Slippery ground, watch how you walk
Around me, silvery mirror until you
See yourself, hesitant to even
Be someone missing, anxiously to
Be found, powerful confidence, yet
Strangled to a tree, performing the stage, WHAT AN
ANIMATED SCENE!, strident I come, did I
Break your SOULFUL JUNK?, brittle to the
Heart, never been dead, "try 'HELL' once", heard he
FLED!, far, far away to the
OROTUND---what a disarray,
CAUGHT, reminiscent of the ethereal breathy
PROMPT, the one underlined on my notebook stumped in
Gruff, escorted with an angelic
Background, penetrating the dawn's dunes, honeyed
MEMORIES survive, I laugh with them what to
DO?!, euphonious by sound, tremulous by
TUNE, were we even somebodies before falling in
'JUNE'---dismantled some sunshine, was I a raging
SWOON?, well, for me I don't know
WHY---still, they said I'd have to recover
SOON---for you, I think there's no chance to find someone
NEW

                                                                                            ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, are we really alive-or on hope for?:>

I feel like the lunatics must be
the superiors in life from you and me

all of these roundabouts on the way
seems like a price for not being ones that we pay

how in the planets do them know that we are the sane?
how in the universe do them define what absurd to them as insane?

I'm not ought in this humanity to believe in vain
that what we lack is a disgrace to the hearts in pain

violins know how to play to me a menace
like for the haters who disrespect on block of distaste they penance


------ravenfeels

survival mode Liban
the logos of the statement just like any other
some curse it like it's some occasion
maybe it just needed a vocation
instead of the maybe
so the intelligence of its diction comes at cost
that one of its mind jailing mine
the ability of writing today is the lack of writing tomorrow
why does it have to be
for the words
to be a hostage
of the momentum of a pen
the golden age of today for me is the golden age of tomorrow
again with the maybe
or maybe not
already noted a 'useless' spot
the older I get the smaller I feel
from the exposure to the lots of the real
the younger I was the bigger I felt
from here
from the bubble of the lots of the real

                                                           ­                                -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, make the last month count<3

reasoned reasonably to the reason
if it doesn't work congratulations self-treason
blames are things for the air to worry
& my mind isn't the place to be sorry
back in fancy blacks & charming winks
them feels a gift so make them pink
what's past is indifferenced past
& dreams become a truth to an optimist's last
                                                                      -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, very old draft:?


maybe God just God maybe
the sea
the underworld not water meant to be
the air
the too much hollowness for a free soul fair
the fire
the heated blare that makes cold a liar
the earth
the destined
the chosen
ground
blessened
or is it not
because from where I stand people are standing alot
and a sane man can see the cuts
in eyes or in harmed hands and hearted plots
maybe God just God maybe
I am blind shot

                                                                   ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, it's not a word, but I use it : so it is :>

would you in an ever
think deeply till death?

would you in an ever
know how to terminate your breath?

would you in an ever
remember the houred reality?

would you in an ever
live whatever the calamity?

would you in an ever
speak it all knowing it's madness?

would you ever
in an ever
of an ever
of the evers
think deeply till death?

would you ever
in an ever
of an ever
of the evers
know how to terminate your breath?

                                                        ­                                   ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, happy August:)


purple moons and blond twins soon
talking horses and no gravity forces
jumping on cars and livestream of stars
blue dives hope and carrying yellow soap
the never ringing phone had rung and infinite questions in the air hung
mystic eyes danger and love of my life a stranger
I represent Lady Dream
and her fake lashes of gleam
a fantasy
hidden secrets in her world reality
in every color deceptive
subconsciously destructive
choose your perspective
she is not new
my haven in hours of few
on the mind
never understand what you find
now I sleep to see her poisonous skies
not to rest that one for the one who dies
nightmares my addiction don't be scared
called unravel of fallen hair
might do her a night stall
yet she leaves like a swift and crawls
now I know her stories are coming back in fear
been there done that since the end of last year
like signs flooded in clear waters
better than drowning with unknown ocean callers
I greet every era illusionary welcome
I carve every ranger in memory then run
walls in paths they deceive in glisten
the ferris wheel hangs and listens
sometimes we don't talk anymore
she throws ventures then struggles in store
masterminds wrapped around her finger they strive
Neptune rains diamonds and they cut like knives
she thinks before the sunshine we play a lying game
and I play along in absolute shame
she comes back with a curious mystery every night
and hello! sweet poetry from under my pillow then ignites

                                                           ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, for M.H.K. :)

I sat
startled by the dead rock
talked to its wind, responding with a nod
chatting:
I suppose people out of date
out of stock
been looked at so questioned
what should

a promise I shook
hands with to keep for
good, to keep for worse
already knowing the door handle if the
door stood up for a logical force

for the familiarity to
pertain, individuality speaking about protectiveness of a sword
I suppose myself aware of purple
leaves in certain
to keep the looped
downfall, truly to the word

flipping through leftover
meals to minds sold
experience essenced of trailed up
thought after the show
footsteps pressing footsteps to
the underworld living for one
demolished, two-thirds to go

