Collected Poems by Raven... HAI ITS PHARA... I LIKE THESE

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Postby Phara » Fri Sep 09, 2016 4:55 am

It's up

Man I miss Ninja Main where I could make something like that look absolutely gorgeous. Fuckin see more. What a shame.


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^^we deserve that one... and everyone needs a kick in the ass at times... help me change that title here and across the boards as well. Sound good? Lit is a board that needs extra love in our soundbyte type world.
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Postby ravenrussell » Sun Sep 18, 2016 4:43 pm

You are absolutely correct. I will do my best to help. Thank you for some extra motivation.
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Postby Feydakin » Sun Sep 18, 2016 5:51 pm

With this sort of prose I often find myself struggling to understand the meanings... I'm not sure if it's a cultural thing, just my own disconnect or what, but I managed to pull and identify some meaning from your words to apply to myself even. Especially the first one as right now I'm feeling some of that.
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Postby Phara » Sun Sep 18, 2016 10:06 pm

CHANGE THIS FUCKING TITLE.

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Postby Phara » Sun Sep 18, 2016 10:07 pm

raven... has cerreo hit you up? if not, please add me on skype... i'd like to talk


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Postby ravenrussell » Wed Sep 21, 2016 5:57 am

Just downloaded Skype, signed up. It's under my email, dunetcg@yahoo.com, Raven Russell.
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Postby cerrodepedro » Wed Sep 21, 2016 6:13 am

Woot! I just messaged you on Skype and on the "look at the photographs of the food I am about to eat" social networking site.
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Postby ravenrussell » Fri Sep 30, 2016 2:24 pm

New stuff:

"The Loss"

The loss sits on the end of my bed,
like an unwanted companion.
Burning the feathers on my dreamcatcher.
Watching my writhing with a strong gaze.
In fitful, and definitely scary tiptoeing
the house moves to cave in around me.

Her untold miracles still stain my pillow,
all her world saving, that I made apocalypse.
Stretching my bed sheet into rumpled sweat,
trampling the tyranny of my dreams.
In which she sheds her indecision precisely.
Headless women of the hunt,
descend on the carrion littering this bed.

Carnivorous kraken, pulling me deeper,
watching the sad windows reflect me.
I conjure up the wearing of a new suit.
Lapels of romance snapped starch stiff.
The loss plays melodies on my rooftop,
scampering feet of unborn children.
Their footsteps hammering me to sleep.

By: Russell Jay Keenan
9/29/2016 12:39am


"Delayed Only By Reality's Timeline"

Stage left, bereft mothers of cleft palate children.
Into the deafening mute's cry for help to all men.

Stage right, solid fighting for the progressive light disguise.
Costumed by the make-up rat and his vat of rising vomit.

Lighten your load by unloading on a pattern of people.
Jigsaw bullets finding the great, spaced, puzzled emptiness.

Trapdoor theatrics, while we cry for reactionary pit traps.
Clapping in resounding waves, ocean adulation burning the

shore up the walls, call the immigrants to hate themselves.
Worn out extras, torn out pill trials, filtered poisons.

Dash my hopes, hyphenate the hanging rope, slashed dope bags.
Turn!, It's my Turn, stolen reminders returned to forgetful

lone gunmen. Honing the edge of bone knives spinning.
Blown redirection, resurrection of a fetus we destroyed.

Deployed fraternity of the chaos ensuing, one hand clapping.
Sapping the frappuccino crowd of caffeine and stimulation.

Fascination and its unfascinating conclusion contusion.
Confusing red correctness, ink spot flow of the month club.

Your mouth, dubbed, looks pretty in its death shroud painted way.
Say the weeks are exiting, just to make yourself perplexing.

Lights fade, blacked out finish to my manic explosion.
Motion is sickening between neurons firing and frying.

By: Russell Jay Keenan
9/28/2016 4:30am
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Postby ink » Fri Sep 30, 2016 6:56 pm

ravenrussell wrote:

"Delayed Only By Reality's Timeline"

Stage left, bereft mothers of cleft palate children.
Into the deafening mute's cry for help to all men.

