Glenn Raven

Early morning breaks light with the nights snow dusting of my mind

Walking from my alley leaving the first foot prints in a new path

Distant pathways come to meet in the center, a clearing covered by fresh snow that has lined

Lined the ground, shrubs, trees, and mounds with innocence awaiting the wrath

Wrath that is to be battles fought, lost and won

This is where I come from

 

From above a Raven circles me, taunts me, gawks at me

Distracting as I stumble over trouble and struggle with rumbles

The Raven lands upon my shoulder tapping on me, I ask him to show me

Peering at me with a gaze simply fearsome

This is where I come from

 

The chilled air taunted by the warmth of my breath as the blue kisses my cheek

I break the cover of my alleyway and step erect into the clearing

Grey tone vision my eyes entrust in what little sight I peek

A few more steps to my surprise I find snow gets dirty, fearing

Fearing my life to begin

This is where I have been

 

Walking forward while remembering back of those first steps

Looked down upon, spoken and frowned upon

Learned lessons of love while my guard rests

Looking for that special someone to lean on

Lean on a shoulder in sin

This is where I have been

 

Strangers emerge and friends are lost while family grows

My hearts walls are built and protected strong, everlasting

So I choose to walk alone over and around dirty snow

But only love breaks hearts, this I am mastering

Mastering patience as the Raven taps

This is where I am at

 

Dirty snow even so the Raven will not go

I step for thee so he can see my feet for me

My path for me he wraps for me to guide as he rides and my heart slows

Cautious as I be, it is me the Raven taps

This is where I am at

 

Showing me and pulling me to the light that is to glow

Waiting for a smile, a laugh, no more denial

To pass the dirty snow, the battles, only one place to go

Going to clean fresh snow where my heart can grow

This is where I want to go

 

To slumber and protect her and the Raven he will part

Tapping from the Raven I shalt not feel

As one her and I can make a start

Starting new light to shine so bright so that I may show

This is where I will go.

mo ionúin

Tears share the path until split by my heart

soaking sleeves to which only one can see.

Happy tears to the left, sad ones to the right

All unspoken shoulders hold up so much

Not to step before thee I wish not to fold up

even though in my mind the words are trouble

The boundaries cannot stumble

Google can bring the chorus in and Bing will mix the message within

But the search results were already in replaced with substitutions of inspirations

Life is as simple as it is not like a caterpillar hibernating late in Fall

Like a newborn learning to crawl

like a man leaping back up from a hard fall

If it were to be that light no more could see

I would set a fire my heart

If it were to be that song could no more be sung

My vocals I would part

If it were to be that walk could no longer pace

My legs  give to replace

Sounds of song wake my morning mind and calm the day with ease and memories

Nights are warmed by third eye smiles sent through a simple message

Simple and complicated in tandem

A moon around its world wishing for a total lunar eclipse.

 

Simply put, decoded and decrypted

To which I wish nothing shady or explicit,

Xxxxxxxxxxxx!

Age makes me think of how little time some may have on this planet as I came to find this morning when I awoke to the news of a grandmother, her heart giving in to the stresses of life and time.

She is so hard core but age is harder and time is something that is not on her side right now.

We all go through life losing people close to us

It would seem that death is eventually a must

But before its too late,

Simply put

To you my heart I entrust

 

Darragh's Trust

Darragh
Rests impaled on the pikes of the heart thieves.
Walks from beside myself to greet my soul.
Lays at your feet trusting gentle foot fall.
like
A cheap oriental rug bare to dirty feet.
Scorned raven feathers plucked for nests of doves.
A wounded heart with a dagger stuck in it's back.
Preaching hypocritical words of wisdom.
Melding mind and heart as one. Envisioned.

Time Spent

Cigarettes
Filtered, Inhale
Calming, Lung filling, Killing
Time passing social relation
Distraction

Darragh

Darragh

It Lay there
On a bed of smoldering straw and raven feathers.
Wandering from page to page forgetting and forgiving my rage.
Destroyed walls rebuilt time and time again. Reforming trust and love.
Evolving, resolving pain.
Love found through still frames unseen by my eyes, grasped by my heart.

