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Patrick Raven May 2012
Two adults

Living across the street

From one another

Peering out windows at night

From glowing drawn blinds

Spying on each other and

Both knowing it

With smiles and wrinkled eyes

I know it

Two older bald men

Another love story that just happened

Two more people in love just like the rest

Forgetting everything they’ve been given

And everyone they’ve shared before

Letting this be the first and only

Shy as two kids could ever be

Being just two adults

Living across the street

From one another.
Apr 2012 · 548
Snaggle Tooth Chase
Patrick Raven Apr 2012
Tonight are we loud

We are

Gone and again

Sure as your skin is stunning

Sure as it tightly wraps up both of us

Twisting and tying knots

Around us.

Coming back to being naked as light allows

And too young to not be naked

Getting away with everything

Not quite as children

But more a child’s pet dog

In the moment of slipping out of his collar

And running free

Away towards something he only knows about

Never coming back till its found

And once it is

Love for the first time stands still

From that point on and not a second longer

Afterwords we get lost running home

Till we find home.
Patrick Raven Mar 2012
all the eagles in the culture
Barking like hollow wastes
In magic
In malice
In song
Oh how I’ve heard it wrong
Times before
And how I’ve never heard it right
Times not before.

In my dreams I am a king
On the tall night I’m calm
For most of the five million children
And all of the eleven parents
Taken blame for blood
And broken bells
Hidden by my quick heeded goodbye
I know you weren’t seen
But felt
Heavy eyes on you
I watched
And I thought
For all this time
That the world
Never quite fit with me
Too boxed up
And I never opened it all the way
Only peeked
Once,
Honest.
Mar 2012 · 654
Dreamers
Patrick Raven Mar 2012
Dreamers
Crying at the window
Why cant we go out
And meet them all?

I swore I saw white horses
Standing in the rain
The day my son was born
He rode with them.

Her acting sorrows
They put her on display
She stood and watched
Her husband in the grave.

They smiled when I knew
That I would dance their moment
Of a dance then a lifetime
With the ghost heart we pound.

Silver your glory
The hair on your arms stands up
The highest ladder
A climb and mother me ending.

Palace, dear palace
Once caught fire in their room
Lovely daughters closing doors
Keyhole eyes can’t stand the heat.

They know what truth their god kept from them
And they lived with it
They died as one man who called the devil
It’s a long way to the ground if you make it.

The animals lived and died put hell in their mind
They were perfect for it too
Before they knew evil
They were just.

Rotten old place in the ground
Don’t they now I’ll dig just deeper
Where no one will find me
When they walk the rising world.
Patrick Raven Mar 2012
You blessed your charity of celebrities

and now anyone can be famous

and anyone can share their story born underground

under glass

and they do it with all teeth glowing

how beautiful

did you hear what they said?

Oh what magic you have in them bones indeed

And the brittle might you knuckle down your spine

In any case

You haven’t been hanging that skeleton too high

Have you?

Or when you leaned on your sharp words

Was it your blood stained breath

From the closed holes on stitched lips

They played the part

That was put right through me

When you told me I was dead.

Or maybe it was just bad fate in an old city.
Patrick Raven Mar 2012
The birth of what I wont give
A tragedy of likeness
And softness
With the brightest parts of the day
Left with your eyes wide open
Let me down from the path
Let me dare not stop
And harvest dropping anthems from becoming Christ
Little by and bothered
Wiley or not ready to erupt
Cannon burst of hard
Stale muscled smoke drifts
And signal no one that hasn’t sank to the bottom
Even the strongest man sank with a heart of iron
And fast too
Letting the rich man
The little snake
Charm between his life
And forever live it.

How it feels to become a pilot
Before the plane crashes down
And always you’re dancing them down
When they finally wrap themselves around you
Grabbing the first hair hanging low
Just truth that rises behind us is whole
Truth behind the eyes that never look twice

I will never be able to speak
As one at peace with the bronze statue
Of how I talk
Oh my what did I say
Did I leave the best parts out again
About how I looked back
Ridiculous
It never happened.

Taking a turn
On this feeling
This animal feeling
Covered in fur
Bleeding of instinct
Of an animals who loves his mother
A quick side
I am the last take on this disease
More of a last right they never took in
Go leave it
And never bring another letter
Just to say I’m still not coming back
You should see how everything shutters
And how everything shakes when I wake up
To the time I sleep
Loosening the life beside the cracking concrete
I’ve got a little in me
What hasn’t left me
What I’ve been selling to get me by
Sometime we forget that real people
Everyday and out
Run their lives and hearts mad
With questions of god and love
Neither of which matter
Neither of which ever existed
And if they did
If they did they would’ve stayed far away from me
Because I would’ve been running
When they came to town
I just hope my feet never break
By then my skin would change color
By then what smells like wet fur

You want to make a dollar
And you want to be free
You know nothing better happens after the sunrise
And not one person who believes in hell
Has been there.

