Life - Falling Out

Life - Falling Out

You asked me once. To not share my writing with you anymore. It was too heavy, it hurt too much. It was too emotional for you.

So I stopped.

I never mentioned my writing to you again.

But I did not cease.

Poetry - Promises

Poetry - Promises

Before Iron and Coal, the bonds of humans were made in Blood, in Morrow, and Truths. Promises made beneath stars that bore witness.

Now, beneath a soot marred sky, you have forgotten PURPOSE.

Poetry - Obedience

Poetry - Obedience

Her lips against my ear, and a hand calm against my forehead.

"Drown" she whispers and pushes slow and painless.

I slip beneath the surface...

And did.

Poetry - 3am

Poetry - 3AM

Speak no words.
     Offer no dreams.

 Let the play of clouds
             obscuring, stars
                 be your only indication
of

 b
 r
 e
 a
 t
 h.

Poetry - Bleeding

Poetry - Bleeding

I'm standing on the coastline.

And my knuckles are bleeding,
drip.
   drip.
       drip.

Blue and silver,
Through the tape wrapped over my palms.

Poetry - To Live In This World - Mary Oliver

Poetry - To Live In This World - Mary Oliver

To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

—Mary Oliver,

Rest in Peace.

Life - Anything

Life - Anything

Sometimes say something.

Sometimes say nothing.

Sometimes, say anything.

        Don't wait forever.

Poetry - Wish - Neil Gaimen

Poetry - Wish - Neil Gaimen

A little poem and a little art for 2019, from Neil Gaimen.

Life - Shatter

Life - Shatter

Shatter silver threadbare raiments
Like dust fallen silent we ply this
strangeness.

Drift ethereal and cold
I am left alone.

Poetry - He/She

Poetry - He/She

Poetry in a Diamente Format. It was a writing challenge this week.

I might do more later

She

Tall, pretty

Reading, Dreaming, Thinking

Her gaze unblinking on his, his lips to hers

Smiling, Singing, Dying

Confident, detached

He

Poetry - Come

Poetry - Come

Come the darkness, and wind and rain
Come chains to bind the unwilling
Come fall the best, let angels rest
For my lady shall walk the world again.

-From the collected books on Nysanna

Poetry - Silence

"There are some qualities, some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade."

-Edgar Allan Poe, "Silence"

Writing - Remembrance Day

Writing - Remembrance Day

Forgive the late night ramblings of madmen.  Namely I.

Our house is quiet right now, half the household is out, working or partying, doing what they do I suppose.  I worked a full 10 hours today, then came home, ate some food and hung out with friends over the internet to play some games.

Tomorrow, I am waking up early with some of my compatriots, going down to Victory Square in the chilly November air and paying our respects.  We're going to wake up early, I'm probably going to shower and shave three weeks growth of beard off.  Don some nice clothing, and stand in the quiet of a tuesday morning while we listen to song, and poem, and the Last Post.

Art - Trainride in Manhattan

Art - Trainride in Manhattan

I get sidetracked easily.

Shhh.

It doesn't mean anything.  Remember?

https://soundcloud.com/ravynn/trainride-in-manhattan

Poetry - Dark Sonnet - By Neil Gaiman

Poetry - Dark Sonnet - By Neil Gaiman

Dark Sonnet by Neil Gaiman

I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such,
although I liked a few folk pretty well.
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch, for brave men died and empires rose and fell.
For love, girls follow boys to foreign lands, and men have followed women into hell.
In plays and poems someone understands, there’s something makes us more than blood and bone.
And more than biological demands for me love’s like the wind unseen, unknown.
I see the trees are bending where it’s been.
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown.
I really don’t know what "I love you" means.
I think it means don’t leave me here alone...

Poetry - A Boy Has A Right To Dream

Poetry - A Boy Has A Right To Dream

A boy has the right to dream.
Endless Possibilities stretch out before him.
What awaits him down the path he will choose?
The boy doesn't know.
Before he knows it, the boy has become an adult...
... and he learns what he was able to make of himself.
Joy and Sadness accompany this.
When this happens, does he bid his past farewell in his
heart?
Once a Boy Becomes an adult, he cannot go back to being a
boy.
The boy is now a man.
Only one thing can be said: A boy has the right to dream.
Endless possibilities stretch out before him
All men were once boys.

Liminality of Death - Light

Liminality of Death - Light



My friend,

we … are going home

I close your eyes now

we are going. Home.

Home.

Liminality of Death - Darkness

Liminality of Death - Darkness



My friend
you are a lost thing


But it need not
be terrifying


No color
no substance
emptiness


You are not stopped
by anything,


You are now at neither
a beginning
nor an end


Death has happened
It will happen to everyone

Liminality of Death - Water

Liminality of Death - Water



My friend
you are feeling light


The wind element in your body
drifts away on the wings of crows
to plummet and become rain


Be rain, fall
and fly


Your spirit is light.
It has no anchors


Every thought you have now,
has a kind of power


Don’t pity yourself
Don’t make yourself small


You want things,

your things.

But they are no use now
and you are no use
to them.


Release them
and yourself

Liminality of Death - Wind

Liminality of Death - Wind

My friend
you are feeling heavy


The fire element in your body
burns itself out
and drifts on the free air

No more external sounds
No more internal sounds

You have no saliva
No sweat


Now you feel cold
You have a sense of far off
of Vastness


You see fireflies or sparks
in the smoke rising


You can’t get enough air
you are become a hollowness