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litha and sex magichow,
in the midsummer's circle he
was pressing his tongue into her
flower petal heart peeling out and tracing
stars into her skin hoping
the sage would keep on
burning, wasted away
into the cracks of the
house;
little cottage in the woods that
sighed against the copse
and the curl
of her fingers against his
back
her pale yellow dress making
waves against the moonlight,

the erotes were good to her that night
but asked too much
of only bodies they received
each
ascend & de-
cline, rose quartz spilling off
into the air

and the city, thick
& rot with
greed,
forgotten

One True LoveYou found me deep in the darkness
Even though I didn't want to be found
You heard me weeping on my knees
Alone in the dark; no one to love

Every sign pointed to different directions
But every sign lead to a dead end
I couldn't see where I was going
But the signs made it seem as if I can take any road

Every one I asked said follow the signs
Their smiles and hunched backs pointed to only darkness
Alleys with cheap tricks and lies
Cities that had so many signs to happiness

Brothels, bars, casinos, to even nightclubs
This place started to scare me
But I became so attracted to this darkness
I wanted to stay longer; maybe something here can mak

Tears of an AngelA crystal tear drop,
Blue as sapphire,
Beautiful in the light,
Of the Moon.
This shining jewel,
Filled with pain,
Of a child's last breath.
A pure emotion,
In this shimmering object,
A gift,
Unto the soul.
Yet tainted,
By greedy thoughts.
Wanting to obtain this crystal jewel.
Turning it,
From it's iridescent Sapphire,
To the opaque Tourmaline.
It must be cleansed,
It must be pure again,
Take it to the child,
The child of Forever White.
The soul will be lost,
With no way back.
Go cleanse it,
And save,
This unfortunate soul.

NumbIm numb, there is no rage...
Im numb, no pain to cause my tears.
Tired of this rollercoaster of affection, when family hugs then stabs me..
So tired of hearing, keep the past behind you , move forward..
Only to have my past shoved in my face time and again.
I AM a good person, with a warm heart...and that heart gets hurt alot...
Im numb.. Im tired and I never want to open my eyes to lies of love again.

the way home"we are made of stars"
they wrote in my
new book

he drew one of his
nautical stars
and I can navigate

by the light of stars
such as these
we are made

On the EdgeThere is a cliff at the edge of the world
Storm clouds gather and the wind howls
While I stand, arms stretched wide
Embracing

Lightning shatters the endless darkness
CRACK! splits the cacophony
Thunder follows, so loud I can feel it
Reverberating

Wind whips the waves into mad crests below
Salt spray stinging jubilant eyes
Dolphins leap through the swells, fearless
Celebrating

There is peace amid your careful chaos
Knowledge that all things balance in the end
Fierce joy at being swept up in your arms at last
Accepting

Frustration"My smile is fake today, inside im shaking.My bright eyes dont shine from happiness, they hold back tears of fear and frustration.Im not out walking in the sun to feel it's warmth, Im running away from the pain where I stay.Today is not a good day"

The PainterThe road twists like a river, like a snake
Brings me past trees on the hills that roll
The brushstrokes of a master evidenced
In the absolute care and precision that
The leaves are dabbled on, pointed
Like hands, like hearts.

And the farms, fields cleared, plowed,
Planted and harvested in good time
The geometry perfect, yet natural
The chronology - dare it be said - divine
And beside, the fields not man made
But cleared by the artist Himself.

Within I see flowers - white points -
Scattered randomly, beautifully
Lit along with the grass in an expertly
Executed wash of evening sunset,
Now disclosing bending, lovely, towering
Trees, oaks, pine

Praddling Tides Of JudgmentalismHow is it you feel justified to judge me
Or to condemn the way I embrace my affection
Do you think you are somehow better
While you call my morality into question
Are you such a ridiculous drama queen
That you think that you're perfect and blameless
For there is none on earth that is pure
None that remains white as snow it's your faithlessness
That brings to question who we are really meant to be
Yet you praddle on and on
With eyes that never learn a thing
Because you are set in yourself
And see none other in their suffering
Arrogance so blind it can strangle the life
Out of the spirit of nobility
Sickening greed so powerful
That no more is t

barriersadjusting the angle of the laser gun
that points at a
caleidoscopic stew so far;
essentially, aiming
at the moon.

so trickle his days.

-

an alchemist,
he devotes himself to
alloys,
forcing the torrid and the
potent to
copulate
with the torpid, milk-white and the ilk,

sparking specks of
all the colours of the universe,
and more.
striking stone against
another, they
proliferate,

but never do
cohere
into a single pattern.

a scientist,
he despairs
over the technicolour platter.

-

yeshu rides through the groomed, hushed city
picking up prostitutes and cracking peanuts,
it is a tender
night and the wind rubs its head against his ca

nothing is the limit i am 5'10 barefooted,
and the 5" heels i wear
are to make boys like
you
insecure about women like
me.

i only want the clicking
of my heels to be like a
time bomb
for you, signaling the end of
everything.

my lipstick doesn't stain,
and my nail polish doesn't
chip, and everything about
me is made to be
perfect.

so look over your shoulder
and sleep with one eye open
because on of these days,
i
will
rule
the
world.