Rain

Rain
Cleanses my pain.
Clears clouded mind storms.
Saturates tired and dried skin of leather.
like
My relief overwhelming worries.
My thoughts reborn.
My heart washed from my darkness.
Drowning
The emotional torment.

My Eyes

Eyes
Truth, Vision
Seeing, Knowing, Looking
Ears, Hands - Photograph, Negative
Dimming, Confusing, Creating
Black, Lost
Dark room

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I wish
DuPont may live forever with me. 
Lasting memories of connection never to be broken.
And I would honor his loyalty.
I would beg for a peaceful departure.
So I may trust and love the next equally.
Because he trusted me, because he stands by my side.
He is always there nonjudgmental, unbiased and unconditionally.

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Guiding angel
  Walks beside me avoiding danger unseen by my eyes.
  Lays on the cold tile sucking the days heat from his wolf coat.
  Sleeps at my feet keeping the strangers of the night at bay.

like
  a gentle giant trapped in a Childs mind beyond it's time. 
  the heavens aging in grace. 
  an angel glowing in it's presence.

Revealing
  Our final destination to me.

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DuPont

He Sat there

Unconditionally at my side awaiting work at a moments notice.

Black and tan, tall and lean, descended from wolves.

Gnaws on femurs of cattle to expend the stresses of the day.

His beauty snapping necks of rubber necker's passing by deciding a safe path to walk.

His villainous facial markings disguise the affection of me from the fake.

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Because he smelled intent.

Because he heard hesitation.

Because my conscious grew aware.

Because my heart raced.

Because we calmly waited for attempts of harm.

Known as Backup to the betrayers, heeled at my side thwarted thoughts of evil.

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DuPont

Fearless , Loyal

Loving, Supporting, Intriguing

Seeing my way safe.

Guide

Time

Time
  Constructs love, emotionally.
  Destructs love, constantly.
  Pretends love initially.
like
  Forever like a soul mate.
  Forever like a true love
  Forever like a meaning.
Flying
  Forward carrying with it the aging of two.

Love Wish

I wish
My true love would find me.
So that I may no longer feel pain and loneliness.
And I would open my heart to her.
Giving truth for truth.
So that I may write the pages of life with joy.
To be happy, to be loved.
To be able to love again.

The Cricket

The Cricket
  Plays his midnight tune under it's stars
  Dreams that he were laying in his loves arms
  Takes a break to feed on the grasses blades
like
  A first chair violinist playing a concerto
  A daydream of walking on springs new greenery
  A delicate heart easily broken
Singing
  With synchronicity and love

Unwanted

Because it trusted.
Because it velieved.
Because it loved.
Because it feared.
Because it cried.
Losing my hearts ear.

My Leaf

The leaf
Plays with air like the dancer and her partner.
Runs along the grass to a dream to be.
Stops to lay rest on a bed of branches.
Like my eyes blindly traveling in the wind.
Like my toes springing from puddle to puddle.
Like my heart skipping over cracks in the dehydrated ground.
Twirling
Amongst the singing birds slightly hinting love.

6AM

DUSTY TABLETS OF SCRIPTURES OF THOUGHTS LOCKED AWAY DEEP IN A

WAREHOUSE.
COVERED IN CAMOUFLAGE NEVER TO BE SEEN.

AN OLD ARCHAIC UNDERGROUND WAREHOUSE STOCK PILED WITH FILE STORAGE

BOXES FILLED WITH UNWRITTEN LIFE.

CART PUSHERS LOOKING FOR THEIR BOX HIDDEN AND TUCKED AWAY IN VINES.
THE OLD GROWTH VINES DRAPE FROM THE RAFTERS CLUTCHING FERMENTED

GRAPES

THE BOXES

EDGES ARE STAINED YELLOW AND MURKY BROWN FROM LEACHING
MOISTURE SUCKING DRY THE THOUGHTS.
PAGES WITHERING AND WRINKLING TO EACH OTHER MELDING INK FROM ONE PAGE
TO THE NEXT.

A SPIRALING OLD AND RUSTY IRON

STAIRCASE TRAVELING ONLY DOWNWARD
BELOW WHERE ONLY ONE BOX RESTS ALONE.