                                                             ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, that May ****, for this May birth:)

into the walk
of an empty talk
to the truths of the blue
& the holds of that hue
yet aimlessly
with the ones who planted me
yet anonymously
as if not once it was me
it is still
eventhough I'm existing without paying the bill
keen
scared of some '******' spleen
again I become
a foretell I welcome
for the chimes to ting
& the walkdown interrupted by a ring
like the one of the pathed light
except there was a flight
of every single emotional wheel
indistinguishable from them those of the infamous feels
& I seem to foget!
so remember what was, is, & will be dealt
upon this eye
the twitch of it in the blink of the lie
the man of the glance
not giving a double chance
of the one with the mystery, hence
so I go back to where nothing makes sense
    
                                                           ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, everyone dreams of a movie life that they never had:>


'do you have a movie idea?' she is asked
my piano's stuck on notes that made a blast
'what is your absolute dream?'
no clue!!! I scream
now with that blood reaches my knees when I lie
and shattered glass stains a cry
but one selfish day
of a one grey warning day
on a Storm
out of Vivaldi's norm
I'll make November's violins
spin the veins under my skin
when an alarm's clock won't erase history
nor dust the ink in black poetry
the purple eye
would know a who and an exact why
when a sudden mother's scream won't defeat
the eclipsed expressions or invisible heart beat
nor the recall of empty lines
things that used to be an impossible of possible defines
when a sun's light won't make a memory in sleep swing
nor the unnotice of a summer autumn winter or spring
wouldn't keep the pen's color on a compass' tip
on an adventure of a lost ship
east kills west north kills south
when the kissed would be a clear mouth
to live for the hope of it all
the said would be spit on a train station's phone call
the fall would reach the death quest
the unknown would be unraveled for the moment in rest
but the dream's missing pieces has nothing to do with the recorder
and that is why I would record ONCE then put the puzzle in a folder
**** the ones who saw
burn the **** machine after created in raw
I did title 'Waste Before You Taste' a long time ago surely
some greed changed my idea of mercy
a question to be answered is jeopardy
when no human shall know of there will be misery
when a heart of glass would be dropped and broken
when the darkest thunder of the dream was golden
once the ought to be a secret would be a wonderland stolen
I warned it would be a selfish day
yet you listened and now the death penalty you pay

                                                            ­                              -------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, they say you watch your life's movie tape within seven minutes of death in a dream sequence--until then:>

missed like a petal snatched from a pollen
like fingertips awaying a piano's key in time stolen
like the crescent's dimmed half
like the rise of a dream and awoken stance
like a back's ache from a pen's hold and bled
like the burden on my wrist
and the heart's silenced beat in time twist
like when that will never be an again
for the seventh minute we meet in my brain so-----until then
                                                                                            ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, pleasant to dream of old friends---like nothing happened:>


drove the beetle blue
no driver's license just liked the view
send my apologies
to the streets of mysteries
or was it misery in disguise
upon the old she cries
like the hidden furniture
spoke in signs
memories and secrets called mine
tiger rug in luxury shop
familiar gazes made feet stop
never true when doors are slammed
antiques in a swift can slip the hand
a heart of glass
of a weighed mass
maybe not the dream but the morning stance
reminds hints of a glance
her empty seat in a wallet
buries pictures in the back of the pocket
and I ask and count wall blocks and thoughts glue
does she think of me like I do too?

                                                           ­                             ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, never knew before:?


mind fluttered
heart triggered
or was it the opposite?
to not feel
is constantly abandoning the real
or was it overthinking?
white sun
yellow moon shun
or was it the lamp in my room?
exclamation mark
question bark
or was it me confused?!
flames left turned in hurt
backs flared then burnt
or was it them that slammed the door?
now a missing bone
from an unsolved puzzle all alone  


                                                                                            -----ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, draft#something=

what they knew later
was what I've known from before
& what I've wished to know later
was there wish to have never known
  
                                                  ------ravenfeels

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, happy WednesdaY:)

wanting my right to be wrong
wanting my faith idolizing the strong
what is it with that await for the peace?
when I already could dig that peace in me
                                                                                      
                                                                                                ------ravenfeels

I took a look
on what are my options to die
turns out a cluster of Zionists have it planned out already
predating my birth

it didn't even matter
whether I involved their map
or not
it didn't even matter
I wasn't human enough

oppression yields oppression
interest following interest
they're all "resolving" it out, together
under the weather
even my own people
couldn't spit the same letters

I took a look
on what are my options to live
lives dusted to the right
lives dusted to the left

oh, to paint the wall red
with every blood shed
but there was never bodies
heard them evaporate, I dread

                                                                                            ------ravenfeels