| Lady Raven- Jessica Galbreth |
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| Belladonna - Jessica Galbreth |
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| Enchantress |
| Wednesday, June 29, 2005 |
I love playing with these photos, switching them around and creating something entirely different from the originals. So far, most of the shots found on "Captivated" were taken in a private shoot by my friend Michael Woodward (see right side toolbar for a link to Michael's website). He's a fantastic photographer.
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posted by the Raven @ 8:00 PM  |
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| Landscaping Life |
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i am left speechless by your soul excavation...
you have dug deep inside the heart we share
and have exposed rich fragments of soil's sustenance...
together, we are planting seeds in the void...
fertilizing forever's prospect...
seeing sapplings bud and bloom....
earthbound nutrients feed our soul's vibration...
growing stability of oak tree foundation...
supporting life's limitless sky...
where stars rest on branches...
and eternity rustles gently in the breeze...
this love tree creates the air...
we need not breathe. |
| posted by the Raven @ 7:46 PM |
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| Release 1 |
| Tuesday, June 28, 2005 |
dancing inside myself
i feel free...
flying on the breeze...
quiet whispers of
song...quietly singing
to myself
a sweet melody...
spreading my arms...
like wings...
dewdrops on my palms
moonlight caressing my mind...
within a fire's blaze
sparks bright...
shines aglow..
a woman's laugh in a
distant place
and i remain...
atop this mountain...
preparing for my
take off
January 19, 1999
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| posted by the Raven @ 10:54 PM |
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| feeling bigot hell |
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trapped by ignorance
pinned down by nails...
hiding from others
and from ourselves...
we live our lives...lies...
nothing is real...
the untold truth
burns inside our souls...
fire of the brain...pain...
suffer...why?
no one cares...
me, you, him, her...us.
we care, just we...
they don't ...won't.
never have they
never they will...
hiding...us, we, you, me...
why...why must we?
stop we say
end the hurt
cause less tears...
the fire's blaze...rage...
anger builds...
mind's sour taste...
corruption. no...
still here, just sad...
hearts can't grow...so?
let us go
out of the grips...
bigotry...eternity...
we still stay
stuck...
in this disgusting thing...
they call...
life.
October 17, 1997 |
| posted by the Raven @ 7:38 PM |
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| they can't all be love poems... |
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| i think i'm going to add some old stuff to this blog... some of the dark that has haunted me, some of the light that has helped me see...some of my journals that will one day be part of the books that have yet to be written. what do we think of this? it's a scary prospect to put so much of my brain onto a website...hmmm.... |
| posted by the Raven @ 11:20 AM |
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| darkness becomes her |
| Saturday, June 25, 2005 |
 ripping my soul from the back of my spine
i dance freely into satan's arms
caressed by the silken delusion of temptation.
hell's raging thunder ignites
fury fire fits of steel cold eyes.
your siren song brings me back
from my darkness |
| posted by the Raven @ 2:14 AM |
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| wishing well |
| Friday, June 24, 2005 |
captivated...my heart
can't hold much more...
spilling over the edge...
of my red blue purple pink...
well of tears...not dry
anymore since you
came stumbling...into me...
issue the lifeline of my blood
a permit for fishing...up
long-lost lovers...swimming
in desire... i am waiting here
patiently...longing for solace
in your kiss...i am swinging from vines...
fishing lines...that are searching for me
spell-binding me...trying me...dying me...
forevermore signing me...up...
for family company...
the wishing well...wishes me well...
says goodbye...to my penny-jarred noose...
no more fishing...no more coins for wishing...
cuz those wishes...are now truth... |
| posted by the Raven @ 8:10 PM |
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| life's line... |
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turning pages before me,
of mystery's unspoken truths
i dabble in the breath-lines
seeking answers to
delicious love circles
written in red and blue...
you're whispering secrets through
paper's golden hue
you've colored the world around me
this O positive lifeline
of love can breathe
into me...through me
i bleed my love for you. |
| posted by the Raven @ 1:05 PM |
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| highlighter |
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lover...
you are the highlighting
in my life's instruction manual...
red orange yellow...scribbled
notes in the margins...with
green blue purple inkblots...
smearing out the rules
they've laid before us...
cuz rules ain't meant to
be followed...when it comes
to you...and me...you see
you're laying down foundations...
of ever-growing...spirit-flowing
pavement...building lifetimes of...
richness...in all our poverty...
reforming emotions for the welfare
of my soul...coming together
into one tight package of
family heart and...integrating
life's lessons...erasing nothing
of the past...except
the feeling of pain...
because everything is colorful...
since you came... |
| posted by the Raven @ 12:30 PM |
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| Music 2 |
| Thursday, June 23, 2005 |
finding the beat to...mesh with you...
the silent whispers of my song
beneath blaring chords...in C minor...
sing odes to....love's richness...
fear's poverty...vulner able...to you...
moving your feet to the beat of my
salsa’s swaying syncopation...
surging symbiotic synergism...
this unfamiliar need for
wailing...rhythmic...persuasion.
you move to a beat
all your own...
i move freely...
but always come home...
when night falls upon you and i
in candlelight jazz...
a starlit sky...
our feet move in harmony...
our hips flow graciously...
we create...
a dance...outside...of ordinary... |
| posted by the Raven @ 12:00 AM |
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| wind in my hair |
| Tuesday, June 14, 2005 |
today is as good as any to tell you....
you soar me to higher planes...weave me
in and out of earth's atmosphere....
allow me just enough of this place to breathe...
and yet you know i need no air...when you are near...
you stay with me in dream's wakefulness...
and caress my intuitions about god's given gifts...
you speak wordless whispers of love's sacrifice...
silent smokeless syllables surround this sacred life...
building dreamboats of rocking chairs and false teeth...
you have no idea...how much you mean to me. |
| posted by the Raven @ 1:00 PM |
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| in tune |
| Monday, June 13, 2005 |
the raven flies in time with the
rhythm of your rhyme...listening...
carefully...to your soul's pleas...
to satisfy your every need...
the arch of your back so slight...
hands grabbing my hair...so tight...
rocking at a tempo all your own
my tongue responds...to your moan. |
| posted by the Raven @ 7:50 PM |
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| broke down walls |
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i found...perfektion...in your kiss
promises will be...unbroken...
honor flourishes in this...
keep open heart and mind
i shall caress them with love...
these magik hands will touch
what others...failed to find
first is my life, my love to you...
i will bleed...red vibrance...
onto your pages of...forever's truth...
can you be the tear wiping warrior
when the wounds are slow to heal...
let me drink you to satiety
on eternity's golden wheel. |
| posted by the Raven @ 2:06 AM |
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| fire |
| Wednesday, June 01, 2005 |
this pit of fire is fixating on for evah...
time gets lost in my delirium
this is intensity's heat
not imagination's game...playing trick or treat
with mind's eyes shut
i shall repair your broken wings.
through looking glass i dare you reach...
through me..into me.
can you see me? Love, hear me
you are perfection...to me.
my soul cries wonder
for you
you...just amaze me |
| posted by the Raven @ 2:22 AM |
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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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