Stage right, solid fighting for the progressive light disguise.
Costumed by the make-up rat and his vat of rising vomit.

Lighten your load by unloading on a pattern of people.
Jigsaw bullets finding the great, spaced, puzzled emptiness.

Trapdoor theatrics, while we cry for reactionary pit traps.
Clapping in resounding waves, ocean adulation burning the

shore up the walls, call the immigrants to hate themselves.
Worn out extras, torn out pill trials, filtered poisons.

Dash my hopes, hyphenate the hanging rope, slashed dope bags.
Turn!, It's my Turn, stolen reminders returned to forgetful

lone gunmen. Honing the edge of bone knives spinning.
Blown redirection, resurrection of a fetus we destroyed.

Deployed fraternity of the chaos ensuing, one hand clapping.
Sapping the frappuccino crowd of caffeine and stimulation.

Fascination and is unfascinating conclusion contusion.
Confusing red correctness, ink spot flow of the month club.

Your mouth, dubbed, looks pretty in its death shroud painted way.
Say the weeks are exiting, just to make yourself perplexing.

Lights fade, blacked out finish to my manic explosion.
Motion is sickening between neurons firing and frying.

By: Russell Jay Keenan
9/28/2016 4:30am

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Postby ravenrussell » Thu Oct 06, 2016 8:50 am

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YOU SEE ME LONELY
We painted the town red once
Now I watch it drying
With phony and bashful smiles
I freeze dry my soul
so one day you can add your water
CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN
watching the mice in the maze
cheesy incisors, rattling noses
would I be whole
if my chest was home to breasts
these penises seem to
have their drawbacks
horniness like a job
I never wished for when I was young
BUT I'M NOT LONELY FOR YOU
your cuppie shuffle, cha cha slide
dancing on the palms of men
as they slide your riddle
in cold and musty back bedrooms
carpets littered with pieces of you
left in Kleenex brand love
history has a wicked sense of humor
your faded scent laughs
from within the creeping seasons
I'M LONELY FOR HER
those moments in the squirt
flirtatious sprinkler system
begging to burn the house down
smoke alarm blaring one hit wonders
in the tossed environment
we flossed each others molars
gums now bleeding ash and soot
you're draining down a sailor's lifeline
as he puts out the boat fire
by sinking the whole mess
THIS POEM IS FOR ME AND HER
this red town, pink from misuse
watered down boundaries
in powdered milk walls between us
town folk, children of the dehydrated
a fugue state maître d'
housing the homeless
in the hungry's stomachs
we were wasted breath
long after our lungs were pink
A HIDDEN MEANING IN ALL CAPS
grab your toupees, hide your teeth
we're going out to find something
on the streets of nothing and zilch

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Postby ink » Sat Oct 08, 2016 8:49 pm

quite possibly the lack of response is the result of one being left with a mixed bag of emotions after reading.. sometimes its hard to articulate that feeling correctly in present feedback. maybe i dwell on some of the deeper meanings when they do not appear as such, and it might not be so... but maybe im spot on... idk really.

i come here, absorb. and always seem to leave with something more than id arrive with. and maybe its that way with my art. i think the rawest of expressions conveyed thru any medium are very often weighty to digest. so silence or immediate reaction... either way, continue to put those words in the air and i will continue to collect them. and plant them, in a garden of my choosing.
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Postby NaranjaRa » Mon Oct 10, 2016 6:08 pm

wow...you're kinda prolific O_O

upon first read of some of the poems in the OP i get hit with a deep visceral sensation...and the imagery is incredible
i need time to reflect more, as with all Art, i need time to digest
but i will be lurking here more...

i definitely dig your style (sun)
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Postby ravenrussell » Sat Oct 22, 2016 9:38 am

"Of Coral and Movies Unseen"

You are the friends you keep,
as we steep in history too deep.
The brain coral fires liquidation.
A barn raising, stormed sedation.
We've dropped our needles
in the sea of speedy wills.
She asks me why I'm straying,
two faced cyclops ever saying,
"I'd wear a monocle, so passé,
but you're a barnacle so blasé."

