
As you are floating
What are the things you’ll find
You drift like wood
Weathered and smooth
The energy will flood
Into every single groove
Your feet grasp
As the soft sand scratches
Your worries laugh
As the ocean air patches
Waving to the wind
Your long hair whips
With Earth as your friend
You become the ellipse
Your echo is droned
As waves climb the coast
Your awareness toned
And silence is a ghost
Unto the ocean
Let time wash away
There is no potion
That can make you feel this way
Nature’s energy
Is all you need
And what’s left of me
Is what I will feed
MY WEARY SOUL
Posted in poetry with tags dreams, poet, poetry, power, realms, soul, thoughts, time, Visions, wisdom, world, writing on August 7, 2010 by ravenstooth
Push me into a dream of a second kind
Never to believe it when I am alive
Severed from mechanics that turn my mind
Placed like a pinecone will I survive
La… Lalalalalala La…Lalalalalala
I’m sure the sun will roast my weary soul
Drifting into a time that sees no fear
Panic is the master when no one hears
Deadly pleasures wilt my heaven’s sea
Watch as the moccasins trample me
La… Lalalalalala La…Lalalalalala
I search for love inside my weary soul
AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA…
Passing through like a waterfall shouts
Distance the believer when hilltops are doubts
Crossing into realms without a vision to hold
Open to everything until my eyes fold
La… Lalalalalala La…Lalalalalala
Deeply in the light hunts my weary soul
I’m sure the sun will roast my weary soul
I search for love inside my weary soul
Outside all is lost but my weary soul
WALKING WITH THE FLOW
Posted in poetry with tags death, life, Poems, poet, poetry, power, realms, thoughts, Visions, wisdom, words, world, writing on August 4, 2010 by ravenstooth
As you haunt me like some instrument of sound
I heard the wind mix symmetry in the pleasures you found
When demons drain you of your wisdom soft down
I feel you shadow my inner vision blending all the yellow into brown
Would you get the fuck out of my surround
After this night I’m not here
I could vanish and who would care
Who would really care
You could drain me from the bottom
You have seen me drown before
And your water laughs some more
Slipstream the vacuum hot gathering black doom
Once there’s a fountain that brought peace way too soon
You could be frantic and sadness in your room
As rainstorms are musing that never are a full moon
Stand on the reasons that make you feel this love
You’ll never change my mind there’s nothing I think of-for you
Give a fuck
Good fucking luck
Laden horror
My thoughts get stuck
Throwing memories into the river
Bitch got drunk
My heart just sunk
Made me puke
Without being drunk
Now there’s nothing for me to give her
The edge of the cliff
The cliff
It’s getting thinner
What?
Coulda been good huh?
HUH!
Yeah, someone told me I count my own numbers
Back into the wilderness to gaze away
The birds fly into the city every day
Where streets are filled with people’s pain
I wonder if it’s gonna rain
As the sun smiles upon my brain
The echo of cloud seems so insane
Perhaps our lives spin down the drain
When we worry about that rain
Why don’t we watch the birds all say
As they speak while we gaze away
The summer’s kiss will take its run
Winter’s bliss is about to come
Drafts are weeping inside someone
Death is on my left, a full moon at night
Fear is a woman in shiny eyes
Milky tears and bloody thighs
Killed the whisper as she drowns in cries
When walking with ghosts she sees them in the light
Fuckin Right!!
His white is becoming brighter
He sheds his lasting moments
Walking with the flow
When he has no place to wonder why
He’ll just have to get used to getting by
With no reply
Angels in the hour-glass
Talking silence Withered alliance
What part of divine does the mask speak defiance
Let be the awkward slip into the tomb
Where infinity resists the residue
Walking with the flow Walking with the flow Walking with the flow
What do we know?
To get to where our bodies writhe, if all we need to do is eat- and breathe- and lie
Then I’ll die…
YOU BLIZZARD ME
Posted in poetry with tags death, Earth, feathers, Insight, intent, life, Poems, poet, poetry, power, thoughts, world on August 2, 2010 by ravenstooth
If I turned to your desire
Would you hold me like a feather
Justify the hidden space- gaze
Letting me go inside your stormy weather
I choose thirty days to make or break
To be without the flight in my feather
My feather walks away thrilling sides to shine my lake
The dirty wondering sets my body into shakes
While smiles lend out just to see your storm again
You blizzard me
Then you hold my wings as to let me fall, push me on the wind as I stand tall then give a call
Your feather floats to me
Plucked from storms persuaded
Your legend forests me
In the wild our flight invaded
As my wind flew right into the vicious sun again
With eyes trembling like they do when I touch the wind
Your formless
Touched heavens
Flew away
My feather stayed
We never waved
I could catch you
As my feather lays
And still you
You blizzard me
My world begins here
Into your storms
I lived these years how
My feather falls
As you turn around
I see the calm is near
You touch my gliding fear
You pick up and hand me my feather
You hand me my feather
As we take the sky
Our burning wings now fly
All the storms have died
I see the calm is near now
And our fears died
We’re alright
We’re alright
We’re alright
WE’RE ALRIGHT!!!