With every set fire burning on
The truest of animals brought themselves
Before the man could send them off
To keep his kids safe and hidden
While red clouds by wind above
Are breaking upon the mountaintop of dawn
And what it brings in cold morning
In giving its charity of water
Kept our ****** hearts swelled and large
We have never been blind but we have never seen
And we haven’t had a clue of war beside us
No we turned the other way and never looked back
But I looked back farther away to see
That just out of sight sat the daughters of trial
And swift judgment is done onto the ones who stay back
Letting their feet curl under to stay warm in death
Settling the water rings on a slow ending cup
They’re ghost of satellites silvering sky
Bright on them of the day
When all of their horses are running
Dropping not so much a who was it
Or where was it
When they buried the immortal
But not a thief stealing of what never returns
What will always comes back is something never worth taking
Not love given lightly or speaking during song
Never the blind man peers but pulls and pulls
Nothing between clearly fixed is the warmth kept inside
Mothering the carelessness of not throwing out tomorrow’s fiction
Let the children know about death and why we care about it
The creator isn’t destroying himself how he said he would
How was your mother anyway, darling?
How have you been?
Where have you dug to this time?
What have you found a thousand feet below?
Thought of a symphony that never played
Bells, oh their songs bellow about the pouring rain drowning you
Should’ve been a salesman
Knowing there is no gold
So don’t go digging for it
And what’s been found
It’s been taken
Lost
Found again
And taken back
It’s always best people who never start.
Light as ever being a savage in horror
Looking on the world as a glimpse
Ever shot in justice is a false heart tearing down
I hope you’re warm tonight
I hope before the clapping that everybody stands
Before the bow the doors to an empty room close
Did you ever see something so wonderful

What’s only wonderful
Makes me wonder
What’s only beautiful
Makes me wild
What’s only sinking
Makes me swim
What’s only wrong
Makes me worse
What’s only you
Makes me mad
What’s only gone
Makes me found.

What you are
A person but more
Something to think about
Something to frame my god
What good would you be
If you weren’t wrapped in silk
If you weren’t less than a diamond is bright

Gotta get that new right feeling
Gotta fell what I felt that day
But my shoes beat my path
So there I go out again
Wiley or not
There’s a reason for this one
Where there wasn’t before, you know?
I cant wait to take the bus and notice the faces
I cant wait to destroy someone new
And I surely cant wait to be so far out of luck
That my knees split ever step towards you
I want that
I want that of what I think of
I want our names written on the wall and have someone defile it
I want the world to hate us so much
And we’ll tumble them all night

Don’t worry about me yet
You stepped right behind
What you always though better
I’m a fool I don’t mind
And maybe you’re wrong
I’m sure you’re right
But no matter its love that’s around you
Here is my wish
Be it something that’s not what everyone see
But I feel it’s best
I wanted to fly but there was no wind
So took off walking beside you
I felt a shake
I knew it when I said
that I couldn’t stand by and by
without you anymore
but if it’s death you brought so near
you never wore me out for everything you were
Feb 2012 · 615
It’s a Love Poem, Folks.
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
Nobody could sing the sweetest song

or show me the longest kiss that isn’t mine

they could even to make something so simple

and so bright

to shine like polished gold

lighting your way on the walls of midnight

to give me something that takes me away

your love

it’s that feeling which nothing could ever match

and something the most beautiful words could never tell.

My heart beats with every single step you take

so run to me

race my heart

it’s yours if you win

if you lose then I keep it

fair and square

and I’ll keep it beating

every time you come

everywhere we go

for every drop of sweat

beading down your back

and every wish you scream out loud

when you call my name

I will make even truer

all the best things just won’t matter

and we’ll have nothing on our backs

so lay me on a bed of nails

I’ll let you get on top

then let me have you just this once

and we’ll make it last throughout our bones

now just let forever be

we still have tomorrow.
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.
Feb 2012 · 566
Stringing Them Stars
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.
Feb 2012 · 399
Last Year For Birds
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.
Feb 2012 · 653
Life Below Sea Level
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.
Feb 2012 · 968
General Tso What
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
two orders

black pepper chicken

with fried rice instead of white rice

also

one order of General Tso chicken

and Crab Ragoons

with 2 cokes

and I’m using cash

forty minutes?

okay, thank you.
Feb 2012 · 455
Follow Me Away
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
If you’re stranger than that

What light shows your face

In being what costume you wear

A pale thin honest mask of their father

Then let them come about you let them come around again

I wouldn’t have guessed such a lust I’ve brought with you

They wouldn’t either for every night or day and night

All of them on fire

All of them alone

Children of living spirals greatness

Teaching them to run out the infinity black door

Out and ever more

Sliding fingers between yours

Falling down the mountain

Oh look at them go.
Feb 2012 · 484
Worth
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
A life worth living

Is not a life worth saving

And a life worth saving

Is not worth living at all.
Feb 2012 · 339
The Good Man Impossible
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
For what he is

taking time for what he needs

to find the time for what he wants

to forget the world around him

and to be so sure nothing would ever die

from then

nothing ever did.
Feb 2012 · 975
Lust Casino
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
On such a day to wait

With what you have to forgive beside you

Always twisting dry leaves into small pieces

To set structure

To set fire

To an absence I’ve been most comfortable with

Something to always be picked upon

Whether it’s conscious to me

Or not

I haven’t been such a bright color

And I’ve keep out of the spectrum

Don’t break me open

To that of night in which I became

I wide eyed my best

Within breath too shallow

If my mad ghost self were to haunt

To drive out

Binding your spell like smoke from lips

Blanket down hollow earth

Let him be gone from my violence

Violence the way it came

You thought faith to overcome the devil

And the faith of the devil reaches

Down your neck.