Stopping attachment at hello,
crop husband, add new fellow.
"And they were all yellow"
Gives me a system to follow.

If you wait for the credits,
long enough, longer enougher,
she'll spell your name wrong
dedicate the movie to someone
tougher, toughest climax shun.
The bastion of her fasting,
always lasting longer, always
casting brand new talent.
Introducing antique Gallant,
and lone bedded Goofus.

God, fucking take vulgarity.
Lust someone to marry me.
Trust my poverty carefully.
Can't afford new maturity.

We waited together praying,
for the poem to fizzleaway.
For themish mash to fade...

...for a never ending calamity
to ensure our infinite travesty.

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10/22/2016 2:20am

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Postby ink » Sun Oct 23, 2016 5:24 am

ok word.. let me just say, i like the use of imagery here.

i need to be careful what i promise, in this particular season, but depending on how the near future plays out for me and everything aligns... i would love to compliment some of these pieces with some custom imagery fro
within my head. could be cool.. /nod
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Postby ravenrussell » Sun Oct 23, 2016 6:27 am

ink wrote:ok word.. let me just say, i like the use of imagery here.

i need to be careful what i promise, in this particular season, but depending on how the near future plays out for me and everything aligns... i would love to compliment some of these pieces with some custom imagery fro
within my head. could be cool.. /nod

Oh how I would love that. I truly would. Masterful.
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Postby ravenrussell » Sun Oct 23, 2016 7:37 pm

"Higher Math to Understand Your Soul"

Your midnignt body mulls over the moment.
Rolls over the clock, to plant seeds in now.
Adding a little brother to the second hand.
As each eonical click flickers on his face.

In past lives we were duke and duchess.
Writhing in full term, not much of us,
left to hold present zygotic forms.
We finally empathize with our ghosts.

Your rain water catch barrels filled to tipping.
Nature, producing physics without thinking.
Your 2 am nudity, physical without stripping.
Our birthday suits, zoot suit stripes, birth mark
buttons (to push, pull, off, turn on).

In rationed clips and phrases we activate.
A cave drawing of a working sun dial.
A beginning of another long journey,
as your moonlight swings the dial around.

Your saturated colors, infatuated spins,
of a dial that spins finitely, uniquelly.
Each split infinity, fractual sensuality.
Using geometry to figure out your curves.

Higher math to understand your soul.

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Postby ravenrussell » Sun Oct 23, 2016 7:40 pm

"The Message Bings"

Dimpled to your bosom,
your chest will smile,
agape jaws simmering.
The heat of laughter,
worn like sensual
fingertip hellos.
You wrote that through
my tickled phone skin.
We crawl from the mud,
of past faulted and failed
romance.
Taunted and tainted
recollections of her/he.
We want rebellious love
to walk upright for once.
To accept its place within.
our evolved and spun out,
revolved hearts. Remark,
that we breathed oxygen,
long before we
drowned in the world.
Be my oxygen?

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Postby ravenrussell » Wed Oct 26, 2016 5:08 am

"Many Muses and Stipulations"
By: Russell Jay Keenan

Had many muses full of minutea
Draining moments of inspi/degrad/(r)ation
Aging like copper, with that lingering smell
Let one slip today, two days after meeting
the Holy Spirit himself, shock white.
Shaken with ind/pr/icision. Heartless
words from my broken mouth,
leaving music in the night air.
Solemn songs of God's beauty,
and happy tunes of torment.

I feel split as each muse predicts itself.
I feel spilt as each muse redirects itself.
To be a target in a world of arrows.
To be a w/hol(y)/e man in a digging contest.
Once my priest told me to have forgivness
always in my heart, I disregarded him,
and hated him for what he said.
The muse of him/her
The demure, and the sharp
I'm cows in a chute, shoot your bolts.

I've had too many muses of perfection.
Pieces of art, Picses, Cancer of soul.
I spill the stars to incite the universe.
I spell the stars in his insightful name.
We all can be my mus(e)ic, I can't be
When filtered by a tar filled lung,
my voice still means muse to me.
I used to be the most important person,
in a world full of unimportant people.
Now I'm a subway train to the center,
passengers screaming for it to stop.

