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| 9/22/05 Just wanted to let you know that I am in the process of adding new poems so ingnore the empty space below lol. Raven |
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| Standing on the Threshold of Death Standing on the Threshold of Death The raven waits and watches as you turn to say, "I am not ready". The raven blinks and in your mind you hear, "As if the choice is yours to make." Though death is not what I fear, but the uncertainty of what comes next. It is the world of mysteries, and this one does not enjoy jumping into darkness. But there is the belief that it is just a stepping-stone to something new, something more than I once was. But it is time to see what is beyond the now; what can I become when I jump into the darkness? Make that last step into the unknown, the last true mystery. So, how do I take that last step, what must I do to finally jump off the precipice? Take one small step at a time. And hope that I have a soft landing. Cherry Raven Copyright 2004 |
| Follow Your Bliss Fighting my future, what a stupid thing to do. Wasting time keeping me less than whole. Why? Do I think that I can never achieve wholeness alone? Do I think that I must have someone to be a complete me? Are you telling me that through all the struggles in my life; All I had to do was just become me? What a foreign concept, and how does one actually become whole? Find your bliss is what I have heard, find what makes you smile and laugh. Find what your heart most desires for you! Not your Mom or your Dad, not your brother or sister, preacher or teacher. What is in your heart? Dig and dig deep for once you have found it, you will never mind being alone. Life is full of pain, but somehow being whole, will make the pain easier; for you, will do what makes you, you!! FOLLOW YOUR BLISS! Dedicated to Chip Cherry Raven Copyright 2004 |
| My Sensuous Celt I find that I could lose myself in those blue eyes of his. Drowned in the deep sea of his soul. Let him take me to the place where our world becomes one, with the touch of ecstasy and passion. My wonderful Celt that shows me a world I have always longed for. One of freedom and friendship, of laughter and joy. A world of new experiences and relentless sensuality. I find myself drawn into his existence with such force that I am lost. Dedicated to Marty Brown of Atlanta, GA Cherry Raven Copyright, 2004 |
| The Song of the Mother The Mother can be heard in the whistle of the wind. Though none have truly listened for two thousand years. The Voice that blows gently upon the winds has awakened the hearts of her children. They move to the future, Where one day Her laughter will be heard, not only in the wind, but in the waters of the sea, in the mountains of the earth. Through the cackling of the flame. She will be heard! Awaken she calls! AWAKEN! Cherry Raven Copyright, 2004 |
| Being One I sit and think about the times we've been together, Thinking that these times are impossible to forget. You carry me through thresholds of pleasure, Watching me as I squirm with delight. The ecstasy that drives me comes from your very soul, Your desire to please me and make me whole. With every moment you are gone, I seek out the dream of us being one. Dedicated to Marty Brown of Atlanta, GA Cherry Raven Copyright, 2004 |
| Break & Run I stand between myself and freedom Fighting the directions my life can take. And at all the turns the doubts are clear, How can I fake what I know is there? The feelings aren't like usual today. They run and swing and bind in ways, That hurts my soul and mind. And in this daze I stay. Longing for the thing, and hoping it Will go away, never to return. For the fear of that longing is so strong, That I would rather be without his love. And if I am without his love, The risks are still the same. For if not with him then someone else will find a way to make me lame. Staying strong and remembering me Is the only plan I mean to seek. I shall rule my life and have some fun, But leave some room and space to see, So I can always break and run. Cherry Raven Copyright 2004 |
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| The Screaming Pain The screaming pain within my brain Yelling for me to see, what I do not wish to see. It has been there for many years and yet only now do I truly understand the pain that keeps screaming in my brain. Frightened to lose that last effort to keep my father with me, Never gonna work no matter what I do. Let him go and let him through. Realize that they come and go, people leave and there is you. How do you survive? How do you deal? You laugh You cry You run Yoy crawl You eat You starve You scream You sing And then the sun shines down and it's raining. Cherry Raven Copyright 2004 |
