Archive for Visions


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…


Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 21, 2010 by ravenstooth
If I seem divine, well you should see… all of me, all of me
In the shadow of your eyes is a thought of me… of me, of me
As the wind blows your hair, without a care… you’d see, you’d see
And the windows in your mind, let in our time… so free, so free
Thoughts become so precise
The river lends sounds to me
Your eyes are soft and they entice
A love that I have longed to see… I see…
With your heart you fill my world with tranquility… into me, into me
As you slip into my soul, for eternity… you and me, you and me
I can feel you in my life, it is meant to be… lovingly, lovingly
As we sail into our sky, in our infinity… it’s destiny, destiny


Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2010 by ravenstooth
One time, I came upon a spider’s web in the road
I climbed on up and ask the spider what’s her name
She sold me a bound up empty and wasted carcass
I took it as my body became sucked away
Eyes- to the bone
I cried
Eyes- to the bone
I came up upon this luscious and sacred garden
Inside there was a maiden fair and willing to play
I took her into the worshiped and holy fountain
She made me feel like I was nothing but a charade
There was no escape from her parade
Eyes- to the bone
She could be about all that I’ve cried
Until my life has died
Eyes- to the bone
As for her love there is nothing I’ve denied
Eyes- to the bone
I cried
Eyes- to the bone
And then she will climb
Then she will climb
She will climb to me
She will climb to me
Inside to me
Inside to me
She’ll show me that her eyes are craving everything she sees in me
Take me to her inspirations that lead me back into her dream
Dream into me
Eyes- to the bone
I cried
Eyes- to the bone
She lets her sweat climb around me
I’m giving her my soul
Eyes- to the bone
As for her love, there is nothing I’ve denied
Eyes- to the bone
I cried
Eyes- to the bone
I cried
Eyes- to the bone
I cried
Eyes- to the bone
I cried…


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…


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


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


Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 1, 2010 by ravenstooth
All those feathers fell to the ground
Swirling in a pile then scattering one at a time
The eerie damp evening grips the sound
As wings flap into the wind and we begin to climb
The heavy air strangles our breath
Until we soar above the limbs and stretch
The air lightens and we can see depth
And gazing into the canopy our eyes fetch
Our wilderness that we’ve been hiding…
Blinking to the twilight sadden and breathless
Here among the ever-last there are no tornadoes
Without a funnel spiralling all around
We sleep inside the chaos of unknown
Speaking sheepishly as strangers become home
Funnel down into the drowning bright light
Hold on to our mischief and let loose our minds
See that there are no borders entangling dreams
Quench the entrance of this new world amazing
Funnel into me as we crash into our lives
And free