A MAN STANDS GUARD.
ROBED IN BLACK FADED FROM TIME.
HIS BEARD DARK AND KNOTTED NATURALLY INTO BRAIDS.
FORGED METAL BANDS BRAIDED CIRCLING HIS UPPER ARMS AND A BLACK

FOREST OAK STAFF STANDS PERFECTLY UPRIGHT UNTOUCHED BY HIM.

HE HOVERS JUST MILLIMETERS OFF THE DIRT AND PEBBLE COVERED GROUND

SUSPENDED BY ONLY HIS MIND AND A THICK FOG ENCOMPASSES HIM.

HIS HANDS GLOW A DARK GREEN, HIS EYES STARE BLACK.
HE HAS PRAYED FOR THIS MOMENT, DESPERATION LEFT HIM EONS AGO WAITING

FOR HIM TO ARRIVE.

ABLE TO SEE WHAT IS NOT FORESEEABLE.
TOUCH WHAT IS INTANGIBLE.
SMELL WHAT IS ODORLESS.

HE BECKONS TO COME CLOSER, TO OPEN THE BOX.
HE GLIDES TO THE SIDE EFFORTLESSLY JUST BY THE MINDS WILL THAT TOLD HIM

TO DO SO.
THE LID STRUGGLES TO LIFT OPEN AS ITS APPROACHED.
LOST LOOSE PAGES ARE SUCKED IN FROM THE VACUUM.
CART PUSHERS HOLD ON TO VINES, TO THE METAL RACKS, THE IRON STAIRCASE, TO
KEEP FROM BEING SUCKED INTO OBLIVION.
GRAPES PELTING THEM IN THEIR FACES LEAVING STAINED PURPLE SMEARS ACROSS
THEIR FACES AND CLOTHES BLINDING THEM WITH AGED POISON.

THE FLOATING MANS BLACK ROBE STARTS TO GIVE INTO THE VORTEX BUT HIS

METAL BANDS KEEP IT AFFIXED AND IN PLACE.
THE COLOR OF HIS SKIN IS SUCKED FROM HIM INTO THE BOX FIRST AS THE LID
OPENS FURTHER.

METAL CARTS FLY DOWN AND AROUND HIM SLAMMING INTO THE BOX, WARPING

AND CRUSHING INTO THE NARROW OPENING.

PURE BLACKNESS IS THE ONLY THING VISIBLE FROM WITHIN.
SUCKING ALL LIGHT, ALL SOUND, EVERYTHING INTO THIS BOX.

THE LID STRUGGLES TO MOVE ANY FARTHER AND HIS STAFF NOW IS EVIDENT OF ITS

PURPOSE.
IT FITS JUST RIGHT INTO THE OPENING WITH ITS GLOW WIDENING THE GAP
FURTHER.

HEARTBEATS NO LONGER EXIST
BREATHS HAVE NO PLACE
VISION IS NO MORE

DRAINED AND WEAK THE MAN THRUSTS INTO THE BOX ONE FINAL TIME AND THE

LID DISINTEGRATES AND LIGHT EXPLODES EVERYWHERE.
ELECTRONS AND NEUTRONS RETURN TO THEIR RIGHTFUL PLACE IN SPACE.

SIGHT IS RESTORED INSTANTLY ONLY TO SEE NOTHING ONCE AGAIN.
SOUND IS REINCARNATED CONCENTRATED ON A HEARTBEAT STRONG ENOUGH TO

WAKE AND THE CEILING FAN IS ONLY SET TO LOW.
BED OF WATER MADE FROM AIR RISING UP TO REALIZE ITS ONLY 6 AM.