| 2 Lions Companion and friend, how does she begin, to say what's in her head? As oft as they have shared their bed, will the nature of their souls be fed? One lion tame & in control One lion wild and hard to hold. And all the wild lion seeks is for her passion to find its peak. Can you? Tamed & in control help all her passions to unfold? And if you find that you're not so bold, are you willing to free her soul? Cherry Raven Copyright 2004 |
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| Remote & Absinthe In one night with one remote, a toy of secret pleasure. Placed discreetly in your hand, to turn my soul a measure. And to start the night off right, a drink of Absinthe too. To open up my mind, in hopes of being used by you. Although your passion for me faded, that night will ever remain, a Sterling glimmer of all my secret pain. A desire in me awakened on that night, I cannot seem to shake. I wish you many blessings, and no, this is not fake. And now that I'm restored, I wish to give you thanks. Thanks for being one of the keys to help me, unlock me. Live well Sterling Raven P.S. Honesty is GOLDEN! Or perhaps in this case STERLING! Thank you! Cherry Raven Copyright 2004 |
| Sterling One shining sterling glimmer of light has ignited all my secret fires and awakened many more desires. Knowing you for that one night, has taught me not to fight that which I most require. A man of mystery & light to take me to my sexual heights. And Although you may not be he, there are many more within the sea. Finding him will take some time, but for now the world is mine! Dedicated to U know who!!! ;) Cherry Raven Copyright 2004 |
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| Lost in Translation Lost in Translation of a dream, Misinterpreting lies for truth. Realizing that I am naive, and boy what a waste. The milk has turned sour And now here I sit without, that which I thought I sought. Dying once again inside making life a demeaning ride of intrustion and mistrust. Leave me be and here I will see that all that matters now is me. Time to be selfish. SO FUCK OFF!! Cherry Raven Copyright 2005 |
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| Brand Me He asked me if he could tattoo my name to his body, I thought no way, but a raven would be quite okay. Brand my body then, capture my mind, cage my soul, Was all the lies he told. Burn your body, derail your mind, and sever your soul for you no longer have a hold on the spirit of this bird. The magic's that reside in me, have set my body, mind and soul free of all those lies you told and now I am once again to distrust all that I behold. Seeing is not believing and one sick fuck does not a lasting friendship make, so take your body, mind and soul and stick it up your arsehole and if you seek this raven sweet again, know that I eat carrion meat and shit it out the other end Cherry Raven Copyright 2005 |
| Love The moon droops into the cool darkness like fragile stars that escape the heavy atmosphere the car softly cruises to another random memory a reflection of what i have survived i'm delightfully flying across the eternal median of the road the night soaks into my shallow skin as i curve my body towards the direction of the bohemian road she is the nocturnal goddess the spiritual muse of my beautiful heart deeper i drive to grasp her energy through the earth and rain your cloud fingers comfort me surrounding me with this intoxicating white heat this is sacred heaven i believe flashback history i'm still bright as a primative star forming i'm still a sophisticated mystery like the bang of creation please let me silently slip into the sky's extended arms please let me patiently grip this emerging, ghostly ecstacy if i kiss and carress you so sweetly i would offer you my inviting lips and heal the lies of man If i could remove your curtain shadows i would gather the light offer my magic hands to you she is my love til the last departing end of my breath like a married partner whose love is before time i've bonded with nature copyright Chris McDonald 2005 |
| After the Bath After making love we lie in bath water the color of chamomile tea, Legs entwined, Quiet except for our breathing. Slowly, methodically washing ourselves, Arms, legs, breasts, and bellies... Steam rising from our pinkish skin, Broken commas of soap Circling Like moonlight in a Van Gogh It is early afternoon and we speak softly, Planning the maps of our day In vague mumbles A drive to Sarrack's Wine & Spirits And spaghetti Milanese, Words trailing off in translucent ribbins, Perhaps for use another day. Watching our hair from our bodies drain I know we have become beautiful, Two more souls in a ritual As ancient as war. I kiss your leg, I call you mine, And in this moment, Fully in bloom and seamless, Not even the hand of God can touch us. copyright Chris McDonald 2005 |
