let them see
the way of knowledge themselves
teach them to read and to aspire;
male and female, brother and sister
strangers
the privileged and the children of the streets -
teach them to observe, to speak and to dream
teach them the ways of piercing
beyond the confines
be it each child’s unquestioned right
be it enshrined in the laws and in your statutes
be it inscribed on your City Gates
and in your Hearts and Minds;
let each sit to the sounds of the words and meaning
let each decipher, think and interpret
let each be empowered, guided but not circumscribed
let each explore and discover and capture the voices
and dreams in the very air about them
bring to them the means and the new and the old
regardless of one’s origin and history
each child, male and female
let there not be want and lack of means
let each be fearless
do not hold back any
let none be neglected
and let them be the heirs
to our world -
to freedom,
inquiry and exploration…
let each child live fully the life of the mind
Trying not to over analyze,
what happened on Friday night.
We were high off of pills,
and weed.
Getting drunk on PBR.
You took my beer and
set it down,
then you kissed me for
the first time.
Effortless.
Your hands seemed to know
just where to go.
My Gwar T-shirt on the floor,
as you pulled me on top,
so I was facing you.
Its sad, but this is just
where I want to be.
Your hands sliding up my legs,
the ones I have thought so much about.
We didn't go all the way,
but my shorts did end up
in your palms.
I'm trying so hard
to play it cool,
but there's just something
about
you.
I am not The Enemy, not the demon
Not the man who caused you
Nightmares, body rigid, sweat streaming
Late night screaming
Nights of tears, the culmination
Once again of childhood hidden fears
The weeping, the crying, so many tears
Cold cadence after a night of joy
"I don't love you anymore," careless
Words, what are you to him, some toy?
Kindled spark way too soon rendered
Momentary unsure a withered bloom
Desolation winter park you linger
Momentary frozen cinder arch
Sealed the hopes as seen splintered cracks
Of hope exposed a million pieces lay
Was once a dream I dare to hope, deep
Within inside sealed silent screams
I should have known in matters of
The heart, my heart, nothing is ever
EVER as wonderful as it seems
Fortune favored me at least, you never
Held my heart and I don't still care for
You deeply, but that lack of ownership
Saved me the sickly sweetly
Taste of thorns pricked through
Heart flesh, friendship never now is
Much more safe, smart, I don't still
Want for you any of the best...N O N E
No rest, fuck 'em, fuck you,
Back to start...
- Johnny Raven
© Copyright 2012
Where I am going?
From the pens of wisdom and prolific wit,
Voltaire, Krishnamurti, Schopenhauer, now I sit,
trying to compose words, that can help me explain,
how you bring me such joy, how you bring me such pain,
I feel like I'm tumbling, not understanding my fate,
I reach out to touch you, but you tell me to wait,
where I am going, is a mystery to me,
it's always been that way, yearning to see,
my weary heart and mind are in need of peace,
I'm like a small white dwarf, waiting to release,
all this suppressed energy, exploding in space,
yet I sit here now, with tears on my face,
I feel like I can grasp, understanding Adams' plea,
when he asks the question, “Whatayawantfromme”,
so simple, so pure, this inquiry, words flowing,
still with no answer, Where I am going?
Gomer LePoet...
