Deicidal tendency's, I've been a kneel-er for the better part of
Twenty and threes...I've knelt for the needle
That early morning spike, the piercing of flesh
Another ritualistic witness to another
Amalgamation of spite
And sex...that deviant - ness
I've even debased myself with a
Moaning squealer sounder pig D I G
Caress upon another women's creamy thighs
My gods prepared a cornucopia abattoir of
Screams and dreams of retarded moaning sighs
Each time the mewling peaks to climactic E N D
The feelings of euphoria fades again
And then is when the women was, who
Adored, I worshiped time after has been
How does one loathe and love a being of
Such purity and Destruction
When she spreads her legs to arched back
My morals read Still Under Construction
The heart has NO security Ol' Hobb's sodomy
Induction
We're worshipers at women's feet then
Onto Lust, the fucking mistrust after every
Feat & Fuck...to a feat. Your abdomen
Slapping/riding cheeks of ass, that rhythmic beat,
Cock and class, performing your
Stations of Sisyphusic Deicide,
Bled monotony between another
Pair of trembling thighs, performance meet/met
The emotions that done died...
- Johnny Raven
Copyright May 5th, 2012
Deicidal tendency's, I've been a kneel-er for the better part of
Twenty and threes...I've knelt for the needle
That early morning spike, the piercing of flesh
Another ritualistic witness to another
Amalgamation of spite
And sex...that deviant - ness
I've even debased myself with a
Moaning squealer sounder pig D I G
Caress upon another women's creamy thighs
My gods prepared a cornucopia abattoir of
Screams and dreams of retarded moaning sighs
Each time the mewling peaks to climactic E N D
The feelings of euphoria fades again
And then is when the women was, who
Adored, I worshiped time after has been
How does one loathe and love a being of
Such purity and Destruction
When she spreads her legs to arched back
My morals read Still Under Construction
The heart has NO security Ol' Hobb's sodomy
Induction
We're worshipers at women's feet then
Onto Lust, the fucking mistrust after every
Feat & Fuck...to a feat. Your abdomen
Slapping/riding cheeks of ass, that rhythmic beat,
Cock and class, performing your
Stations of Sysophisic Deicide,
Bled monotony between another
Pair of trembling thighs, performance meet/met
The emotions that done died...
- Johnny Raven
Copyright May 5th, 2012
Girls are beautiful.
Elegant with elongated legs and ongoing words.
Nonsense and long nights.
Girls are beautiful.
Soft lips and holdable bodices.
Meaningless talk and strong minds.
Girls are beautiful.
The blue water in the pool
Is it really blue?green?grey?
My eyes are deceiving me
The deceiving pool
Is mocking my courage as
I am standing here
Felling at the top of the world..
Brave myself for my first Olympic swim
At the corner of the poolside
Absolutely my beautiful, courageous,
and most of all, honest coach,
Who keeps reminding me of this swim of a lifetime
Who consistely tells of my swimming legs, body, hands
An Olympic swimmer you are!!
She says that all the time,
as if she is planting the words in my head
Fidgeting, I First test the water with my toes,
1, 2, 3... a silent prayer to Almighty..
Let’s take a shot!
finally I take the plunge,
Completely submerging while holding my breath,
Eventually, we all fall or dive into the unknown,
Sometimes fully prepared,
sometimes unsure,
Always compelled...
Submerging for few seconds..
I have stopped to think..
Force myself to emerge
catching my breath again...
Heard a whistle and a clap
Bravo! You made it champion!
My coach smiled...
made her proud!
OLYMPIC 2016 Brazil here I come...
new to this world, staggering, baby deer
the practice headlights come and go.
they're testing him.
just yesterday
he pulled off an amazing leaping dodge.
legs flailing wherever they will
entertaining? yes.
graceful? not quite
yet.
so little he knows
of the smoky mountains
the slithering rivers
of the real world
he's limited to a woodsy backyard
nearly ready for the first real outward venture
and yet what he does know
he knows
like a map of stone
carved right into that candlelit cranium
there's chattering going on in the forest.
the birds are singing daydreams,
and the squirrels and mice squeak jovially--
"can you imagine all the possibilities?"
if you were to ask the scrawny fawn
he'd respond tentatively
but in summation you would see
he's surprisingly aware
but even more scared
of just what he could be.
