The Crow's Nest (Corvuspirit's Poetry)

CONCEPTUAL LITE

zero calories
in ideal packaging
vicarious satiation
conceptual lite

shallow experience
deeply opinionated
attraction to definitions
and meaningless meanings

puffy chest displays
debate inebriated
pages read upon pages
the safe well trodden paths

talking in circles leads
to walking in circles
creating spiral patterns
in unattainable expectations

millions of excuses
why change was not embraced
and another lifetime
and another buffet line

~Corvuspirit

 

Fallen


creation has again fallen
and been spilled and spent
on such little loaded words
and little unloaded acts

this is far less holy now
than this moment deserves
and the hard-earned tears of loss
are shed for the deflation

jesus wept as he stayed
the tide of the human race
spiralling divinity asunder
in unending consumption

buddha wept crocodile tears
for egos who found their nirvana
at the center of narcissism
and forgot they had brothers

mohammed wept for those
who believed that sky gods
thirsted for the spilled blood
and terrorizing of innocent children

a long line of holy people
cried for how close grace was
to every cell at their birth
and in their death incomplete

so tonight i refuse to cry
for anyone that would would taste
of artificial holiness because
the bitter fruit's unappealing

i cry for the silent suffering whole
that has six billion reasons
why sometimes it is easiest
to roll over and go back to sleep

~Corvuspirit

 

Feasting Within Famine


I dare not exhale
knowing how fragile
the moments are
when all is right
in my world
wrapped up in
this absorption
of effervescent joy

I dare not speak
or the spell
may be broken
what good can words
come to
when there is nothing
to say
to add to
perfection

I dare not seek
beyond the immediate
for fear
that the anxious world
will crash in on
my solace
my moment
where the music
of the heart
holds center stage

why must peace
and contentment
live as estranged neighbors
of mine
on my street
why must joy
be such a rarity
happiness is
handed out as samples
when we are in famine
and denial
of our hunger

I dare not close my eyes
knowing how fleeting
and fickle
reality is
I will try
and hold this state
hoping this perfection
forgets
to fade out

~Corvuspirit

 

'Fallen' is amazing, I'm wondering how many
coffee shop and late-night moments it took
to polish the edges of those philosophical gems.

 

most of my poetry is exactly the way it came out...usually in minutes...not bragging - i know how lucky i am to not have to do re-writes

 

Certainly, I simply meant to speak of the depth of perception involved.
Where consciousness is present, awareness evolves over a lifetime.

 

Fodder


I am uneasy
as the smoke that struggles
from my cigarette
on this winter night
my thoughts half a world away
as sandy stretches sigh
to receive the blood
of its people

why the simple ones
living simple lives
must always inherit
their hole in the earth
by the twisted minds
of bored tyrants
in pissing contests
is beyond me

I will not entertain myself
with media masturbation
in spite of its glossiness
it remains ugliness
and we all deserve a better fate
than becoming titillation
for the never satiated masses

~Corvuspirit

 

For Every Poet


a vast white field
that begs for filling
the cursor blinking
its impatience
even when I think
I've nothing to say
the words tumble out
like thought precipitation

I'm never as arid
than when I approach this task
with preset expectations
the creative mind
and vast imagination
can not be harnessed
by mere words
or their recitation

before I settle in
to a topic
or to contemplate an outflow
I gaze to the screen
and in wonder
read what has been written
unconsciously

what felt like a lack of words
becomes a full page of poetry
and with no idea of
authorship
I sign my name
hoping it is the same
for every poet

~Corvuspirit

 

AND IT GOES LIKE THIS...(lyrics)

silhouette in the glow
of remote control t.v.
estimable and yet secluded
in this singularity

as the paint peels away
and the dust claims its hold
it's a talkative melancholy
as the shadows take control

(chorus)
it's the fear of flying
the fear of laughing out loud
it's the fear of trying
the fear of breaking from the crowd
try as you may
you've lost all display
and it goes like...this

and again it's a lonely hour
your space full of hapless voices
rusted from starvation
and weighted misguided choices

what muted out the passion?
what impeded the desire?
dreams dissolved to drowsiness
when routine stifled out the fire

(repeat chorus)

this transparent motion
you display your life within
is an endangered enactment
a house of dominoes waiting to begin...