Fear the Darki do not understand why no one helps us
we are hurting
we are being hurt
we cry out for help
for mercy
but no one comes to our aid
there are so many people who could intervene
but they choose themeslves
instead of others
our bodies carry our pain like war scars
our tears are shed without evidence that they were ever there
we are always there whether you see us or not
we are always waiting for that one person who will
look at us and finally see us
instead of looking through us
or averting their eyes
they pretend we do not exist
that were not worth their time
or their help
and i guess we are not worth it
when so many people look at us
and see nothing
it's hard to see ourselves in any other light
we live in the shadows
we see how you treat us
we see the pity and disgust in your eyes
but you do not see the understanding in ours
because according to you we do not have
the right to be here
we do not even diserve the kick you throw our way
you think that we are just animals
lower than even th

cessation: paradoxcessation: paradox

psalmic glossolalias frame divinity adrift
in every crevice but our caustic conscious
falsifying thoughts.

cogitation darkens unseen cosmikaos
flames departing every untamed moment,
every mind-imprisoned breath, wreathing
consequenceless happening with a fallacy
of death:

a beginning and conclusion---causal, linear,
and shamed---bereft of anthrocentric order
man self-righteously

proclaimed.

we stand now at symphonic gates of sanity
unfurled, anarchic christly bellows to make
ashes of their world. should reason strike a
fancied cobweb, echoing necrotic praise, resign
deluded neurons to the timelessly annointed
blaze an

Life and DeathLife and death
go hand in hand
One a lover; one a friend
One will give and one will take
Both will steal all that you make

One will beat you ;make you brave
The horrors of the common day

One will try and hold you tight
So you'll stop breathing by the night

One will scowl and carry on
Tears still come long past dawn

On will try to stay away,
Not wanting you to be scared today

Both will hurt but both still love
Don't be afraid, both shall come

I know a placeI know a place,
where everything is pure.

Where life is a dance on roses,
and no one ever gets stinged by thorns.

Because nobody can ever be sad, hurt or ill up there,
pain simply doesn’t exist at any rate.

I know a place,
where springs of water becomes eternal life.

Where everybody can taste the water,
and yet nobody can drown.

Because His holyness and love is ever present,
as it embraces everyone in happiness and fill them all.

I know a place,
where the light is good and bright.

Where everything is lit up with goodness and love,
and nobody gets sun burned or feels alone.

Because God has created a Paradise of light up there,
me

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Yesterday, I saw herDark clouds linger on city streets
All squirrels in their boughs asleep
Another day went by in darkness
And the night passes away in sadness

Yesterday I saw her
As silently she slept
Yesterday, I sat by her
Beside her bed I wept

The leaves hustle on empty streets
And autumn sighs as the winds sweep
Another day passed into gloom
And the night was lit by the moon

Yesterday I saw her
As silently she slept
Yesterday, I stood by her
And a rose by her I kept

Still is the WindA dreadful wind came seeking me,
On a night of June while I was asleep.
She embraced my soul and allowed me to see,
The darkest fears in my minds I keep.

I shook and shivered, closed my eyes,
Tried to run and held on to the lies;
But she roared in rage and shoved me ashore
From where I saw the sea of yore.

The waves spelled names from heaven and hell,
Of love and hate, of wilting friends,
Of nights I spent and relationships I help bend
And of times I thought my life ends.

I cried, I wept, told her I regret
Yet she held onto me until I accept
My lies, my fears, my mistakes and suicide threats,
The world I cursed for wars and dea

Silent MessageA strange note rests whither a corpse lay
In a pool of blood, dark and red.
A murky light hung in its eyes of bygone and lost gray.

None knew this man who hath been dead
Or murdered by some foul play.
Morning was nigh but the gloomy clouds kept it at bay.

Silent message of dread was spread on that winter day
Of a note he wrote ‘fore he was dead.
And as the darkness returned, his corpse began to decay.

“I saw Him cloaked in death and terror riding on his stead –
Such a specter of grief and dismay.”
The faces froze that read this note as darkness impaled the day.

Whether light shown they knew not, near or far awa

A World in DisguiseShe has a pretty smile and most beautiful eyes
Dancing feet and a singer’s voice
She has silken hair that in glittering gold flare
Tiny fingers which play piano in the air

She has a soul to care and a heart so subtle
Emotions for everyone in her mind nestle
She is dear to the birds and scented flowers
And to the rain that in her garden showers

She is a keen listener and a quick learner
A sharp thinker and an avid dreamer
She cannot read nor can she write
But by her imagination she can paint a world bright

With a frail touch she learns to guide
Her imaginations, of a world in disguise
With a softest voice she talks to those

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by ~ravenend, Feb 6, 2013, 9:19:04 AM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

Swim into this dream I've painted:
Blue waters and clear skies – they all look the same;
Calm and quiet, shallow and tame,
Lacking a horizon, just a blue overspread
On a sheet of paper without a name,
Leaping, lapping, painless and insane
Swim into this dream I've painted.

Run into this dream I've painted:
Green fields under a canopy of tall trees;
Still and silent, faint and plain,
Without a shade, just a green outlaid
On a sheet of paper without a name,
Entwined, entangled, pathless and inane
Run into this dream I've painted.

Meet me there, somewhere in-between
The shore-line and the tree-line,
Azure blue and emerald green
No light or night, without moon or sunshine
Come join me in this seam
And paint it fair, this dream of mine
With your snow-white marble gleam.

Seamby ~ravenend

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*DanikaMilles Mar 11, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

I am overwhelmed with your words

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~ravenend Mar 13, 2013

Very kind of you, Sarah!

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*DanikaMilles Mar 13, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

It is just the truth. You are very good with words.

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~FoxofEbony Feb 8, 2013

I love the idea of painting a dream such beautiful imagery.

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~ravenend Feb 9, 2013

Thank you!

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~FoxofEbony Feb 9, 2013

you're welcome

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~juniorel Feb 6, 2013 Writer

I

that last stanza most of all. There's just something about it.

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~ravenend Feb 8, 2013

Thank you juniorel

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