Wednesday, November 25, 2015

United Serfs of AmericaThe ground growls like a lions roar The air is scented with gun oil Automated birds hum silently above Like an eagle stocking it's prey We sing freedom Fog of war creeps through our concrete jungle in darkness Gravel trembles as rubble closes in Rain falls from silent birds stinging and blinding us We sing freedom Community stands undivided Cannon barrels peek around building corners and blast bleach infected water We fall but are picked up by faith and heart We sing freedom Rubber shots scream from rooftops and flash bangs surrounds us. Yet we still hear urban rubber soles stomp toward us Our ears and noses bleeding Our hearts cry freedom Blurry figures behind shields with batons emerge before us Gas masked faces and layered plated body armor divides humanity from an industrial complex Silence stuns the air as a moment of clarity enlightens us Our minds chant freedom

The ground growls like a lions roar The air is scented with gun oil Automated birds hum silently above Like an eagle stocking it's prey We sing freedom Fog of war creeps through our concrete jungle in darkness Gravel trembles as rubble closes in Rain falls from silent birds stinging and blinding us We sing freedom Community stands undivided Cannon barrels peek around building corners and blast bleach infected water We fall but are picked up by faith and heart We sing freedom Rubber shots scream from rooftops and flash bangs surrounds us. Yet we still hear urban rubber soles stomp toward us Our ears and noses bleeding Our hearts cry freedom Blurry figures behind shields with batons emerge before us Gas masked faces and layered plated body armor divides humanity from an industrial complex Silence stuns the air as a moment of clarity enlightens us Our minds chant freedom