~Corvuspirit

 

Autumn Matriarch (for my mother)

the tears
and leaves
and crows
find their autumn courses
inside the vigil room
and outside
over blue hill bay
my breaths
unconsciously
matching your's
in this
the dawning of the day
drawn within
the final hours of your life

share this lightening
of burdens and walls
this lessening
of the need to do
anything
but be with each other
you in the hospital bed
and me at the window
i've nothing left
but the sensual
how this transition feels
from our intimate
and present
points of view

seven breaths
the space between each
stretching out to meet
the morning sun
the impatient crows
the mourning son
and the falling leaves
all with our own
signature
volume setting
of silence

~Corvuspirit

 

Go Already Go


A teenaged girl
in a Ford Parental
cuts me off
with no one behind.
My hand tightens down
on the steering wheel
swallowing the anger.

We roll up to
a very busy
intersection.
My attention on
the jump spaces
in the flow
of the traffic.
There's our break,
I inch forward
but she misses
her chance to go,
busy changing stations
on her car radio.

My fingers begin to tap
impatiently on the wheel
as another space
passes us by
while she checks her look
in the rearview mirror.
She catches my look
of exasperation
and with all her will
she summons concentration
and starts looking for a hole
in the traffic to pull into.

There...
now go
she hesitates
and loses it.
There...
now go already!
Her cell phone rings
and she reaches to
answer it...

Go already
go damn it!
There's another big hole
I could have driven
six city buses through!
Let's pretend
the gas petal is the one
on the right side!
You've got the brakes
figured out!

There...and there!
Stop looking at yourself
in the mirror!
Why God do you forsake me,
and park me
behind the center
of the universe!??!
Go already go!

I'm sitting here
talking to myself
screaming in my head at her
to go already go.
Any signs of the calm
person that I thought I was
just took a flight
out the window,
like the Top 40 drivel
emanating from the
Princess's car stereo...

There, and there, and there!
I laugh maniacally as
missed opportunities
are squandered
by the bucket loads.

She glances
in the rearview mirror
to see a madman
who has grown a beard
sitting behind her,
and with a nervous glance
she cuts off a long line.

There she goes
Princess of the tarmac,
with a fleet of angels
strung out and tortured,
for their duty to protect her...

~Corvuspirit

 

Exoteric Avenue


Born again with your appetites in tow
is just another way to be of the world.
Seeking through experiences of others
is a vicariously long way back home.

You can walk all the paths of the world
and revise and debate dusty disciplines,
but beliefs, faith, and verbose opinions
do not demonstrate experiential knowing.

Put your need to hear yourself to sleep,
for you really have nothing new to say.
Why take credit for the original thoughts
of the mystics that earned their knowing?

You can dress yourself in external worth,
fill your space with the idols of a worshipper,
but only a child is enamored by the things
that shine and distract from the poverty within.

It was never a path that you were seeking,
you have been on a treadmill of validation.
In an effort to cling to your vicarious fiction,
your presence is squandered in expectations.

The answers were never out there tomorrow
there is only this moment for you to discover,
set aside verbosity for Poor Richard's saying:
you never learn a thing when your mouth is open.

~Corvuspirit

 

Fallen Angels


stripped down
of all our defenses
we are dangerous
unbridled passions
wash over us
and I'm lost as to
where you begin
where I begin
or where this dream ends

we have been cast ashore
on this ethereal island
two fallen angels
forgotten
but to each other
and the world is kept
at a distance
not to disturb
or distract us
as we melt into
this flesh bound collision

I am in you
as you are in me
no borders
just melting
into a pool
of fluids
and fire
consumed
alive for one scene
then the veil drops
and we return to our bodies

you are flashed
and fleshed out
into this passionate memory
that for one brief moment
I was left
inhuman

~Corvuspirit

 

