Misadventures of Crow

May 2016

The Ripper

We yield for funeral processions;
not for the living,
skulls and bones;
sells just as much as *** these days.
Our shiny teeth;
buried in the fruit to our gums,
vve glorify this dovvnfall:
consume,
consume,
consumate.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amffOYclBD8

#1623 #theripper

Apr 2016

Mag

Passions of A Singer

God, I wanted to be a poet
Yet, we both know
That the only thing I have to do with poetry
is its declamation and ethereal breath of wind
I will be honest with you
I don’t understand your poems
Neither do I care about their meaning
Scraping of a trembling voice
Overwhelming noise
I am again all alone
out of tune chaos gone
Wipe my eyes while
I am losing myself
In glory of deep tones
In spasms and cracks of words
I feel so high
I feel so low
This is what you made me for

#passion #inspiration #singing #declamation

Misadventures of Crow Apr 2016

Beachhead

Past and future daydreams
the delusions of
a present tense.

Unspeakable longing
fills every fissure
and pressure demands
the yielding of limits.

            (a dark torrent bursts forth)

      the shores will recede
      until the island is
      swallowed up by the sea

No survivors remain
when the tide, stemmed
for sakes external,
recapitulates the beachhead.

A great ache fills the land
with anguish, beckons
all beginnings to unite
with the end

      {the memory will fade
      to total silence
      beneath the roar of the waves}

Where wilderness waits
to interpose the tamed.

#nature #wilderness #civilization

Misadventures of Crow Apr 2016

∅

∅,
shoving ∅self rudely
over ∅s conspiring back,
was abased, and gave birth
to the cosmos.

Every star,
freshly born, at once
saw the joke and laughed
until they all winked out,
spent.

Yet Laughter
lurks in wait --

to shove the dead
into Life.

∅ is the mathematical symbol for an empty set.

#life #funny #universe #humor #spirituality #math #comedy

Apr 2016

Jeffrey Robin

... oh (?) -- is there anybody else here ? ...

.

the day bends

::

Hey look !

The SOLDIER BOYS !

)(

Our foolish HEROES !

destroying themselves

To feed the rich man's greed

••

••

••

soon

So very soon

The wars shall begin

••
••

Out along the country road

Who goes there ?

does he have the Proper Papers ?

will he be shot down ?

::::

Behind the bar

Another ****

)(

another poem shall be written

||

She was quite a lover too !

•

( she said )

)(

( she was so SINCERE ! )

::

Another lost story

---

The real has been replaced by our

Sociopathic worship of our own weaknesses

as we try to numb ourselves and

Still survive

•

There is so little of us

We are hardly known at all

)(

even though she has been ***** and killed

Her ghost still roams the alleyways

Telling the children

PAIN IS GOOD !

)(

She shall become a goddess and

Attain

IMMORTALITY

::

She will write poems about it

Which will be emulated

In

True

COOKIE CUTTER

style

By all the boys and girls

Of hello poetry

Who , too

Are lost and afraid

IT WILL BE UGLY

::;

thoughts of reality

Float around

But nary a living person

To be found

.