drop dusk and there lies sleep
               dawning of dream

vital within              
          there's a **** throat of energy
a body of landscape
      and a primal language   sewn obscene

oh here comes alike a monkey
see lung as he preens      
engorged tongues of mystery
read thirstily read   fingertips retrieve
       little ******* from all surfaces
all terrains and rearrangements
                   of past furnishings

lashed is all                                                  
generous gobbings and ravishing
demented in cementing and invasive warmth and
decanting honey-clung vital ambrosia
tightens and loosens human in ravel
swallows of emerge and implosion of curtain
                                    it passes til sistence
                                    it passes with yawn

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, an old draft from last week:>


is there really a future for this misery
a new page that heroes the plot as a decent start over apology

craves distance and knows that would be known
angel like plastic sensations to the dawn

kept on stove to be loathed into a tomorrow
for the heart to yearn for the mind to dwell for the feels to borrow

midnight skies not even there not been predicted
lulled on the moons they say so I stay anonymously protected


                                                                                    ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some dreams can keep you thinking for a billion years:--)


the pure turquoise shivers diamonds down my spine

torture to the power I stand naked in line

endgame towards that brown

cluster mind surrounds that shrieking sound

to her to him undeniably I **** that escape for no more

a huge leftover on my soured piano box in a vein core

a question I ponder concerning my slate

am I even ready to lead the way of knows on this plate???

or even a remember of that cursed undestined for them for us to be

a far away excluded fate

                                                                                  --------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, follow your dreams or they will<3


fed up on the revolt of the real

locked myself behind the dreamy doors to an an evermore of a seal

I seek you on the delves of the stormy spaces

it's like a universe I called came back with answers to shock faces

your name I heart you speak and led lights illuminate it

sparked on my heart when duty calls I fade in

                                                                                          -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, you can bleed without a shed of a drop of blood:}


in surrender to the real

a shirt is torn a cut was named a deal

for the release to greed then the skins to bleed

I draw you margins a put test to bend to kneel

to the torment in the heat you shoot to feel

in there where I see

no one has a view but me

your veins of pure temper dripping in jealousy

raise in no empathy


                                                       ­                ------ravenfeels