Mo Lachín

I walk through my mind stepping on the memories that thrust me now and then

Sometimes forgetting what steps I've taken and what steps I am going to take

A plethora of imaginable thoughts rush and flood me but my myriad of bricks keep me atop of the dangers

My crown peeks above the fog and tree tops from which evil hurls their shit  at me trying to stunt me

Thunder storms pound me and soak me to the bone trying to weaken me

Lightening strikes all around me creating craters, fallen trees, trying to slow me from reaching my top but I know I will make it

I know what awaits me. I know what calls out to me

I claw and crawl making my way past boulders and cliffs no man is worthy of

Gloom and doom become hope and happiness

Dark and storms become day and sunshine brightening my faith in that which I lost

Sun enters my heart as I reach the crest, the pinnacle of what is to be my life

My happiness

Sheep

FINGERS STAINED WITH TAINTED BLOOD POISONED BUY DIRTY MONEY

HEARTS RIPPED OUT BUY RAZORS LASHED FROM STEEL WHIPS

WOVEN WITH WINE AND WHISKEY

LACED WITH SKINS OF RATS

STOMACHS DRAWN THROUGH THE NAVELS OF INSANITY

LEACHING TOXIC WORDS UNDIGESTED BY NUBBY SOFT INCISORS

BLEEDING GUMS INGESTED TO COAT THE THROAT FOR THE TONGUE TO FOLLOW DOWN

A DOWNWARD SPIRAL INTO THE DEPTHS OF AN EMPTY STOMACH

ORGAN DONOR CARD SIMPLY READS YES PLEASE

PROSTHETIC LEGS REPLACE PHANTOM PAINS FROM FIRE

MELTING FLESH, BURNING HAIR UNABLE TO CURB THE CHILL AIR THAT SHOOTS ICE

SUBCUTANEOUSLY INTO THE SOUL

GLASS EGG SHELLS TEARING FEET CEASING AMBULATORY PROGRESS

INFINITE FORKS LAY IN THE ROAD SPEARED WITH BRAIN MATTER OF SHEEP

TOPLESS THREE ARMED UNIX ENSLAVED DROOLING ACID

LIPLESS TOOTHLESS DECAYED WALKING MATTER

PRAYING FOR DEATH THEIR ONLY REAL HOPE

Infiltration

Before vision broken, before fingers working, discovery of light was the first wonder.

Calmly awaiting my turn in line to be printed onto a new page. Such a small book yet enormous imagination.

Lands of free and chaotic miseries yet to be experienced. Wheels to turn that break flat into sneakers amongst shattered glass and hated personal holidays.

They coped and dealt with the confusion, frustrations, fears, and joys to eventually receive another page.

Hungary for knowledge and thirsty for pain that which is brought on selfishly like the best friend that doesn't speak.

Clouding judgment with acid rain pouring down on relations burning their trust down only to extinguish the flames of hurt with sorrow and guilt.

The first came and went like bees in the Fall. Bird flew South shortly there after betraying the wind and traveling with another.

I couldn't help but sting myself to wake up and see farther and beyond a wrinkle.

Realizing that in pages to come, others of the same would be printed with me.  

Early on the pages got worn, torn, used beyond understanding. Fading past from a blinded future. Smells trigger old ones and new memories become blinded before they are even born.

Destruction and assembly in mechanics kept me busy until a new and exciting tool was gifted. An element to perceive thoughts onto the pages. Intrusive, rude, and loving strokes of lead formed and told ages of time.

I remember running freely through the fields that had no name with showering droplets of water that was freedom then. No cares or thoughts of hurt.

Then, without warning, all ceased to exist. Time sped up and fun became faded. Forgotten to life and pavement where lessons were learned in a most demanding and costly way.

 

Discovery

Some would rather hide and some would rather be seen. Trees. Tree trunks hide and leaves are shown. Protecting and sheltering the trunk. The first time the leaves mature they are constantly bombarded by their environment. Its war since birth but frontlines at maturity. Only 14 rings and a trees leaves fight off many attacks but lose some as well. Learning life in the process.

The privileges were there but the choice to make prospects and trauma were the decision of stupidity.

Life is learned.

Black and Blue awards, ribbons of fear and hate were no challenge. As right as nature, random but sensible.

Understanding where to go and what it would take to get there is often misleading and uncertain. Streets never curve the same way and there is always construction. Bridges pass by, some are burnt down, and some will be rebuilt better than before. Some bridges will never coexist again. Tethered to time by hopes and dreams and not reality is what will be the downfall.

Greed.

Come into play, barter. Money. Big time.