Part 1

Sitting in my chair from which my mind flows from my fingers to my keys I notice my eyes drowning with exaustion and they grow oh so heavy and I catch myself nodding off constantly when I hear a tapping at my window. At my window a tapping grows ever so annoying and I must see what this tapping at my window would be. I approach my window from which this tapping grows louder and stop just before my window to listen to the tapping. Listening to this tapping on my window I try to deserve what this tapping is coming from. I open my window from which this tapping is disturbing my minds work and a large Raven saunters in through the now silent window and perches himself on my sill. Some moments of silence pass as I grow intrigued by this bird of nusense and I ask, "Why hath you disturb me this eve great Raven?" I look in my mind and see that I have asked an animal a question that obviously is unable to answer aloud because after all, animals cannot speak to us. Nevertheless, I repeat myself with a more stern tone just in case by chance he would learn language instantly. "Why hath thee disturbed me this eve O great Raven?" The large Raven shuffles a bit and this time surprises me. This time he surprises me with the gift of speech which I was always under the impression that we humans were the only species gifted with. "It is time. I am your undead and it is time for your journey." The massive Raven replied. I am stupefied by this. What is this I think to myself. What is this speaking before me? A talking bird? He hops down off my window sill and walks over to the door and waits for me. An image is painted in my head of this great Raven as his tauney scaly foot scratches at my door. A hissing screeching sound emits from his talons as they dig into my oak door leaving deep gouges in it with light falling from the damage. "Where would you have me go at this hour my dear undead?" I say. As if preprogrammed or just annoyed by all my questions he replies simply by repeating what he has already said. "Its time for your journey and we must go. No more questions. It is time and we must go." I walk to my door and as I am about to open it this great, undead Raven pecks at my foot and skulks at me in a loud quick tone. "Why hath thee attempt to hurt me O undead Raven of me?" I say shockingly. He simply states, "I said no more questions." As I begin to open my den door to navigate my very familiar flat I notice a cold breeze entering my den and this confuses me as I see moonlight breaching my den room. How is this possible? How has sight returned to me? I dare not ask the Raven, this undead massive Raven in fear of losing a toe. Am I dreaming? This is a dream for certain. I must be dreaming although I can feel the wind on my skin, the moonlight on my face yet I can see the man in the moon watching over me and Ravens wondering about the fields and trees. The trees, giant old growth oak trees and tall unkept wild grass growing for what seems to be a centuries worth of time and a pathway winds its way through this thick fertile landscape. "Where hath I entered? Surely this cannot be my homestead. Where hath thee taken me? I spoke from the shock of sight and this odd environment when I am interrupted by a sharp beak pecking at my foot once again. "Questions, questions that you ask I grow tired of. No more questions Darragh, questions nevermore." He sharply says to me. "Forevermore my dear undead, forevermore." I mockingly reply to the Raven hoping he doesn't remember his ancestor wrapping at someones chamber door. Praying he doesn't jab at me once more with his aged beak, praying he doesn't make me weep this journey forevermore.I look beyond the tall green grass into the trees from which deep within I see a greenish white glow. Fireflies surround us shining light upon us as we walk closer to the pathways entrance. More fireflies rest atop the tall grass blades along the trail as if signifying and illuminating the path set before us. We begin our journey or what is to be my journey as the great Raven so delicately put it. After all, from every tale or story I have read the guide always departs before journey's end and so I know that this undead bird must hold the same fate. "I am your soul keeper Darragh and my only task is just that. Your soul is what matters and how you perceive what it is you're about to see. I can interpret what it is you will see and what were the causes of such pain and suffering from which you have dreamt of in years past." I am confused by what this Raven has told me and as I think of how to phrase a question without discipline I am quickly distracted by the sight in the not to far distance. Weaving our way through the tall lusciousness grass from which the fireflies light, we approach the tree line of the oak trees. Tall themselves and old they miniturise their surroundings. Resting ravens perch upon their branches frozen in time. All seem much smaller than my undead friend and I ponder their reason. "They are not yet assigned Darragh. They have no guardianship as of yet unlike the ones we are coming up on." He says as if reading my mind. It would seem I need not ask questions aloud for he is my soul keeper so it must be that he is apart of me. I gaze outward from our path and see wonderers. These people seem lost. Ragged and torn from their own reality they graze on my thoughts. Each of which have their own raven either flying above circling or riding their souls shoulders. I seem to recognize these people immediately. Past acquaintances and friends that since have not shared my mind or love. Wondering about looking for something that they don't even know what to look for. Slouching, dirty, and ungroomed past associates and friends glare at me as we pass. One in particular approaches the pathways edge unable to set foot in my path and stares at me. "Are you here for me? Are you here to release me?" He asks me confusingly but I can't help him. "What art thous name and business sir?" I ask the grungy man. "I am Sam Darragh. Have you no recollection of your best friend from years ago?" He asks me in a higher tone echoing through the thick nights air. "Sam? Of course, now I remember Sam from years ago. What fate have you become?" I appear interested but really I just want to move on as the glow catches my attention more so. "I am lost for eternity Darragh. I am lost eternally awaiting for thee to free me." He replies saddened by his own realization. "Tell me Sam, who is it to be that you need to free thee? He simply says with almost a drone tone, "You. Tis you Darragh." I am perplexed by his response as silence overcomes me. "Tell me Sam, what tis the green light from. Over there," as I point to the oak trees glowing green properties. "do you see? The green light from within the forrest?" "No, no. You must not venture to the castle Darragh for you will be lost forever. Forever in your mind lost with no hope for retreat. You must not go there!" He says nervously and never setting his gaze with mine towards the oak forrest. "I must Sam. I must see what lies within." I say with assurance. "My soul keeper will guide me but what of yours Sam? "Soul keeper? Don't you know Darragh? It is your own mind which has dispatched this so called soul keeper." As I sort out these odd proclivities, I feel a nudge against my side from my soul keeper. "We must move along Darragh. your journey is long and time is only infinite. We must move along." As I am walking away I pause and turn to look at Sam once more and see the look of concern washing over his face then he turns his back to me and wonders off again into his eternal realm that is to be lost. I continue down the pathway towards the oak forrest and as the fireflies recede and fade out the grass grows shorter and shorter until bare grounds are exposed and the tall grass is no more. The only light that remains is that from the glow within the forrest. An erie soft green glow highlights the ground which we walk and a scent of death looms in the air. The ground becomes moist as we close in on the tree line . Wet and sticky beneath our feet as we walk, it sounds like a plunger freeing pipes clogged or a suction cup on a wet window pane freeing itself. We descend slightly downward toward the trees as I catch the first glimpse which caught my attention earlier as I spoke with Sam. "What is this?" I shockingly ask my Raven. "You cannot see or is it you do not wish to see. Your thoughts are laid out before you Darragh. What is it you see then?" He forces me to look upon the ghastly sight from my own apparent thoughts. Souls bound naked by rusty chains of raw tongues to rugged ancient oak trees. Forever pummeled by gusts of wind so cold every particle seems as miniature frozen needles. And their eye lids are being eaten by their soul keeper that mocks them as the cold stabs their eyes. And the oak covered with aged barbed bark piercing their backsides. Standing in shallow trenches at the base of the oaks gathering, a pool of their tainted blood to which they stand in for eternity. Their sticky dark plasma soils the ground where we walk and as I look up towards the oaks tree top I see something that I was not prepared. A glow surrounding the branches and leaves. An energy confounded to the giant oak trees. Souls locked within as the trees feed off their seeping blood. As they remain chained to these trees the oaks grow bigger and taller the longer they are bounded at their base. "You wouldn't be who and where you are today without these souls Darragh" The raven says to me and continues on explaining, "Fear not for they can no longer see. Their eyes removed by your pain, the pain and fowl vulgarities they spoke once of you. Their fate was sealed once their minds closed the world out. They are lost but their memories remain. Remain lingering about for eternity. Your eternity Darragh. They are what drives you and you see this don't you?" I am first reluctant to believe that I am keeping them from moving on but then I realize what the Raven has told me. It is clear now and I feel not for them as they feed me. Quench my minds thirst for the understanding of this world and the people walking its surface. "Yes O'Raven, I see. I see that they are on a lower level and that they support my habit. A habit which I contracted from their ill will”. A gift or curse I am unsure but I continue upward as they remain stranded, stuck running circles around in their bubble. To be continued…

