| Lady Raven- Jessica Galbreth |
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| Belladonna - Jessica Galbreth |
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| creating |
| Thursday, September 15, 2005 |
you electrify me with your electricity...
high conductance...low resistance...
perfectly fingered in socket snapshots...
exhilarating my soul... bare skinned and
naked truth shows through the windows
you call eyes...blood born from your
womb does not haunt my mind...rather
draws me closer to your red...
construction of built-in persistence...
from the ground up...envisioning love...
resurrecting breath from foundation...
you are creation...within perfection...
no tape measure necessary...
didn't you know i can sew...tailor made and
ready to show...the world is waiting for
your arrival...i shall clothe you, if that be
your need...shelter you from pain's intensity...
pin-pricked...your puncture wounds open
gate ways to energetic waves...flooding
out the homeless past...bringing you back
to sanctuary... |
posted by the Raven @ 11:01 PM  |
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ohh...how quickly you fill me
with wonder and amaze ment...
make me feel i am a mighty,
powerful warrior...i am ...
goddess in your soul's path...
freeing you from pasts of
unrequited love and...
embedding new persistence of
dangerous highs in your breath...
i cast my wings across
the shadows of your mind...
take you into endless time...
replenish the fruited temptress
upon your lips...
in your bed i have become...
your vixen... |
| posted by the Raven @ 11:00 PM |
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| pop's essence...part 2 |
| Monday, September 05, 2005 |
here's to you, pop...
i raise my glass in honor of the
brilliance he is...bubbles rise
to the occasion...burying silver ice
at the bottom of sweaty glasses...
sliding down my nose
wet from releasing the
pain inside...his radiation
is brightening the sky
with ailing deficiencies...
tossing cookies to the moon...
praying to keep just one down...
caves of eyes...juiced with lime...
growing weak in side...
tiring of care taking
will the dis ease ever cease...well
let me buy you another round
of chemotherapy... |
| posted by the Raven @ 6:48 PM |
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| academically advised |
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your red hair is resting on powerfully
transcribed permutations of future's frailty...
balancing brains that have strong wills
and soft quills...tipping this ink jar
to the brink of spill age...but...
will you be strong enough to carry this
feathered creature's weightless life line
to near impossible limits of longitudinal
leverage...will your ink stains blot out
picture frames of doped-up momz
on street corners selling STDs for
another bag of smack...will your
crack-induced hypocrisy provide warmth
for streetless children on milk cartons
whose parents can’t seem to understand
the beatings are what drove them away...
can you, doctor red head brainiac
introduce me to a team of researchers
who've known poverty and injustice
the way these folks do...or will i be
the only one who's compassion
rises out of my inborn lower "class"
in society...do my social impurities
make me an inappropriate addition
to your rich, white, male colleagues...
can you possibly under stand, dr. red...
head of vaccine dinner clubs...
that you've had all your shots
but i've only had half of mine
because the lines were too long
at the free clinic that day...and mom
had to go back to her minimum wage job
to earn a few bucks to put food
on the table for five of us...are you
going to try to transform me into
a prototype of rich, white and male...
academically well-versed but
with no true knowledge
of the real world i call...life...
are you smart enough to under
stand these scars have created
a bleeding heart, soul-searching vixen...
and can you handle the fact
that i'm gonna take your red by storm...
blowing new breath into your once
comfortable world of stale oxygen...
probably not. |
| posted by the Raven @ 9:32 AM |
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| unrest |
| Sunday, September 04, 2005 |
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| posted by the Raven @ 10:19 AM |
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| unrest fullness |
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i used your toothbrush tonight...
at first it was an accident...
but when it filled me with
mint flavored bubbles, i felt
closer to your mouth...
it was the closest i've come
to having you inside me...
in a long time...
i crawled into bed listening
to the hum of the silent night...
pulling your 56 jersey close to
my heart...and wishing it was
13 more with you tonight...
you left your scent in every corner
of every room from ceiling to floor...
but especially on the pillow
beside me...as i slept
i imagined you were
lying next to me...
so i reached for you
but only found joop-filled space...
you woke me with ringing
at 2:30 a.m...my dreams buzzed
at the wake of your voice
on the other end...
"goodnight love" filled
the sleep-induced space
of my brain...i longed for
your breath on my neck...
spooning rest fullness into
my sleep...but it didn't come...
morning's songbird...in alarm
clock form...scared me out
of sleepless dreams...where i
was with you...chanting Ohm...
and reality kicked in
once again...another day...
alone... |
| posted by the Raven @ 9:41 AM |
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Name: the Raven
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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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