| Lady Raven- Jessica Galbreth |
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| Belladonna - Jessica Galbreth |
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| bridge toward home |
| Sunday, September 02, 2007 |
i've journeyed past predictability.
right into the expectation of your soul
and out of reincarnated dreams.
feel me. under standing lifetimes lost
from in between. master my poetry.
write scriptures into delicately-layed
parchment, your quill is my fire,
setting ablaze history, resurrected
from the ashes. i see. a metamorphosis,
tiny. discrepancies. tread lightly;
these tree-topped embers permeate deep;
growing cold within new-found light.
i am the antithesis of my imagination,
suspended mid-air, catching glances.
waking to the sound of spirits calling,
i swear i hear my name in the shadows.
it must be you, filtered by oceans.
waving my dreams into hibernation...
it's cold this time of year. let me
warm you from right here. i'm right here.
bridging the time between this moment
and our last 'i do' ... you hear me
clear through night air. distance
is lost in space and time...once again. |
posted by the Raven @ 9:44 PM  |
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| the path |
| Tuesday, August 07, 2007 |
lacking in security,
there is only one direction to go
from atop that pedestal.
humanity. fallen from perfection.
cycles pattern, deconstructing mystery.
one. the big love. we are
creatures from beneath earth's protection.
we protect. we heal. we create.
we start over again and learn.
we test, we detest, we surge upward
and spiral back down.
speak to me not of what you believe
rather what you know; the infinite
wisdom of our ancestors, ingrained.
we start over again.
((in my travels, i have found infinity within the spirits of elders. within infinity, i have found you. take me to places in which you reside. don't hide. i'm right here and we'll grow together.))
marked.
branded.
my tattooed soul.
need i explain my purpose once more?
we've journeyed our voyage to endless streams,
teaming for optimum performances.
we stand. gazing over oceans, searching.
stepping into wilderness, we know not what awaits;
i am uncovered in your presence;
you are my reflection.
my medicine and your spirit.
bringing breath to life.
and we start over again. |
| posted by the Raven @ 6:12 PM |
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| when given the chance |
| Saturday, July 21, 2007 |
recycled heart beats
given a chance among defects
tattered and torn, time weathered
prove worthy misguided steps
turning back to re.new.all
where is my voice among echoes?
i've called for you a dozen times
but the lines seem to be crossed.
mixing messages
i'm lying dormant among shadows…waiting
skipping beats to get back on track
reclaiming provisions. given.
take 'em back.
i've (been) lost a dozen years
i'm tired and worn
dipping into my soul,
recovering only ashes.
coming up short
lacking substance
i think i will die today…
fire awaits my arrival.
dust in the flames,
resurrected
my will toward change…
the winds are changing…a new day rises with the sun
i must have jarred my pieces,
found them in the cooled darkness of my mind
preserved and waiting. lids are tight
needing strength to be reopened
open me. parts were lost in translation and i'm in need of your fluency
let's (re)write scriptures.
personalize spirit within cored chords
my literacy (be)comes
integrated synapses
syncopated with breath
retrieved my mind, though dust particles linger
some day i'll be (re)born.
earthed lights
anticipate my arrival.
i'm present
in the most distant way possible
and i'm rewinding
all over again
revisiting
entrapment aches for freedom
patience. love.
i'm working toward my release,
wiping my feet on the mat
before entering re.new.all |
| posted by the Raven @ 6:14 PM |
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| rhythmic brush strokes |
| Friday, June 29, 2007 |
my art is inspired by
truths laying deep within
canvases of my soul.
screaming for whole.
when darkness falls
upon lowered eyes,
will i see beyond the few
feet in front of me?
my ease-all holds its tongue
as acrylics form layers,
dancing innuendoes of hindsight
long forgotten. rhapsody blues
created by accentuated cadence
fills the air surrounding my plague
with lonely gothic bliss.
i am amiss.
lingering shadows tell lies,
hanging their weary heads
among my colored palate.
something has gone awry.
unforeseen hauntings skewing
~~perception~~
the downward spiral
moving me half-past dead
toward lightened sunrises.
my body burned, crisp as
a new day. stroking the pages,
a finely brushed portrait emerges.
landscaped to portray subtle
messages of internal musings.
incomplete artistry.
soured truth.
my rhythm offbeat to norms but
tunes resurrect my voice, singing.
swaying syncopations altering
brush-stroked images.
spin.
step the beat up a notch.
i am painting colors into life,
creating a meditative world,
peacefully prosed. hips grind
mid-air to master rhyme and
unleash truths, starting over again.
beautiful. rhythmic. divine love.
my art is inspired.
and unfinished. |
| posted by the Raven @ 6:17 PM |
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| m.end control |
| Monday, June 25, 2007 |
i'm mending.
i'm ending the life i once lived and
creating new nails for scratching and
claws for digging my way up to mountain's top.
top me. i've been dominant my whole life,
control is my middle name but
it's time to let go. it's time to give in.
the universe surrounding me, pleading with me
to relinquish it all. so take it.
what are you waiting for?