Your formless
Touched heavens
Flew away
My feather stayed
We never waved
I could catch you
As my feather lays
And still you
You blizzard me
HOW I FOLLOW
Posted in poetry with tags dreams, life, love, poet, poetry, power, thoughts, words, writing on July 28, 2010 by ravenstooth
Have a feeling
That you understand
As I’m dreaming
Make you, feel my hand
Til you understand
How I’m feeling
As the flowers grow
In the wild load
It could breathe there
Push away the sand
Til you understand
How I breathe there
The mist is glowing like stars up above
There’s no other feeling like your love
With all these wonders that I’m thinking of
If you follow
You may never find
As you wallow
Inside my wild mind
I will give my hand
Til you understand
How I follow
THE END OPEN
Posted in poetry with tags Human, Poems, poet, poetry, power, realms, thoughts, Visions, wisdom, words, world, writing on July 24, 2010 by ravenstooth
I though you knew me, the windows are glass
And tossing rubies, then laugh without yourself
I am drifting alone in this wishless bath
As if killing diamonds were as deadly as wealth
Lovely women they just don’t get me, I know
And it’s a wonder how they can see, the show
The weather’s changing, with pictures in motion
There’s a water bug losing his mind
Come inside the water speaks ocean
The elevator door locks up the wind chime
Cactus freedom there are spines in the mirror
Took the truck to the farthest Alaska
Head winds turn from east to west
Blood tries so hard to live its best
When the flowers that you find sleep inside your perfumed mind
You shower in the rain holding on to life long pain
The fire sits there licking all the air
As the log sits calmly burning despair
Why’d you write those words in your hair
White’s the color of laughing without a care
Lovely women they crowd up my wild mind
And it’s a wonder that there isn’t one I can find
Eagles…Eagles…
Times are tough when there is no one new
Tried to fly with birds but who even knew
Found the last guitar and so did you
Crazy calls into fire pits that trash the hue
Listening to dreams that saw the end open
Watched the fireflies in spotlight hoping
Take the ride out of your eyes
Hit the storms when you abide
Searching for a place to hide
Here inside my desert tide
The sweet repeat lingers too low
My smile is your safety that you know
Opened up your ancient glow
Without you ever needing to say hello
Times are tough when there is someone new
Tried to fly with birds but what would that do
Found the last guitar and so did you
Started following the echos that trash the hue
Listening to dreams that saw the end open
Listening to dreams that saw the end open
Listening to dreams that saw the end open
Listening to dreams that saw the end open
I COULD OPEN
Posted in poetry with tags feathers, love, open, Poems, poet, poetry, power, thoughts, Visions, wisdom, words, world, writing on July 3, 2010 by ravenstooth
Feathers fly, into their shadows fall
How the wind settles their awe
When they’re searching, for their caw
Walking by, I see a shimmering
That catches my mind
I pick up her glimmering
I could open
Open your door
Open your world, I’m sure
I could hold you
Hold on your door
Until your world became so pure
Spirits run, like mirrors in your night
Shining your dreams you fight
I could dream with you tonight
Echos come, then bounce and laugh away
I hear them dance and play
What is it that they say
I could open
Open your mind
Open your eyes, you’ll find
I could love you
Loving your mind
Until our eyes weren’t so blind
I could open
Open your soul
Open my wonder, you hold
I could give you
Give you my soul
Until our wonder opens our world
WIRY STONED MOCKERY
Posted in poetry with tags Earth, Environment, Human, life, love, Mockery, poet, poetry, power, realms, thoughts, Visions, water, wisdom, young on June 24, 2010 by ravenstooth
Plain white and lidless, apparently darkened by its own unborn self
Wiry stoned mockery, adjacent to the balance driven yearling
She is starving for the reasons where the answers are far from her reach
After all there are only water droplets in the reservoir calmly waiting
WEAVE
Posted in poetry with tags dreams, Fears, Human, life, Poems, poet, poetry, power, realms, thoughts, Visions, wisdom, wonder, writing on June 19, 2010 by ravenstooth
Wouldn’t it be strange
Listening for hopeless changes
Someone holds the sun
While someone’s moon will phase
Dreams are piles of elation envy
Once you’re outside there’s no one else blame
Cuz’ minds get lost, mine gets tossed
Someone’s out to double cross
Your trust,
Wait for silence
You are defiant
We weep, we steal when hearts become lost
Picture me in moments I can’t describe
Weave your wicked worries into my feeble mind
Come back, lay your soul upon mine
A lifetime to come of age
Pick your book and live a page
There is wisdom within everybody’s rage
Fearless, surprise structured in you
Listless freedom lacks the distance as you feel you will need to gauge
Cuz’ this mind is lost, been over tossed
Someone’s out to double cross
Your trust,
Wait for silence
You are defiant
We weep, to keep when lives become lost
Picture me in visions I can’t describe
Weave your wicked worries into my feeble mind
Look back, give your soul….
Staring at the starry sky
Amazed that we are flying by
The moon’s in love with gravity
The sun shapes all sensitivity
When does love become energy
When it feels like there’s no hope for me
Life’s worth living
The world keeps giving
Picture me in moments I can describe
Leave your wicked worries put love into my mind
Picture visions that we begin to find
Lay back, weave your soul into mine