CAL untitled

The unforgivable sleeps with the unforgiven And the unspoken is clearly heard, The unseen is a new vision. Like ghosts haunting for spirituality Like spirits fading like ghosts A thought from a dream dreamt into a thought. Blistering the mind for a reason Starving for a purpose, meaning, a reason yet fulfilled. Like the building of a storm, the impending calm. Like a bird returning to her chicks with the morning catch. Like a swirling thought with no breeze to exercise the dream. Stepping the first time into a world onto your own A love born from the death of a sufficant Seeing through hearing of a splintered realm dividing old paths and habits. A love divided becomes a love united

Wednesday, September 04, 2013

The Day The Rain Stopped

Standing amongst the confounded rain drops of thoughts
I stood soaking praying for it to stop in the parking lot

Oft times my thoughts would melt my brain  so I'm drained 
So I would  sit for days to write with no light

Written stories and novels of one lines
Something to cause the pain to topple within time

At some point this rain, this pain has to stop
At some point this rain, this cut will clot

And then she appears, she steers through her fears
And the clouds leers, peers into my tears

A shadowed rainbow pierces through the rain
Standing before me she pushes aside my pain

An umbrella protecting me with just a smile
A heart worth waiting for through the denial

I feel like a hummingbird dancing tween the drops of rain

Saturday, August 24, 2013

My Hearts Rainbow


Twas night and dark, darker than most nights
And something was wrapping at my hearts door.

I open my door but nothing is there so I close it again.

An orchestra of crickets and frogs play the Moonlight Sonata 
As I drift away from myself I hear the wrapping again

I open my door but nothing is there so I close it again.