you've wanted it all along. now i hand it over
and you hesitate? do you want me
to submit to your every desire or
do you want to bottom? make up your mind,
i'm losing patience…
patience…i'm the most patient person
you'll ever meet…perhaps. it gives me
control over my internal arena. helps me
remain calm and in control of my emotions...
in control…but cross me and patience is gone.
control, i'm ending my relationship with you.
wait…does that mean i'm in control of
our connection? should i rather
allow you control over this relationship?
am i supposed to let go of you gradually or
do i just walk away all at once or
do you get to tell me when it's over?
i'm confused.
confusion.
unassociated logic between
options, plaguing my mind.
revolving glasses spiraling in
concentric circles. downward.
moving toward disillusion.
illuminated pits fallen illogically
into disordered chaos.
lacking all control.
control. there you are again.
when can i let you go? why won't you
let me walk away in peace, allow me the
peace of mind i need? i'm mending.
i'm ending the need to own and
owning my need to let go. |
| posted by the Raven @ 6:18 PM |
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| smile |
| Sunday, June 17, 2007 |
your smile
crosses blue mountains with purple raindrops
to sit delicately upon my eyelashes…sliding past
fortresses of misty haze…look away…
i have mastered the art of longing…i have
fought the wars of trying…jumping through
screened fences…swan-diving into your arms…
my tears drip waterfalls into rushing rivers
racing toward time-meets-space and
making their way westward;
downstream to the tides before them.
in the spaces between dream and awake
i envision nightingales, delicately
perched on horizon's edge, raining
moonsongs into morning. i smile
with tongue-tied fantasies waking my mind
your caress softening an evergreen world,
king to my throne.
past reflections reveal soulful journeys toward
my present within your grooves. my future,
this story incomplete without your smile
penetrating life… arousing my hips,
amusing my laughter, awaiting my mouth.
your smile singing bird whispers to my soul…
you've incarnated my dreams to reality.
unexplained…unafraid to discriminate between
a rock and a hard place…there's passion in
orchids, resilience in depths, abundance in making.
sweet is the sigh of your laughter upon my tongue,
hailing moon-shaman rituals…delicately entwined
in your rich flavors…seasoned to perfection |
| posted by the Raven @ 5:49 PM |
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| the journey home, part 2 |
| Monday, June 04, 2007 |
"the embrace"
the enchantment of your smile
petitions me toward revolution
signing away the very last embrace
i planned to keep for my Self.
i give you my all;
the whole of me nestled
among mended wings.
i'll fly, with you as my guide
to higher topped corridors...
bending light, casting shadows
to the sea.sides shuddering.
aching, my skin calling for
warm meditative circles of you;
without dis.guise, i follow you
into alternating worldly
creations of thought, splendid
recovery toward foresight.
dance my perceptions
out of this oblivion and
aware me to the possibilities of love.
i am without thought,
thinking from wilted memory.
alternating the footsteps of our waltz
we weave pleasure into baskets of harmony,
lifting spirit inside poetry,
words kissed to the sky.
i shall…revolve my legs around your waist,
accentuate the curve of my spine as
galaxies collide in my mind.
your moon is my sunlight, raining
pleasure tears across space and time.
you are my perfectly-aged wine,
sliding across my tongue, tasting you.
sipping you; the nectar of your fruit
slipping delicately down my throat.
ageless is the shaman who joins us;
bringing us a perfect unison. |
| posted by the Raven @ 11:00 AM |
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| free for movement |
| Friday, June 01, 2007 |
i'd run circles around their minds
trying to find their true nature.
but within the crevices i find
caricatures, perfectly riddled
messages of inaccuracy, idling
wild insinuations streamlined by
prophetic transcriptions. their beasts
spewed from the comfort i housed;
gave home-age to the who presented
and left me bare-boned and broken
down. my core wrath manipulated,
under stood ground. once tested,
twice scarred but, elegant enough
to pick myself up...again...perhaps.
against the grain i managed to
feed from unordinary fruits. recalled,
my embodiment of earth, possession's
detailed fortitude, enduring tides sequenced
within our universal sky. i calm. the seas
once stagnant over-activity brought me
rainbows of silenced tears, while dew
dropped heavy down my face. i was
one jury away from falling. i'd dug
my own grave and was settling nicely
for a long uncomfortable sleep among shadows.
nostalgic masochism bringing back muddy water.
there is something to be said of timing. she said:
they never stop viewing you as what you start as.
perhaps i should have never begun ...
for now, i remain stuck, between rocks and
hardened dicks eyeing my ass as i walk
narrow halls. i would much rather be
the ugly well-respected geek than
a gawked at swan creature. this brain
they've failed to pay. misdiagnosed by
credentials too neglected to mention.
pushed past breaking ... out the door.
newness on horizon's edge, i am now
free for movement...
thank you for disappointing me
into my strength. |
| posted by the Raven @ 4:18 PM |
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| About Me |
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Name: the Raven
Home: Lost in Illusion
About Me: wanderer, seeker, free-spirit; i defy convention, am a motivator of free thinking and deep self exploration; i help others ponder reality and society; i inspire, intrigue, excite...bring others into my self and release them as stronger, more colorful creatures.
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