| Lady Raven- Jessica Galbreth |
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| Belladonna - Jessica Galbreth |
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| you secure me |
| Thursday, August 25, 2005 |
your essence...remains
in my head...constantly shredding
my thoughts...on paper strings...
torn verses stick out...of
waste basket tendencies...
instigating identities...stolen...
lyrical...language...bound by...
uncertainties...only to discover...
there is more than...one me...
perhaps there is...
no honesty
failed attempts to...re create
the lost pieces...of
uninhibited exposure...
surrendered frailty of
soul searched personality...
hold me hostage in this...
vulner ability...
but i digress...
your essence...remains
in my head...constantly shredding
my thoughts...on paper strings...
you control...the wheels that
move me...you moan
small wonders that...
break me to pieces...your buttons
are on...fraying focused thoughts
into...gibberish...providing
some sense of...security...
from the monsters...that try
to...steal this identity...
perhaps only you...
prompt honesty
you've minced portraits of
my expectations...they just weren't
supposed to be...your razor
blades cut away...the sorrow
in me...revealing a life line
lasting...for eternity...
you've created steel trust...
unable to bend...break...rust...
perfectly suited...for us...
clearly...
your essence...remains
in my head...constantly shredding
my thoughts...on paper strings...
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| pinstripe suit |
| Tuesday, August 23, 2005 |
i told her
i just had a vision of you
in a pinstripe suit
and pimp hat...
me in a fancy dress...
going somewhere...don't know where
what do you think of that?
she said
i have a reply...just gonna hold it...
you gotta take it out of my mouth
with your mouth...
i said
i wish to breathe your words
from you...into me...silently…
write me to your soul
with permanent ink...
so i won't wash away...
i said
i miss your cooking...
cooking me up nice and steamy hot
then eating me for dessert
after I've had a nice
five course meal of you...
she said
i will cook you up...
and eat you like i lived
in a 3rd world country
and i was sitting at the table
with jesus...having the last supper...
i said
well damn...
where's that pinstripe suit? |
| posted by the Raven @ 6:49 PM |
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| the essence of my grandfather |
| Sunday, August 21, 2005 |
vapor rising up through long, thin-necked stem...
smells just like him...and i say the words
"this smells just like pop"...out loud...with a smile...
perhaps too loud...
the warmth runs through my veins
exhausting the pain...curled inside my chest
from being so far away...
sizzling sodas atop a wet-lined shore of
27 years...flooded with amor...
mixing up the past
and present and future...
the taste radiates through my pores...
knowledge of dis ease
in nasal cavities...my senses will breathe
away his cancerous maladies...i pray his
61 years of promises...will forever outlast
death's uncertainties...
so while i sip his beloved juice...
and all the years of love and truth...
i dazzle myself with memories of him...
i saturate my soul
in his gin... |
| posted by the Raven @ 1:02 AM |
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| explosion |
| Saturday, August 20, 2005 |
the prospect of severance
rips lacerations through
my soul...bleeding fine lines
of tormented delirium
across this weathered
skull...sinking into pit falls
of abandoned ships...
left for hungry...dead in
my tracks...rainbows
and butterflies
can't conquer all ills...
when compromise is
on battle lines...
what storm brought this
into my heart?
because it has left
significant marks
of damage-beaten
torn off parts...
fractured fragments
feel like formidable
fountains of eternal
pain...broken up...
regurgitated through
my blown out
brain...bombed
crevices of life
lay scattered across
oceans of dark murkiness...
washed up hope is wreckage
in vulnerability's game... |
| posted by the Raven @ 10:45 AM |
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| second coat of paint |
| Friday, August 19, 2005 |
perhaps i need a second coat of paint
seems i'm not bright enough for you...
perhaps it will add some glimmer and shine
and i'll get some attention from you...
or is it the color that you don't like?
i thought the affect of pink satin glow
struck luster in your mind...
do i need to be a darker tone?
what would a shade of bronze
do for you? is brown a
tone you are more attracted to?
maybe i need a bolder, stronger hue…
one that highlights a crowd...
it might turn your attention from
the rest of the world
and help you appreciate this milieu...
perhaps it isn't a second coat at all,
rather a texture you seek
one with bumps and grooves...
seems my surface might not suit you well...
too soft? or is it too smooth...
or maybe the color is too bright, too
bold, too strong...and you need a shade
lighter on me...should i lighten it up
or is this enough? cuz i'm confused
about what you need...but then again...
if it's a second coat you seek
then why you still here?
perhaps my color, my texture, my tone
is perfect indeed...even if
it don't seem that way to me... |
| posted by the Raven @ 6:20 PM |
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| another gallon of pain please!!! |
| Thursday, August 18, 2005 |
the girl at the checkout knows me by name
and every dollar i spend...
she knows
i sleep on the couch...have blotches of
white putty...spackling the walls
she knows
my bed room is covered...in plastic
and a fine layer of dust...
she knows
i return to see her...about 3 times a week
and never on the weekend
she knows
i have 2,000 more squared feet
awaiting my brush and that i have
almost fallen off that damn ladder
a dozen times...or so...
she knows
i have bath tub blues...pipes
that need a'fixin...and
she knows
the randomness running through my
head while I play miss fix-it
in this space I call...home...
like:
come away with me
in the night...
i'm bridging on disaster
but loneliness only has one o...and I've
had many...so how lonely am i?
why is this color so dark...and what
would barney rubble's theme song be?
she knows
I've got paint under my feet
and dirt in my hair and
scratches in my
glass-framed eyes...
she knows
i'm exhausted but
there's still so much
to do... |
| posted by the Raven @ 10:56 PM |
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| i write myself to sleep |
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i know no other way...
to cope...with the emptiness
beside me...the memory of
your kiss...is eternally
affixed to these lips...
i breathe shallowly...
desperately...trying to
retain the air you created
inside these lungs...
when daylight breaks
through weathered
night clouds...i rise...
pained by the loneliness in
my eyes...moving about
the day with check-marked
to-do list in fist...
but each step takes strength
in what once was effortless...
no bars hold me captive...
no way to reach through
wire less ness...i await
your voice...ringing horns
in my head...when the
minutes are free...then slowly...
i write myself to sleep... |
| posted by the Raven @ 9:47 AM |
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| mirrors of eternal breath |
| Thursday, August 11, 2005 |
in mindfulness...be
without knowledge of me
i am sitting in
your proximity...
gracefully caressing ideals
of ancient days to come...
see...the muse
amuses the wit of your sanity...
writing poetry
comprehending the rhythm of your
wisdom's rhyme fullness...
i've danced upon the tomb
where butterflies lie...
where poetry dies...
reviving the death of
spirit's wakefulness...
mirrored reflections show
reversed descriptions from the
kiss of your soul...
between thighs so deep
you bleed into me
verses of tongue's captivity...
hold hostage the key
to unleash me
out of the womb...
and into translation
of arms embracing
an agnostic faith...reveal...
revel...in the hot spring
fountain of youth...
cry the name aloud...
godliness comes only
from your breath... |
| posted by the Raven @ 9:30 AM |
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| prophetic gifts |
| Wednesday, August 03, 2005 |
nourish your soul...grow...
out of womb...
into spiritual symbiosis...
drink love liquid until
then some...feed from the spout
where insecurities are healed...
become stronger...bones aching from
augmenting alliterations...
let loose the thread
unveil cloaked dimensions of
artistic hems...shout to her
those internal delicacies...
trust universe captivity...
gifts received fit flawlessly
on the body of your skin...
despite expectation's
painted perfect picture... |
| posted by the Raven @ 11:44 AM |
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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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