When you step on my dreams
There will be days like these
In the depth of the night
I feel your hand embrace my neck
Stroke my back
Your loving arms secure me
You take my hand in yours
You whisper in my ear
I am here with you
I won't let you die
I roll over
Open my eyes
I am alone
I want the world to know
To know
The empty promises you made
I am not afraid to bare my scares
I am heartbroken
Not by the end of us
Heartbroken by the deception
Heartbroken by the illusion of the impossible
How you lead me to believe
With words and love
That you were all I needed
That I was all you wanted
Broken trust and broken faith
Betrayed in the hardest way
I know today
I have a rocky road to walk
I am not afraid to tell the world
You hurt me through and through
I to destroyed so many trusts
You had my soul
I feel no shame in
Telling all
The rocky road ahead
I will walk with
My head held high
My intellect intact
If not my soul
My vulnerability there for all to see
My weakness and your strength
A vulnerability captured in destruction
Caught up in confusion
In the depth of the night
I feel your lips on mine
I am wrapped in your embrace
You whisper
I love you
I will catch you
When you fall
I open my eyes
I am alone
When you step on my dreams
There will be days like these
It's been the longest year of my life
In terms of struggle, in terms of strife
Not in a way that's measured by time
No, this year was measured in rhymes
From the choices I've made along this road
To being one step closer to the shore of our goals
You can talk with the ghosts inside your head
Or wake up and realize their already dead
Back some time ago, I nearly fell prey
To the zombies and demons leading me astray
To the vampires and werewolves tearing me apart
Back in the day, before I knew I had a heart
I would talk to a phantom I thought was me
An image of who I thought I could be
But that illusion grew dim as time marched on
And the picture was clear that I was wrong
The mistakes I made, believe it or not
Paved the way out of that parking lot
Of space in my mind and space in my soul
Made entirely of spiritual pot holes
But I wouldn't be here, making my way
To somewhere I promised you every day
And we'll be right there, hand in hand
As the cosmic symphonies resonate with our plans
I'll make it one day, with you arms
As we crawl out bed to silence alarms
And we'll see our child's smile on his face
I'm so grateful for all the mistakes I've made
i love the way your love-drunk
eyes pepper
my thoughts and
my behaviour and
i can't
s
e
e
your velvet fingertips gliding across my soul
but i can feel it
and i can
f e e l
you
and i am inhaling your love
and exhaling my love
and this is almost like a psychedelic dream
but i never want to wake up
you asked me to write a poem about you
and i am honestly, for the first time,
at a complete loss of words
i think it almost impossible to write
a poem to match and compete
with your flawless beauty
and i am afraid that if i even bothered
to try that it would be incredibly
pathetic and dull in comparison
so i guess all i'll tell you is that every
waking moment, i am thinking
about you, and loving you
and wishing for your beautiful form
to be completely vulnerable and
fall asleep in my arms again
i fell in love with the way you loved
and the way tiny lights danced
in the glimmer of your eyes
not a day goes by that my thoughts
are not revolving around you
my love, i have fallen
for you
and only you
We lay together, it's a beautiful night
No clouds in the sky, just a full moon
We hold hands and you look up at the stars.
"It's beautiful," I whisper.
"They are, aren't they?" you say, gesturing upwards.
"Oh, you meant the stars? They're pretty ugly compared to what I'm seeing." I reply.
Curious, she turns her head and sees me staring at her.
A smile lights up across her face, and for a moment I am blinded.
Then we kiss, and for some time, I am the happiest person in the world.
_
This happiness was not to last
For when I woke up, she was not in my arms
But she had left a note.
Before I even read it I knew something was wrong
There were tear stains on the letter
And it was written in messy handwriting
I begin to read
And words burn themselves into my skull
"It's better this way" or "nothing will change"
or even "I'm sorry I couldn't love you as much as I hate myself."
And then my world shattered.
Who knew our spirits would be so easily broke? Who knew our past loves would come crawling up our legs to meet us for dinner? who knew the joys of rhythm and melody would stand and stare us down for hours and never lead with the first move. Who knew the catacombs of my fearing mind would desecrate the innards of my only wantings. Who knows why the big ones reel in after dusk. Why did things turn out in the season of so much anger? How can one overcome any proportion of ill intention to an honest living. Where are the street-grit-fighting-fearless godsends of our time. Where are the nights of comfort among the towering plagiarisms of sonic inequities. Why am I stone in my own mirror? And how often shall I have to shave off the transgressive anachronisms of the jesting majority-unjust. Will I ever see a cannon with a name other than "jesus the king" around the barracks of quen anne burrows? I am cold and engrossed with my feelings. I am the youth's catch-all phrase for re-new-all and desperate tendencies. I am the unconscious objection to that censure of my own old crowning. The way i was held like an infant again. I mustered and mangled and derived that only in my free gliding could i roll down the soft hills of my fervent dreams. I can smell and sense the rays of jubilation i reach when drifting in tangent with the innocuous verbiage of my unbridled soul. Bringing the bleak toned honesty I once and always devote my sincerity towards. and alas my mind begins burrowed in the melting tin of bleeding doves. Not to be confused with other obscurities We Speak Wandering. Pleasant by night,
