The Crow's Nest (Corvuspirit's Poetry)

Wanted to keep my poetry in one thread...hope that isn't considered tacky, but my poems are my voice (for what it is worth). I'll post a few a day until I am spent. I'll begin with my favorite original...

A Stop Along The Way

I've come home
having beaten
horizons into hindsight
to lay foot and payload
upon the soil
of a people
long buried
like their hopes
of ever being
burden free

I am blood tied
to the topography
of this melancholy
should I join these houses
and their inhabitants
in peeling paint
and graying hair
and loss of vital signs
then all the miles
that I have placed behind me
would come to nothing

would you have me
still standing still
still in the dream
still like the background
still like the blood
that makes its way through you
trapped in the gravity
of whatever keeps you asleep

I know the road
that led me away
is the same road
that brought me back
and I know the road.
there is no going home
to or from
a stop along the way
sometimes history repeats itself
by not repeating itself

~Corvuspirit

 

Atmospheric Singularity


you sparkled briefly
just for me
being the final witness
of such delicate
mathematical perfection
my little
atmospheric singularity

I awaited your arrival
with visible breaths
in this wintry
moment of grace
as your form
melted in contact
with mine
an open palmed
caught miracle
that met its end
in my inspection

a hundred
or a thousand feet
or perhaps more
you made form
and embodied
solid possibilities
of divine art frozen

if a snowflake
falls in the forest
does anybody here
catch its loveliness
in wonder
of wonder itself
I did
and for a brief moment
was absolutely
enchanted

your little unique
dance and death
invisible to all sentience
save mine

~Corvuspirit

 

Drunk Dry Three Times


the first layer of me
was shed like a
maelstrom of emotions
and words that cut and burned
and raged like a wild fire
at me and from me
were
hate hateful hatred
all defensive
and all repetition
until it burned away
all semblances of me
and I knew I felt nothing

the second layer of me
was shed like a shit heap
of inflated words
and definitions
upon definitions
lip service in place of experience
shown the light of day
by the experiencial fact
that I did not know anything

the third layer of me
was shed like the skin
of the snake that lived
in the tree of knowledge
of good and evil
the skin falling to the ground
like pages of books
I have lived and read them all
and come away
knowing I am nothing

the fourth layer of me
is an empty cup
drunk dry three times

~Corvuspirit

 

Buzzed On Another

I am
your witness
at your peripheral
vision
I am
buzzed on you
absorbed with you

intimate
without the walls
silent
watching the dance
of your being

this is love to me
this is ecstasy
being buzzed on you
in an eternal moment
of witnessing

the delicacy
of your movements
the in breath
the furrowed brow
the hair fall
the inward lean

absorbed in you
absorbed in whatever
you are doing
whether it be writing
or daydreaming
I am buzzed on you
until the spell is broken

when you feel me
feeling you
and turn
to look at me
and ask
"what?"

~Corvuspirit

 

Body Language


I am the voyeur
of the witnessing
the way your fingertips
glide over glistening skin
in nervous glances my way
and unconscious body language

I know love does not come easy
to a small town boy like you
and this tension of being so close
to what your body needs
is making me delirious
with a longing equal to yours

oh the slow vibrational drag
as magnetism makes
rational thought a task
I am wandering like your fingers
over that able body landscape
and salty droplets of summer haze

I know love does not come easy
to a small town boy like you
and I am watching this opportunity
building in tensile sensuality
we may not make aching contact today
but there are tomorrows in waiting

~Corvuspirit

 

(inspired by a photograph of a starving child)

CAREFREE

i will be dead
and make the quick
journey to dust
before your film ever
gets developed

take a good look
at the ghost i am
before or after
the last breath
mattered not to me
as much as something
to fill the emptiness
in the center of me

sing your praise
where's your Gods now
banter your philosophies
about what is truth
i can not hear you
over the silent scream
that my lack of strength
could not release

what of my suffering
in your lavish lives
can you eat and shit
so carefree
unless you look away
from the reminder
that all is not perfect
in this world

what good is your
technologies
and your shining cities
and your shit heaps
of things
that you fill your
voids with
if you could not save me
you didn't even try

as long as i am
half a world away
you can sleep tonight
carefree
like the passing thought
that i have become

~Corvuspirit

 

Anniversary


half a life
and half a world away
I took a ride
to break the chains
of a routined
existence

what do you do
when you find out
that time is the most
valuable commodity
of your lifetime

you cannot buy time
unless you downsize
the things that possess you
inward and outlasting
your need to fill the void
at the center of you
with consuming

I lose track of days
and throw calendars
into the flame
that has resurrected me

a dozen years
of demonstrating
that doing
is overrated
and underpaid

~Corvuspirit

 

Dark Night


I am aching
down to my source
tonight I am a ghost
in this echo chamber
these unending nights
have left my smile
emaciated

what turn of events
made me have to endure
this deepest cut
the bloodletting
of my sense of self
the silence is so cruel
and the lack so overwhelming

all my rivers
have run dry
the fluids refuse
to coarse through veins
pulseless
am I deserving of
this desolation

this is a hard walk
nothing appeases me
the best advice
falls like dust to my heels

why is everything
so close
and yet so out of reach
I run out of words
and I've run out of rage
just unconsolably deflated

so I will sit
in this wicked
empty space
of taunting inner voices
and refuse to rise
until I feel
the tide flow in
and my presence once again