A dream of flash and sparkles faded the twinkle of innocence into a dark sinful hater. Consequently, time speeds up again and all is lost through a white storm trampled by the horse that no one can ride. A black horse coming for one of you. Causing you to stare nothingness in the face with flashes of showering water droplets turning red. Holding the one you can say you love comfortably until erased from your page can only be overturned by turning the page. Deep, rigid lines protrude for pages and chapter to come but it gets a little faded as the book goes on.

The dream of seeing them at your wedding or Childs graduation instantly becomes a memory that will never happen.

Pain and tears run far with no direction or compass. Mind travels blindly through fog searching for reason but reason is not around yet. Patience though because reason will show her face and you will kiss her lovingly. Traumatically taken from you time to time, reason will resurface with new additions and chapters of life for the book but do not erase them for memories cannot be undone. Besides, the eraser has been nervously chewed away and now the lead is a quarter gone. Time becomes precious and more valuable than ever. Serenity becomes a battle cry and sight has no place in the real world.

 

Far Away Boy

I spent my life building this road to find love

Foundations built, destroyed

 

rebuilt

 

Blasting holes in mountains for tunnels as big as the hole in my heart

Dying to live

Fighting to survive

 

My love I did lose again

 

She lays in my arms in dreams and touch

Her hair and her lips I did touch

But now its replaced with the faint smell that is to bee my pillow

 

I walk down my road, feet tired and worn

Dragging tumble weeds that have more life than me

Not even a photograph I can see

 

As such would replace the memory of thee

A

A

 

Walk softly

They carry big sticks

 

Grow under them

Grow from them

 

You are not you to them

You are a number, another dollar

 

Waiting to be cashed in

Deposited into their pocket

The same pocket which late night pocket pool addresses their familiar booth of love

 

Reaping on our pitfalls, our demise

Bury us in their old shoe box

 

Forever under their feet

Cleaning their dirt with our bitten tongues

 

Walk softly

They carry big sticks

The River Scars

My scars though invisible run deep like a river etching its fate into a canyon

Running water never to cease carving its way deeper and deeper

 

Cutting its way to the endless point which is my heart

Taking away bits of me slowly, taunting death daily

 

Snapshots fading down with the murky water flooding dreams never to be

Plowing down old growth, sweeping away landscape changing paths of chaos

 

Waters edge becomes cliffs edge higher and higher

Dangling roots, broken branches patiently waiting to fall never to grow again

 

A lifetime in an instant

A lifetime in an instant

I miss the sound of your voice and the feel of your touch
More than life itself.

I can’t help but feel lost as much
With the thought of being by myself.

Awakening in the fields of Spring in a dream with you
Takes me to a place unforeseen, a story untold

Beyond a lifetime in an instant.

I look up to the moon and wonder why
He can’t be with the sun and worry for the stars

So I dry my eyes with my sleeve
That moistens my heart, not to cry.

My words silenced by my lips tasting a dream never to waken from
To only live for your instant and my lifetime.

8am

I wake in the morning with my mind jumping out of my head hitting the ground running.

I jump up and catch it to sniff it again.

The thoughts of my brain in sleep still lingers like the funk that grew in my mouth overnight.

I must write these down before I fully awake.

The smell of stale coffee and cigarettes waft throughout the house which is waking up my senses reordering the arrangement of operations causing it to be the best part of waking up 

But I need to get these thoughts down.

My dogs collar shakes off the morning dew and his dog tags clank in his forest of fir that

shines with tri color fancy.

The pool pump runs like I'm sitting in the baggage claim and the sound of the jumbo jets

sneak up through the carriage and out with the baggage that will not be claimed.

I need to get these ideas down but I wipe my eyes from the sleep to only see what is always there.

A blank keyboard dried with the flakes of crusty eye poo fallen from my lashes that

kept out the nights bed bugs.

I stare at my keyboard but nothing comes out, its 8 am.

Cleanse Me

The rain will come one day

To wash away the decay from my heart

Needing to break out of my chest

It claws, ripping and tearing through

Needing light, sight

Insight which manifests from my minds sight

Transforming

Energy evolved

Spreading away and thin fading into darkness

Never to forget my hearts memory stored on the backs of broken dreams

Desire not which thy seeks

But to desire that which thy reaps

Heart tires of weeping, tires from pain

Heavy and sinking that which I built to keep afloat