Morning woke in full bloom
Turned a key of faded glory
Let madness out typhoon smile
In bitter rhyme and rhythmic dance
Embers smudge spirit callings
Electric waves docile moments
Crossing current equinox twin
In dime store shelter lost and found
Wooden Indian tear
Baring the soul of the tired
Witnesses mouths sewn closed
Desert wind carries hidden secrets that only children of distant ages could fully comprehend…
Tempered fixtures glare
Twilight reflections retreat
Empty souls of ego take and take
Taking more and never return
Manifestations of purity
A single line drawn in the sand
Nuclear holidays drawn and quartered set as martyrs Silhouettes along the horizon
Print shop gossip holiness
The Self lost in introspection
Barmaids dine upon the Host
Another child scoffs and turns away
Closer to the veil, the divine, the true mysteries of archetypes of destruction
The truth of matters in unspoken words and song
There are no excuses left
Only hollow actions casting stones
The dead curse holding fertile ground
There is no laughter in the vacuum of deafening silence
Birth
Life
Death
Reborn energy from stars
Are you ready to join the hunt
To redefine your soul purpose
Find the truth amongst the journey as destination loses all meaning
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 