If muses read this in their hectic way,
m/An(ic)/hedonia made me say it.
I swallow two more pills, feeling ill
from the two more pulls, spieling it.
dealing with the drunken past,
that wants to take my masts down.
Ship me to the edge of a flat world,
and tell me so, once I've slipped the edge.
Some find it funny, some care uncontrollably,
others sleep in beds alone and broken,

by me or other, it doesn't matter
in the conte(x)/(s)t that is life.
The liars make the finish first,
but the honest play the game longer.
I dream of that maroon muse,
bloodstained brainstem, memories infused.
I refused medical attention once,
now it's never offered again, shunts
draining foodstained shirts off of
ugly men and their hollow muses.

10/25/2016 9:57pm
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Postby ink » Thu Oct 27, 2016 6:45 am

ravenrussell wrote:"Many Muses and Stipulations"
By: Russell Jay Keenan

Had many muses full of minutea
Draining moments of inspi/degrad/(r)ation
Aging like copper, with that lingering smell
Let one slip today, two days after meeting
the Holy Spirit himself, shock white.
Shaken with ind/pr/icision. Heartless
words from my broken mouth,
leaving music in the night air.
Solemn songs of God's beauty,
and happy tunes of torment.

I feel split as each muse predicts itself.
I feel spilt as each muse redirects itself.
To be a target in a world of arrows.
To be a w/hol(y)/e man in a digging contest.
Once my priest told me to have forgivness
always in my heart, I disregarded him,
and hated him for what he said.
The muse of him/her
The demure, and the sharp
I'm cows in a chute, shoot your bolts.

I've had too many muses of perfection.
Pieces of art, Picses, Cancer of soul.
I spill the stars to incite the universe.
I spell the stars in his insightful name.
We all can be my mus(e)ic, I can't be
When filtered by a tar filled lung,
my voice still means muse to me.
I used to be the most important person,
in a world full of unimportant people.
Now I'm a subway train to the center,
passengers screaming for it to stop.

If muses read this in their hectic way,
m/An(ic)/hedonia made me say it.
I swallow two more pills, feeling ill
from the two more pulls, spieling it.
dealing with the drunken past,
that wants to take my masts down.
Ship me to the edge of a flat world,
and tell me so, once I've slipped the edge.
Some find it funny, some care uncontrollably,
others sleep in beds alone and broken,

by me or other, it doesn't matter
in the conte(x)/(s)t that is life.
The liars make the finish first,
but the honest play the game longer.
I dream of that maroon muse,
bloodstained brainstem, memories infused.
I refused medical attention once,
now it's never offered again, shunts
draining foodstained shirts off of
ugly men and their hollow muses.

10/25/2016 9:57pm

aah wow.. this one tho
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Postby ravenrussell » Sat Oct 29, 2016 7:18 am

"...Stout"
I hold my passion up for firesale.
Buyers, nefarious and unruly,
circle the stacked tables.
A loaf of my wailing abilities.
Tryers and the need to be cool,
Wait for the cheapened bake sale.

I abhor the shoppers last bids.
My prices becoming bulk deals.
Feeling the plummet.
Abacus wielding, they sum it.
The last gasp steals,
manic releases upon the widows.

I mark my shelves for closeout,
Pinchpenny lovers, feeding frenzy.
Buy it while it's hot.
Take the whole lot,
in its spinning, failure quench me.
Barkeeping me a dark, insatiable...
By: Russell Jay Keenan
10/29/2016 12:06am

"Untitled, Ink Would You take the honors of naming it again"

I could be the answer to your mystery novel,
as its splayed pages spill crime, drama, and questions.
You could be the medicine to my pharmacist.
Keep up your vigor, for it fills your fragile face in.

I could be the demand on the end of manipulation,
as its subtle foes pick up decanter after decanter.
Recanting my miracle in digestible fork loads,
standing at a crossroads with a bible and bubble.

I could be the remainder in your third grade division,
as the decimal floats in a stew of derision and isolation.
Your perplexing legs seem to crawl all the way in.
My archaic and arachnid feet lead me down life's folly.