I fall back into unison with my personal orchestra 
And feel as if someone is there listening with me

I open my eyes to a lost paradise which is seen only in my dreams
And the soft wrapping at my hearts door resumes

I slowly open the door as a brilliant light creeps in 
The door cannot stop this beautiful light, a cotton candy colored rainbow bursts in

My heart is flooded with a new feeling that is pure, replenishing my heart
From fears and pains past that with this moment drain away as I remain to stay

She brushes my shoulder with that intent gesture
A soft kiss memory like the orchestras melody.

Friday, May 03, 2013

United Slaves of America

The ground growls like a lions roar
The air is scented with gun oil
Automated birds hum silently above 
Like an eagle stocking it's prey

We sing freedom

Fog of war creeps through our concrete jungle in darkness
Gravel trembles as rubble closes in
Rain falls from silent birds stinging and blinding us

We sing freedom

Community stands undivided 
Cannon barrels peek around building corners and blast bleach infected water
We fall but are picked up by faith and heart

We sing freedom

Rubber shots scream from rooftops and flash bangs surrounds us. 
Yet we still hear urban rubber soles stomp toward us
Our ears and noses bleeding

Our hearts cry freedom

Blurry figures behind shields with batons emerge before us
Gas masked faces and layered plated body armor divides humanity from an industrial complex
Silence stuns the air as a moment of clarity enlightens us

Our minds chants freedom

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Stained

Stained

 

is this to me.

 Torched heart scarred soul tortured mind.

 

 Weighted shoulders supporting jagged icebergs.

 

 Root balls of pain planted in my brain seeding new weeds waiting to be pulled.

 

This is Stained to me.

Split Mirror

Silence sleeping next to me.
Laying as two and the Raven flies dividing them.
Bounding chains chiming in the wind
Plotted predetermined walls splitting Forrest.
A jest to only be told to the future as a lost dream.
A dream possible yet an impossibility confined to a dream.
A legacy evolving from a realized fate. 
A destiny already spoken but unheard and unseen.
Blind until time has told the story that was to be unfolded.
Written as riddles, bold in code
like an emphatic child
like a reservoir spilling into its reserve
like a Raven soaked in oil
Because it believed and dreamed
Because it absorbed and refrained
Because it smiled over tears
Secretly reflecting while it is deflecting
Deflecting what it wants to see
Reflecting how it shall never be.
A dream oft silenced on a pillow shared.
So easy breath forgotten, so easy hunger misplaced.
Contextual emotions greyed by defined lines at our feet.
Walking through between the shadows casted at my feet
A glimpse of now and then, now and never when.
Oil binding  feathers of flight saturated in fear.
F*?*ear to what is to become
Fear what is to lived.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Sheep

Fingers stained with tainted blood poisoned buy dirty money

Hearts ripped out buy razors lashed from steel whips,
woven with wine and whiskey laced with skins of rats

Stomachs drawn through the navels of insanity
Leaching toxic words undigested by nubby soft incisors 

Bleeding gums ingested to coat the throat for the tongue to follow down

A downward spiral into the depths of an empty stomach

Organ donor card simply reads yes please
Prosthetic legs replace phantom pains from fire
Melting flesh, burning hair unable to curb the chill air that shoots ice subcutaneously into the soul

Glass egg shells tearing feet ceasing ambulatory progress
Infinite forks lay in the road speared with brain matter of sheep

Topless three armed unix enslaved drooling acid
Lipless toothless decayed walking matter
Praying for death their only real hope

Seven Stages

Stolen from a friend she ran to me
I saw not the pain that  she had hid
Her smiles allowed her to flee free
Her life with the devil she would bid.