Impact


I had come closer
this time
to baring my soul
then with any other
one turn of the seasons
seems wanting
there are too many
enchanted evenings
left unspoken for

to have finally
arrived at a knowing
of deep relating
I was in awe
of the safety
of my heart
in the hands
of someone
who would not harm me

tonight as our destinies
lead us diverging
know how I cherished
our shared time
more than just friends
in a less than perfect
ending
I say this
because I never got to express
one lasting thing...

never underestimate
the impact
you had upon me

~Corvuspirit

 

In Quiet Retrospect (for my sister)


in quiet retrospect
of events past and yet to come
I lay down my weight of sadness
that I know still burdens some

and I offer some upliftance
in this final chapter of my life
that the suffering is a fading echo
as I relinquish my mortal strife

I give to you my strength and courage
as a reflection of what you've given me
because even in my darkest hours
there shined hope from friends and family

these distances that we've breached
through the laughter and cascading tears
have brought us back together whole
and helped us to better understand our fears

so now as my short walk has ended
and the long journey for me has begun
open your heart and rely on our time together
to remind you of the good that we have done

~Corvuspirit

 

so much to read, wish I had more time! I've really, really enjoyed your writing. Today "exoteric avenue" stood out and blew me away; powerful piece of work there, got me thinking for a while here this afternoon and spun up some good tangents... thanks for sharing such wonderful gems

 

when i finally consciously understood what poor richard was saying: "you never learn a thing when your mouth is open"...it literally changed my life. ben was one of our great philosophers. thanks for the perusal and kind words.

 

In The Wake

a moment held
between moments
between words
between breaths
that is the hidden now
extending
as long as it is witnessed

it folds around
and becomes
a shelter against
running rivers
of memories
patterns
and expectations
a rock
a half tide
a knowing outbreath
and a peaceful landing

and this is all
that ever was
underneath the weight
and many guises
of what lay in the wake
of this waking

~Corvuspirit

 

HEY GEORGE (song lyrics)

i sat on the fence by my lonesome
waiting for the overcast skies to blow away
as the sun sets - you get to enjoy the silence
and life's ambitious addictions fade away

i've been a witness to the parade
of all my miscast coins in the well
there's never been a shortage of pennies
just uncertainty of the hole in the ground that they fell

(chorus)
hey george
for you i could cry
just as for me
you said there was still
still time for an escape...
but it saps away
my identity
waiting for an appealing
answer to life
to take shape...

half the world dying - half the world dieting
it's too immaterial and insatiable for me
you can sedate yourself from yourself
but you can never suppress the truth from me

some people scrutinize their pasts
i just try to keep my balance on this fence
who needs the guilt of self-inflicted estimation
and all the passionate failure it represents

(chorus)
hey george
for you i could try
just as for me
you said there was still
still time for an escape...
but it saps away
my energy
waiting for an appealing
answer to life
to take shape...

i've been a chameleon of careers of late
what i wouldn't give now to try it all over again
it's lonely not to look back and smile because of
what i wouldn't give up cause i wouldn't give in

now george there is more to life than death
it took some living to see what dying was all about
you end up with experiences in cardboard boxes
and the supply of closet space eventually runs out

~Corvuspirit

 

Low Tide


please take care of this lasting moment
that i am left here vocal without a voice
you're a well timed hand placed on mine
and the stubborn tears fell without choice

sometimes this life that i am not living
leaves no point of reference to guide me
it takes a depth to see around the fatigue
and outlive the limitations that hide me

you are so silent and so damned distant
i strain to contain the hole you left behind
posing an open wound of my vulnerability
an audible raw fissure to this state of mind

and when my eyes blur from the salty stain
of untreated tears evaporating in famine
i rage at the meaninglessness of suffering
when there are no witnesses to examine

how frigid it stays in the center of my heart
and how with a gesture you melt my ice age
oh the love and hate i feel for you right now
keeps me in obedience and pacing this cage

they say that when the tide is out there are
revealed one set of footprints in our rhyme
but there are none as i lie here and make
beach sand angels to help me pass the time

~Corvuspirit