~Corvuspirit

 

Egocession


it is the undertow
of matter
and its enticements
that keeps me
deaf, dumb, and blind
when I do
I do nothing
but sleep

if I try to fight it
I return to the dream
because like it or not
a body extends from my being
sucking potential energies
into its appetites

we can dance this mystery
every moment
until we sleep
then it becomes
a melancholy aftertaste
death is not mine enemy
unconsciousness is

~Corvuspirit

 

Emotional Vampires


we have shotgun tongues
and acidic accuracy
in our familiarity
we handed each other
an arsenal of stress points
and buttons to be pushed
because we needed an enemy
external from our needs

I know how to hurt you
and the pleasure it gives me
is only a pound of flesh more
than accepting the extent
of the climb that I am facing
and the clarity that this hole
will have my fiction buried
up to my neck in unmet needs

you've been satiating yourself
off of my emotional jugular
for so many tiring years
your heartbeat and mine
are becoming one tangled
deafening background noise
of empty vessels that thought love
was a feeding of our needs

I have awoken like a junkie
to a vast empty bed filled
with memories of the lies
we fed to each other for years
and as the detox shakes
begin to rake me over
I am faced with the horrible choice
of replacing you or finding me
in the sweating sheets of my needs

~Corvuspirit

 

holy!! i skimmed most of them..and the last one...was truly good..[but not 'goo'd] excellent poetry... its really dark and rah rah fked up!!!

 

Wrought with empathic thoughtfulness, your offerings come from so many different bands of intent. Well done, comes to mind... yes, these poems have been but skimmed, for each living work shifts with review... casting a glint and a gleam upon walls filled with shadow play. My favorite two are Atmospheric Singularity & Buzzed On Another. Thank you for sharing your work. The thread is appreciated, for it will be easy to skim until one finds the vibration that called initially.

 

Etched


your gentle soul
sheds my defenses
we are all ugly inside
when we pretend to be
but we are precious
when we need to be
my shortcomings
will never be
as important as you

this is our bridge
these are our times
built on enchantment
or burdened with our crimes
let our light be
etched in rebellious
rainbows

~Corvuspirit

 

DOWNRIVER

i watched the flow
of my fears from the safety
of the riverbank
for too many years
i have returned to that place
where i stepped astray
to reinvent and let go of
what ran away from me
downriver

i have broke the plain
of the elliptical
and in a dive
into my own faith
mixed with exhileration
and the madness
of the moment
i follow my own pace
downriver

i look as the chaos
takes potentates
and burnouts
and makes them both look
like lovers in the rapids
drowning in liberation
i become the slipstream
unencumbered
downriver

~Corvuspirit

 

Cold


my lines have eroded
to bare necessity
no one can trample me
better than me
hard introspection
naked estimation
i would not know cool
if i were trapped
in a refrigerator

a writer of fiction
and toter of shadows
it is an endless hill
that was climbed downward
into brick walls
death begat death
until reinvention
became obsolete

~Corvuspirit

 

Effervescence


my senses
follow your movements
involuntarily
since our lives
have become woven
into a tapestry
there is the comfort
of carefree breaths
with you lying
alongside of me
and a lack
of necessity
of filling these
precious moments
with words

there are times
that I witness
your simply being
and it impacts me
to the source
of what I am
and the tears
that well up
from deep inside
at the thought
of how blessed
I truly am

I am sharing
the ride of a lifetime
in such a perfect
effervescent pitch
pray that we don't ever
lose this
brand new feel
and the air of
responsibility
of proving to the hopeful
that soul mates
are more than
a possibility

we hold each
other's hands
and it's not so hard
to understand
why the promise
of the search
for love is in such
unceasing demand

I am frozen here
watching you
with space and time
an afterthought
with visions of
autumn years
a couple that never
tired of being one
is this an impossible hope
in an age of
disposable love
I am willing
to explore that long road
with you

~Corvuspirit

 

keramptha & sylvanlightning...thank you both for your perusal & kind words

 

I've been drinking in your thread all morning long whenever I get a chance (work, ya know).... it's been an absolute delight! you've a really devoloped voice; an almost simple style that's quite silky, elegant, and allows me as the reader to fill in the gaps, yet the poem's themselves still dictate the story. It's magical to achieve such ambiguity; proof to me of gifted talent. Thanks for such wonderful works; you've the beginning of a beautiful collection started, and I'm already eagerly awaiting more

 

wow! these poems are simply beautiful. each one holds my attention and keeps me reading. i love your style too, the short lines add great effect to the words and make you consider each one more carefully than you might with a long string of words jumbled together. I'll be frequently revisiting this thread.

 

thank you both for the perusals, and supportive vibes...gotta love the uncommon sense of north carolinians