——

By late, you came in the night in black shoes

I know you can’t think good of the devil

To my side you can with the faith I use

Of the spirits true, rest the highest level

Back of your eyes to the blood you swallow

Leaving it the last trumpeter to cry

The night that you brought to my own hollow

The way I remember you used to try

Now it seems that the worst can’t start new

Nothing of mine is to keep as my own

But nothing could be used to see through you

Either way nothing could pass through a stone

No my dear, you’re not alone but with me

That ride, I fell off and skinned my good knee.

—–

Be that you are a devil in black shoes

The words from the mountain you brought to your feet

For a lover to let your eyes down

Standing naked

Back to the fire

Where you let your children burn

To lay on their ashes

I think the woman sitting from

a ways down smells

Come with me

You come from love

Little boy blue eyes.

—–

The carpet installers are dead, so dead

Peter, the boss, lays under the floor now

So the job wont be finished, the room red

And the carpet bare, the carpenters go

Their last task to carpet the funeral home.
Feb 2012 · 532
Those Names Are Not Ours
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
We can move on if you don’t mind us staying

We wont be seen when we leave with a bang

It won’t take long if it takes us a lifetime

We’re just lost kids, and we’re out of our minds

-

I’ll carry you home fall sleep in my arms

I’ll be so real in your dreams about me

And you’ll be a dream when I open my eyes

-

Singing all night for nobodies music

Following stars we have seen all our life

I know the way I’ll be right behind you

Biting your lip and I’m biting your tongue

-

Hearing our songs as angels sing them

Calling us names they would call their children

You’re ringing bells as loud as your heartbeat

Our million years didn’t seem like a while.

-

We’ve got all that we need

Everything’s easier

We can come home now

We will find home now

We will come home now

We have found home now

Right where we began

We have found home now

Right where we stand

We are home now.
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
You swallowed your throat

You’re a bust in your skin

When the last living man asked to come in

You looked out the door

You’ve seen him before

He was down on his luck

He needed a lift

But the newspapers crushed that ***** old list

Now he’ll never be home

And he’ll never come in

The last living man was so small and so thin

He asked for the time

But by then he went blind

And the noises were his last way out

Sank the bottle again

He though himself dead

When the mail in the box didn’t come in

He sat in his chair

And to look is to stare

Worse than that he’ll never be there

He can’t follow your eyes

But knows of your tongue

You know where he’s been

But you swallowed your throat

And burst out your skin

When the last living man asked to come in.
Feb 2012 · 437
Said Too Low
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
i have no time
for my great act
to touch the wind
and break your skin
something as hard as steel
took my place
threw me in water
rolled my record backwards
spun my head around and
around
to fix my work
to pull myself back and put my
feet to the wall.

i was stuck with neon blood
and it drips
and it stains
but who follows it?
and who tries for me?
this is late at night
nobody could find me
if they could
they’re two circled eyes
low hats and dead lips
bloodhound noses to the moon
glad they painted this time
and they could fall asleep
with an elbow in bright day
and toes in dancing dark night.
Feb 2012 · 329
Throughout Our Thought
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
dream about me
in your dream make me
glorious
dress me nice
you know i never do
make me smile
i haven’t in a while
make sure i kiss you
once when you fall asleep
once before you wake up
and all through your dream.

dream about me
i’ll meet you in the morning
when with me
you are my dream
all day
all night
when i show you everything
your dream will come true
you will be here
i will be here
it will be a dream.
Patrick Raven Feb 2012
catching us too wild

the beast of grace and grave

he and time together

take a turn

to wait in line.

    

let me down

let me off of your shoulders

i can’t see to far ahead and i wonder

if it were just you and me

in the ocean

you would sink me in the sea.

    


what i’ve got

i had learned

let it fair me well

to pick me up off my feet

and let me down

don’t let me down with it.

    

now that you are everything

you swore that curse to see

what to keep

what is mine

i wont take a dime

just your hands

and all your time.

    


call it bravery

what does it mean to me

there’s no need to win this war

we’re not who they’re fighting for.

    

but as their throats are on our knives

running out the longest time

and we’ve taken all their lives

one more time

like always

in my eyes.

    


leave me behind

let me be

just you and me

and we’ll go to where we please

let my hands pull you up

to the clouds on our birth

you’ll be birds and i’ll be trees.

    

bringing mountains to the top

above what we have done

what we swallowed down

you knew as well as i

a step too high

and we both die

but it sure was worth a try

just to find the last place left to hide

where the only eyes to catch us kids

and stop us blind and tied

was your green in these grey eyes

i will keep your world in line.

    


golden days they wear as skin

just leave my shoes untied

i’ll keep you close

here by my side

lovingly

for I

am just

a child.

— The End —