I could be the cancer immunity, head drug need sincerity,
as your mind uncurls, knots of the things that are not.
Wrinkling new ideas, at least new to you and me.
Speak up when your time comes to listen, vice versa.

I could be the reprimand morning, dawn like barn storming,
as your pasture is filled with instincts and the damned devouring.
Sprinkle me with the gems of your past holidays to disaster.
You will always be my heart, as it skips when you show up.
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Postby ghostdogg » Wed Nov 16, 2016 11:43 pm

Wow... Just wow. Your words always hit so close to home for me...
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Postby ravenrussell » Thu Dec 08, 2016 7:43 am

Brand New One 12/7/2016 11:42pm

"You Are My Authors"
Lean in and share a moment with me.
Breathe as heavy as you like,
Sleep as soundly as you want,
Be bashful as much as you need.

Spin your tops on repeat,
dreidels left drifting to the right,
like a pump shotgun, the metal rounds,
a floor as silent as before,
but it's the groundwork, the foundation
to this whole moment.

Write a metaphor that bores into me.
Spill similes on my sleeved up arms,
where the name my heart stores,
resides amongst day's dandruff,
and impossible stresses cracking,
an arm of muscled repression of her.

Follow me down the cul de sac,
in. example. all. points. bulletin.,
where my ambulance waits, strobing,
listen to the way you wrote this,
copying my chaos screams on Blackberry,
using thorns as styluses. Gacked!

Follow your line for officer friendly,
with a stack of regrets and excuses.
It'll never be my fault for what I write,
blaming the stork for dropping me with
keyboards for hands, cynical sardonicism,
and a penchant for gathering the struggling.
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Postby ravenrussell » Tue Dec 13, 2016 3:14 am

"Ever"

The ever distant future is the only perfect moment.
It is unfouled by humans, and not yet a forgotten,
or misunderstood memory of the past.

The particle present, fused into a complete future.
We may choose the direction we experience time,
but we can not choose the direction of her winds.

The present is busy, chaotic, serenity not insured.
I stand at the crosswalk of this ever infinite-lane road.
I look both ways, past and future, but if I continue...

looking both ways, I will never see my current steps.
I will trip over even the smallest pothole,
tiny pebbles of instances, confounding medians.

Time is a construct of the human mind, but
without time we may have never been.
The chicken cries fowl when its egg has wings.

Fate, like a finished jigsaw puzzle, we may
recut a piece, but all of the other segments,
are reformed to fit into fate's inevitable portrait.

The crowded alarm clock hours, buzzing,
but timezones keep them going forever, ever
needs for the night drained dreamers of AM.

If the clock had five more hands, would we notice.
The tinier segments of existence may change
what we notice of time, slow us to a different reality.

Time is like a blindfold for our sense of mindfulness.
Trauma and worry further disable our vision.
The face of the clock riddled with smiles, sneers, sorries, all samples of seconds unfolding.

How many generations until you are forgotten?
We're not the yellowing photos, the mildewed news.
We, the digital dust bowl, tomorrow's dead archives.

Future selves look down from not yet bought shelves.
Paradoxical children who allow us to borrow the present.
While their future is a wrapped gift,

ever under a Christmas eve tree.

We are but memories contained in future loved ones' bereaving tears.
My fear of the future, like a guard,
who keeps me locked in the past.

Ever after, does not denote the hero's death.
Happily is transitory, a flicker of a ghost,
with tomorrow being steadfastly alive and well.

By: Russell Jay Keenan

12/10/2016 2:51am
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Postby ravenrussell » Sat Dec 31, 2016 5:54 pm

Raven Flexes
finally flexing
feeling faith
as a verb

Raven admires
admirable amigos
double As
been phased
as a past

trying to live
climbing slices
heaven's spices
Angel flexes

Raven Flexes
a little loquacious
mstly flrtatious
costly muscle
body guard me

Raven aspires
tired islands
awaken to the lens
grace spectrum
at very long last

soldier of solder
melt me startled
body barter me
Angel flexes

Raven Flexes
day survived
day earned
backpocket
interest filled
Peace to all.
-Raven
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