I need the sun and it's warm arms around me,
I need earth's sweet soil to stain my bare soles,
and soul,
I need the thick air of a humid day,
with the rain clouds hanging over me,
threatening to obstruct my evening plans of star gazing,
I long for the warm, dirty waters of the lakes of my home town,
the gargling bubbles in the back of my throat when I accidentally breathe underwater,
and I long for the pain in my ear canal when water gets trapped,
from pretending to be a mermaid for too long,
I am impatient for the ache on my shoulders and face, from UV exposure,
too much of a good thing does exist,
but it's nothing Aloe Vera can't soothe,
I am anxious for cold beers on the porch with my best friends
in the home we live in together,
and I am anxious for the mornings wasted laying in bed,
with the morning sunshine through my lace curtains as my only alarm clock,
I want the bruised legs, scraped knees, freckles, and dirty hands
that only these short lived summer months can bring to me,
I want the careless, reckless, "it's only 2 am" behaviors that come with a late sunset,
and I want the happiness that comes with the scent of flowers entangled in my hair,
a late sunrise, and warm winds.
You are my lover,like a father--
But I will never be your wife
And I will never be your daughter.
I am the skeleton locked in the closet
While you sit together, Sunday brunch
With sweet smiles and shared laughs
Over sentiments I will never be part of.
Family man with a happy home,
Why are you unfulfilled?
Lay with her at night, but your
Thoughts are with me, and night-time
Dreams will bring our lust to your solemn bed.
You love her, I know, but
Where once floods of passion brought you
To embrace has turned into a slow and
Steady river, and visions flash in your mind
Of wandering between between soft, young
Thighs, where pleasure is welcomed
Longingly between smooth legs in
Black boots with stiletto heels.
One last moment of freedom, rebellion and
Youth before all has fleeted and chains are a condition
of old age, where feeble mind and feeble body
Receive no coy flattery or passing glance.
You are only a man, it's true;
and all men fall to the right woman.
one of those mornings
where I want to lay on the floor with my legs in the air
where I want to smoke cigarettes as skinny as arms
where I want to wear dark sunglasses that spell out
C-O-O-L C-A-T
and these shades would allow me to be callous
and my apathy and I could make snide remarks
about you,
you little fucker
Boy, I hope you can smell my contempt over there.
You deserve it. But I don't really care anymore.
I don't dislike many people, but if I could do it,
I would tell you that I look upon your character
with the same adoration that I would hold for a
parasite-infested rotting mountain of rat feces.
Which is to say not a lot.
Which is to say I dislike you.
It's just one of those mornings,
where I want to stop knowing you, and wish you wouldn't know me.
where I want to do something, but you see, I can't feel a thing, for you.
I have nothing for you, really,
I am fresh out of fucks to give.
I don't regret anything since I learned a great deal.
I wouldn't say I was heartbroken, just exasperated
by your contrived and un-authentic dumbass-ery.
I am better than you. I put on my darkest shades,
I laugh when I remember that this sunny morning.
When the game is played out
And the pieces have fallen short
And none can stand the next bout,
Their mission they don’t abort.
They stand on shaky legs
Even if they get knocked down some pegs.
Against the odds that no one
Says they can surpass, they don’t run.
For these are the heroes of the ages,
Real men and women, not sages
Or superstars. Just the average Joe
That does all they can to go
On without any fuel left in the tank.
-Until We Meet Again-
Pele has lost one of her lovers.
I miss the goddess in all her majesty; Her deep blue oceans, sweet sandy beaches, Her dark black hair billowing down like the lava from the peaks of Her highest volcanoes.
Her seven sacred pools, each one cascading gracefully into the next, all finally spilling into her magnificent sea.
Her gorgeous body will forever entice my mind, with hair dark and beautiful, inhaling the scent of fresh pineapple and coconut, a hibiscus flower pinning back strands of hair behind her ear.
Her eyes, they were just as deep and amazing as the sea, something with which they were so familiar.
With lips red and lined with Hawaiian love songs sung just for you, tasting as fresh and young as the ocean itself.
Her body was adorned with fresh tropical flower leis and Kukui beads falling gracefully over ancient Hawaiian dress; all made from the same grass and leaves coming from the islands many trees.
All encircling those perfect hips, born to Hula and sway to any island rhythm, be it the slow and steady rattle of the Uli Uli, or the fast and powerful beat of the Pahu drum.
Finally pushed over the edge by the sight of her long tan legs, not shy to the suns warmth and fiery grasp, ending in bare feet more familiar to the islands then we’ll ever be.
I miss her and all her islands.
Oh, how I miss the island paradise Hawaii.