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| Mooon Beneath the emerald glow of the moonlight I gaze at the stars and become enveloped in peace Consumed in an instant bliss, cascading my presence with joy My life passes by, portraying child-like images Lost in my precious dreamland... I am free to drown out the worries of today To hold on to promises of tomorrow I face the world head on, holding nothing back As my imagination runs free like the wind Though I sit quietly as silence soars around me The joy remains... tracing to the unknown In this small life I lead, I hold no regrets, I look up at my love the one who keeps me going, and smile. The night can be your imagination copyright Chris McDonald 2005 |
| Mind Numbing Mind numbing vision Pain in insecurity Washing destruction From it's path. Cleansing vibrations Leaving nothing but the shell. Escaping through past efforts Lost again in fear. Goodbye is all I know, Will it be enough this time, I wonder? Cherry Raven Copyright 2005 |
| Broken Promise lights dim on the road that night driving fast as I can to reach the love I desire to know skidding squealing sound of tires as the car tips, crashes and burns dead on the side of the road, no love to bring me home I am sorry I broke my promise Cherry Raven Copyright, 2005 |
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| The three poems below were written to me by one of the most special people in my life. He is gone now, but he helped me to see my worth and to try to live life with Child Innonence; faith and hope that all I desire can be mine. Thank you My Sweet Bard. |
| We Have Died Basking beauty tightly locked away tall towers stand between that which she desires. Heaven reached through the touch of ones mind, as whispered words of love are heard. But lonely nights cry out for am I forsaken by that soul I called mine. In ever lasting eternity we have died. Cherry Raven Copyright April 2005 |
| Senses Stimulate my mind with words of passion romantic notion speeding to an explosion of the senses wandering through the scents of earth tones as lips move to meet lips. A strategy of caresses roam the barren flesh to find the gate of heavens light that shines within your eyes. Opening up to expressions of submissiveness, while tearing down the dominance of temptation to find only the vast reaches of desire dining on a plate of your lust. Cherry Raven Copyright May, 2005 |
| Darkness Seduce me with words of passions rising from the earth to fill the senses of the deadened hearth. The fire of your heart once burned deeply in this soul, yet traumatized and left to die the flame extinguished by all the lies. Movement of your breath frozen in the depths of winter's untouched snow. Drops of blood that I now curse to sow what's left in this blessed earth. Begone from my past Begone from my memory for the web has been extracted pulled from a dying heart to be left in solace to find the night where darkness is my only light. Cherry Raven Copyright April, 2005 |
| Frustration With the setting of the sun each evening my tears fall again and again. The last rays of my love die each night along with the sun, and I find no comfort in the moon. I look into the future and see nothing but the waters of frustration and drowning seems a comfort. Cherry Raven Copyright 2005 |
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| Lurking Watching from the shadows lurking heart waits to see her next move, which way will she turn? Will she keep faith with herself? Realizing there is more to her then they all seem to see. Realize her worth in her eyes and live life wihtout compromising herself. And while viewing he sees her awaken to her own self worth and she is lost to him for she will no longer compromise her body and soul to simply help him to feel his worth through her shining eyes. Cherry Raven Copyright 2005 |
| Deepest Hell Below I would have worn the Bindi I would have worn the bangles I would have walked in front of you if only to protect you. I would have walked beside you, I would have walked behind you, which for me was never an easy thing to do. But for you all these things I would have if you had survived to renew our love. Was it deceit, was it all a lie? Or was it the deepest kind of love that only we two seemed to know? My sweet and wonderful bard happiness in heaven above is all I hope you know. For lies will only bring the deepest hell below. Cherry Raven Copyright 2005 |
| Love is Laughing at Me! Running in circles meeting those who close themselves off to me although expressions of love in actions done but all is my fault accountability is nowhere laid but on my shoulders rests for you have done no wrong except to strain my heart and twist in my eyes what you think of me friends no more damage done you have won so let me be let me rest to gather strength for loves next test cause it seems to me that love is laughing at me Cherry Raven Copyrigth 2005 |