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LIFE ENSUE

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 25, 2010 by ravenstooth
I feel frozen into her bright blue eyes
Changeling as the silent wings cry
She wore my best armor peeled and forgotten
Hammered in trusting residual, much too rotten
I stood there like an innocent boy
She held me so sturdy past all joy
I teared up while she took over my soul
When I sprang from my youth she swallowed me whole
there was nothing else I wanted to do
So I nudged her freezing winter deja’vu
And we saw the rest of our life ensue
Like lovers do…
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STRANGING ME

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on October 17, 2010 by ravenstooth
Well the, sun blinds
And the moon shines
I am doing fine
 
The bee’s honey
Silky smooth
The sun’s sunny
Burnin through
I wonder how the world keeps spinning too
 
There are some strange wings
Lifting me
There are some strange things
Stranging me
 
The wind talks to me
In clarity
Says to me
With a silent breeze
 
Wings make me strange
Stranging me
 
Well the, sun shines
And the moon climbs
And I’m doing fine
 
The world’s running yeah
Without a clue
The sun’s sunny yeah
Burnin through
And I wonder how we keep on thinking too
 
And the wind talks to me
In clarity
Says to me
With a breeze so free
 
These wings feel so strange
Stranging me
They gonna keepin me strange
A long ranging strange, strange, strange, strange…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CORVIDAE

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 12, 2010 by ravenstooth
In the fine avenue of thoughtless happenings
The delicate placid Corvidae lurched buoyant
Singing a blatant vibration across the dawn
Hairy feathery legs strike the branch with silent sway
Bleating to the sun’s shining hover with worms and grubs
The misty hillside looms hollow servant echos
She looks willful and pleasant toward the east
Cries hard and voyeuristically, then joins him in the climbing clouds
In the midst of the shivering quiet they spirit-chime their forever
Then mate for life…

DREAMS

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 5, 2010 by ravenstooth
These dreams we see
Inside our sleep
Are sometimes colored
And sometimes deep
We see the things we would never think
As to help us feel when we touch the brink
A reality pours into our soul
A vision of wonder
To ponder, to hold
We wake remembering only a slightest whiff
And once in a while we dare to climb the cliff
As for our reality, our dreams are guiding our way
We can see some parts play out in the things we say
These dreams we see
Inside our sleep
Are everything woven
In the company we keep

THEY ARE COLOR-BLIND

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 3, 2010 by ravenstooth
Outside the world is lit
With outstretched and flowering
Dawn’s intention drowns the night
Sounding simple interesting
Wake dimensions lingering
Falling for the waded moments
Triangled visionings
Sounds are resigned by our fascinations
The white is radiant
Look to horror
Signal fires laugh at me
Warriors dressed in spring beckoning
Death imposing threatening
We divulge into the forest
Burning home the frozen wonder
See the devil mock the heavens
Watching women walk together
Seeing all that has yet to come
Some day you’ll get your shit
Letting brothers strangle loving
See once more the wild repress
Wait a moment the rain is falling
Soul drained into wet
Here the river floods our weakness
Driven to the ocean’s fret
Summoning life’s mute bleakness
I saw the crows come in
And they searched for days in mountains
Here they are tired and spent
Feathers loose and molting
There’s no way to describe
The perfect circle or heron’s vie
A feeble one will try to place
Their hands upon the mirror’s face
And reaching for the blinking eye
They hold themselves way up high
Capturing the season to come
A twenty-eight winter or a load for some
There was a time that they shut their mouth
And seeked the mansions and headed south
We could be honored at our bed
With roses and lilies that wilt when dead
As for the rest of time we will not see
The days are just as long in infinity
She’ll touch your wisdom
Her finger tips
Wipe the ancient across your visions
Celebrate her aged pleasures and lips
Soon to belong to destiny
The fate is motion like the river
Cascading boroughs before long ago
The water’s entity is quick as silver
Staring serenely into an empty ally
the ghosts are presiding in the hot liquid folly
Your dance in the myote brings out the coyote
You strike the death eyes blank and power
She weeps at the blank stare for hours and hours
No one home where the polished cars park
The carpets are dirty and so is the dark
Ominous reeds in milky puddled thrush
Seconds before fucking the waters will gush
We wake at noon with the time spinning around
Like the sound of happiness peeking our found
Whose to guide the mystery boxed future
With the fluttering inside the stomach’s torture
Just let it out, the paper doesn’t mind
As for the pen and ink-
They are color-blind
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

HUNTING FOR TRUTH AGAIN

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 24, 2010 by ravenstooth
OOOOOOOOO…..
Drifting loosely in my disaster
Finding out that nothing matters
 
Hunting for truth again
Somewhere before the end
Nowhere does the reason wait
Perhaps I leave it up to fate
 
Shifting into realms so further
Pushing out the words that matter
 
Hunting for truth again
Somewhere before the end
Nowhere does the reason wait
Perhaps I leave it up to fate
Hunting for truth again
Somewhere before the end
Nowhere does the reason wait
Perhaps I leave it up to fate
 
When I’m gone
Like to see you down on your own
When I’m upon
How you feel when you’ve flown
When I’m along
You may never wait that long
When I’m wrong
I can see you aren’t that strong
I love you!
Do you?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

OPEN MY IMAGE

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2010 by ravenstooth
Time to empty
All of me
And drown all my pity
How those words taste so shitty
How will I ever be
So free
 
So I tow my past as I wonder and I wish for my horizon
There is no thoughts for reason
Or surge of hope
Only the end
 
Never speaking
Never freely giving
All my stories are so blind
Windows melting
Metamorphic weeping
Flowers aura in my mind
So not so stranger
Width more acres, sneaking
Stay inside the finds
 

Time to empty
All of me
And drown all my pity
How those words taste so shitty
How will I ever be
So free
 
This is drab lustre pseudo 
Travelin me
Sewn heightened distant
Pleasuring inside of me
 
So I tow my past as I wonder and I wish for my horizon
There is no thoughts for reason
Or surge of hope
Only the end
 
Never speaking
Never freely giving
All my stories are so blind
Windows melting
Metamorphic weeping
Flowers aura in my mind
 
Hear my voice is crowding soundly
Causing most the ghosts to dine
Vexing language morosely windy
Searching timeless for lost impatiently mine
 
Come and taste my hyacinth
Come and be my horizon nymph
 
See my starling do
Open my image
Losing my floating feather
Watch like a precipice so
I don’t worry
Or search behind myself
Into the future
Or right beside myself
Soon fly like a sparrow
Or talk to a beauty
Fly like a sparrow
Must let the firelight
Open my image
 
If my thoughts become my sound
I shudder like a hapless clown
As dust blows in I just begin
To hold the Earth like a kid again
And pause the day to drown my fear
I sound just like a frozen tear
If anything could open me
If anything could open me
Hold the dust that just blew in
I’ll sweep the Earth across my skin
Take the wild into the end
It may take me to where I begin
Diverge life
Freak open
Diverge life
Speak open
Diverge life
Keep open
Diverge life
Seek open