Twisted into a darkness spiraled down
Her pain deep inside placed by a man's touch
She chose to drain and the pain she would drown
She ran from me and Death absorbed  her crutch

A stage is set, a play is lost
My life I'll bet, will exceed cost

An encounter with roasted coffee in the air
Anticipating her first words and her first look
Her frame as lovely as her hair so fair
Complimenting my mind, her hand I took

A lifetime oh so hastily woven
Her love was unseen yet I stood with faith
A shadow came and her heart was stolen
A Raven hones in and feeds from the wraith

Stage lights dim on the play so worn
Curtains drawn on a heart so torn

In a gathering she watched from afar
Her eyes never left me, not for one moment
A recovering heart still in my jar
Secret nightly meetings to me she had chosen

Top of my class with DuPont on our own
Sparse visits would have to suffice for now
She would entice me not to be alone
The day came she left me in a strange town 

I step back from the stages edge, the lights fading out
The raven peers from the ledge,he whispers time is running out

I heard her mystical voice  through the wind
Something grabs hold of me, whats my intention
Frozen frames of bliss with the time we spend
From my heart she was in my dimension

With her lover secret to me  I sit and share
Her confused life locked away from the world to see
Pints and lusts of the same love from which we both bare
A friendship and a love swiftly taken from me

He grows tawny and wise of my heart
He says, from this stage soon you will part


She said I intrigued her, she said I entrapped her
Our two hearts did spark from the depths of darkness
She would mislead me, my heart perhaps she would stir
With this ring I promised my love to be priceless

SO suddenly her heart had grown cold and distant
He warned me but I wished it true this time around
He whispered don't worry, her love you wont miss it
Under her wing was another, I lost my ground

This stage grows so cold I look down in my hands to see what I hold
I stare at my lifeless heart, he was right this stage I soon will part

He weaves me black and binds with locks and chains my wrists
She has similar torments that taunts my tension
She guides my touch to her ribbons of pain that joy twists
A false  promise forever with no abstention

A brief time spent insane of bliss in pain
Nights as one in each others arms we lay
As like the days light darkened by the rain
It is not my cloud with which she will stay

This rain soaked stage warps and bends, he swoops down upon my shoulder he lands
O raven come to me and mend, with talons tight he clamps and my mind he commands

Landing in a land of logistics and legislation
Creeping across the lawn she takes a snapshot of me
Individualism would be  her proclamation
My heart, would be on guard immediately

Hidden truth of her from me and of me from her
A beginning, an ending with no ending in sight
Until it was  too late of another was with her
A lie grown but its my heart I still hold tight

The stage has dried, Battles been fought, the crowd has cried
The stage is set, who would have thought, who would have bet?

Sam 4:15


Freedom

Enslave, Exhausted

Consuming, Spending, Taxes

Money, Cradle - Grave, Dying 

Uniting, Dividing, Killing

Red tape shackles 

Slavery

Raven's Ghost


Ghost of Darragh's past

Broken hearted, Suspicious

Dealing, Spiraling, Losing

Smirking witch, Raven - Raven Serene, Skeletons rested

Conquering, Fulfilling, Loving

Free thoughts, Determined

Darragh's ghost to come

The Punisher


Frustration and anger comes on thyself.
Spoon fed twisted tongues of fate.
Promises of forever and happiness to only rest once in each other.
Arms with empty truths, eyes full with spears.
Betrayed and broken from a daemon within once again.
Dreaming of a love that which shall not lie to this broken forsaken heart.
Scarred and tattered, bruised and numb.
The pain becomes tolerable.
A normal occurrence, a normal feeling never to change until the truth of one would free me from these chains.
Locked in an inevitable lust, impossible dream of love.
Smiles camouflaging tears with a raven on my shoulder.
Whispering never more while feasting on the bloody remains of a still beating canceress mass blackened by them. 
They feel themselves, they feel not me and no nay never could feel me.
A daily flight from shoulder to my bottomless stomach to feed and protect its claim behind walls of stone and iron.
Gates locked from the outside and keys laying in the moats surrounding me.
Water of fire, hail of blood, burning up hopes and dreams fading from tablets Etched with broken finger nails and teeth.

No need for sight so the raven gorges on my eyes.
No need to journey so he boils my feet.
No need for holding another so he splurges on my hands.

Leaving my ears as to hear my own cries of pain and loss running to nowhere for comfort 

Theoretically irrelevant.