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Patrick Raven Feb 2012
I know just what you want to hear

And you think that I wont tell

The hero in your latest story was bold but not so strong

But he smiled like me when you wrote your part

I think he portrayed me well

And he saved the day at the very end

Not for himself or the magic girl

He did it just for love

So you can go on listening

It’s not hard to figure out

That if I die before we’re through

I’ll come back as a ghost just for you

From underneath your bed

And when its dark you’ll hear me sing a song you know so well

They played it on the radio

We sang it to ourselves

And hummed all night till waking bells broke my dreams of you

We can stay in bed and just pretend we’re famous for a day.
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
You caught me wide eyed one night

and I followed that moon all the way down

to the bottoms of your feet

and with it I ran and never wanted it to set

that clear night with the stars strings coming undone above you

and how you let them

and how I watched

till the bird sang your name and all day long

and I laid my chest onto yours and all night long.

You thought my eyes pretty for every cloud that passed the sun

With light colors of green

Grey and blue

You can see them shine in the dead of night

It’s not the sun, you know

It’s nothing I own and nothing for me

It came as life should

How I wished it would be

Neither of the faces

Of you and I

Will be made of stone

Not famous and not thought of

On our own red carpet

Pretending the crowd of lightning will find us

in tomorrows newspaper

Us

We beautiful celebrities famous for each other

Rich as kings and queens

With what notes we hide to be found

That feeling

That certainty you know

When it’s found

Whenever it’s found

It’s knowing that moment

There will be somebody so deeply in love with you

If it’s even only for a second

You will run through every nerve

And raise every hair

Dancing for me Shakespeare’s dream

When everything I could want in this world

Is right in front of me

I will only see you

And nothing else

Just simply you

Being perfectly you.
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
If I close my eyes long enough will you happen to me again?

Not a stranger not a villain just another note to pass on

And on and on

A thousand birds on a wire

One of which has dreams of flying and cannot do it alone

Rather he clean his feathers again and again.

Ruby they came in loving such stars

Diamonds in their mirrors of mine

And eyes

Their bright blinking eyes

Seeing everything for what it is

As it is

There are birds all on a wire

How wonderful is that?

Hear them on their talking stones

Sharing stories of love

The gentlemen and sweethearts and their weddings and their doves

They talked about their dream girl how she left and went away

In the arms of her ghost they knew they couldn’t stay

So alone

So they moved on like everyone else does

I heard them say day by day

They took a chance with a dance

They would swing and they would sway

And in the motion of their feet

They danced off with their eyes

Oh how wonderful they’ll be.

Heavy fever

yeah I’ve got it

Spilled salt

Not my fault.

Terrific winner of skin suffocation

Painted in gold on fire

What a rich man he was

They shot his money toward the sun

Twenty three dollars and sixty seven cents

Rockets are expensive.

Ladies and gentlemen

Don’t let you kids become cannibals.

I have always found this in you

Something I can’t say

It’s when you kiss me every morning

And every night of every day

From the deepest ocean

We did climb the mountain to the sun

And from up high we saw the world

Every part was right for us

I would tumble down

And break my crown

You will come tumbling after

You will come tumbling after

Hanalin the two headed ******* deer

She wants that lion to be so cruel

To twist her next and tie it in a knot

And walk up and down the world in one breath

There are no kings allowed in the garden of eden

The snagging tooth in the lions bite quickly kills snakes

Where in teeth as razor as breath

A serpents birth on vicious bone

Lives nothing more than a worm in the lions throat

Better not tickle that rough tongue.
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
Did they hollow soft to your voice

Ten feet tall and monsters so quick to grace

An even eye line of diamonds true to your name

Sore red hands

Keeping what cost of their children to pay

Steal and stole

Working on their dear woman’s page

A ghost what she wrote to be

A bad heart you never want to see

She couldn’t put that away keeping the walls bowed

Breathing in and out

Sometimes heavily

But mostly turning blue

Most wonderful iris

Flowers

Eyes

None of that ****

And nobody takes that name

Drowning a broken glass

With words to cut

I don’t step on bugs much either

Their mothers would worry

I would give it up ten times to what you owe the old crow

The bottom wealth hands wont let you take one step further.
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
I

And

Nothing more,

including my own list of fears

was put on to the fire

And pounded into gold.

If golden then stay golden

If hollow

Then walk through

The odd discovery of life.

I talk scrambled eggs

If I ever really mean anything

I mean everything to me

Selfishly.

You were just out and now.

Now look at you.
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
Part the flag wrapping around the mast

where sailors ship into waters

as jesus was the worker

the one who built their boat

to stay onward

north of the edge of the world

to explain to the empty arms that fear

and flying were forever the same

if you really found it false

or just never believed that one thing

so true

could be seen and shared

but only to those who do not need to remind each other

that they too were not alone

with where they began will never be

back running between their fingers

the sand where they waved their lovers last goodbye.

How easily the exploding heart forgets

to tell those eyes you carry

to keep looking

no

the back will never turn

as it isn’t proud

only strong to hide

that is what’s behind it.

Leather those faces boys

tan the hide pinched to the bone

and no knife will be amongst your hot blood

but that sand will make you smooth again

just cover your eyes

I’ll tell you when you can look

that trust you have better pay off

for that last sight to make you blind

and rather to wander in all that is black

my two kept eyes lead your way

and you will call me home

and you will call me king.

What we all expected was your colors

but found none.

Lust brought on of loves final echo

the deadly siren be it drowning at sea

taming that it is beneath

the hollow ground burst of dead feet

loose from the kick that fell short

by the snakebite ripening

the purple fangs to the blood drip wound.

Now you see real monsters

to the stare the sun blinds

the quiet who look on forever burning

to see bright through the eyes

not closed

to the sinking star far in the ocean

that your bones now wander alone.

Birds sharpening their talons

of way up high as the weak beware

they cry on three feet

with a dead child from the start

where they should’ve just stayed behind

in the magnificent grandeur that the blind race toward

and live old with missing friends.

How has the sun risen

for so many days without missing one?

I say thank you for being on time

your work has gotten better.
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
The country lost their beauty queen

The same day passed the Prince of Pleasure

Televisions will capture the red eyes of gravediggers

And the dried

The prunes and the oppressed

Smoking cigarette butts down to the ground

Mutiny will be on layaway

Shooting in streets and dying local band posters

The road lion growls

Police stay home, your brothers in arms will die.

So it goes. How useful is that?

Up came the sun, down went the stars.

The water calmed still, and loud were the cars.

English Translators dance in Russian studios.

Loudspeakers play the silent songs nobody knows.

The woman in the yellow beaded necklace plays with her silver rings rolling across her white fingers.

Wafting down the black nighttime cool air you can hear the rhythm choir of a thousand black children

singers.

That’s my town.

Isn’t great.

I’ll show you the strangest kid I know.

Purple, red, fast and yellow.
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