Raven Moore's Blog, page 11

Evolve

animalistic shit

human spit

blood on your face

social disgrace

idiotic things

like

able to do this

thing you didn’t

had to ask a friend

or two

paper ink runs on

the side of my penning fist

fuck this

ownership designed

own this

buy this

want this

or

create this

feed this

nature of a free will

is to more than survive

are you even alive

be offended by this

knowing that

you can

always do better

it’s not a mind’s choice

to get in the way

but your fear

forgetting to make

that last thought

that new connection

that could have

pushed you over

to

evolve

Amethyst

Dry

lifeless

pruned

without joy

without love

fearing everything

wanting nothing

staying still

my idea of an amethyst 

is not you

you are alive and breathing

eating

singing

dancing

laughing

trying

dying

reborn 

full of healthy

mistakes

and experience

learning

growing

loving

full

ready to bare it all

you’re intoxicating

enough

to make me

want more

there is nothing you need

to dress up

no bling

or red roses

no poses

just be

 

 

 

Glorious

 

Clean feet

underneath a poor design

ripened with age

riddled with holes

some dirt creeps up

on me as I request

change

loose change

spare change

crumpled bills

in your pocket that you

forgot to deposit

with the rest of your

self-imposed riches

I think

You should

always respond to requests for change

how glorious it is

when you perceive that

the only difference between you

and my poor

outer design

is not something more glorious

than what makes us

the same

Divined

Walk your tunnel

Walk your tunnel

tunnel vision

tripping you out

side

into a dream of happiness

you wish you were that

you wish you were there

you wish you could taste

you wonder why he didn’t

and she

didn’t do that

think that

know that

be that

try that

walk your tunnel

your tunnel

vision

of being what you’re

not

becoming

but never stepping out

into the middle

of the street

expose yourself

to the reality

that you’ve been waiting for

which you shouldn’t have waited for

unknown is the world

unknown is your world

too, I believe that if you could

you wouldn’t

or would you

if you had to

if you were free to

it’s not something you wait for

divine

is divined

and then

the end

too late

now

 

 

Sidelined

In the wistful

thinking

of my youth

it might have been

impossible

to engage such things

when walking a tight rope

it never helps to look

behind you and see

how far you’ve come

I might have feared

such things

would come to pass

angels speculating

this or that

and then

I remembered

that my glory

would never find me

when I wanted

but when it

needed

to be

then older

when it couldn’t happen

soon enough

I just did

what needed to be

done

Everything Beautiful

Everything beautiful

was made

the sky

the flowers

my hair

your chair

paintings are

pure

work

nothing pretty about

the process

except when

it’s done

everything beautiful

was made

and

so you will have to make

everything

you want to be

beautiful

exist.

Arriving

Once you arrive to an open space

feel it

the confines

are unknown to you

the sky is above you

the view calls you

forward

walk

don’t forget

what a cell looks like

you’re not in it

you’re here

out here

not nowhere

if somewhere

free

when you get to an open space

embrace it

acknowledge it

remember it

return to it

fill it up with

all of your love

because all of your love

is endless

Not Just Names

there is a history

that happened just yesterday

that no one

knows anything

about

These are not just names

Ciudad Juarez

is for Juarez,

the man

Cinco de Mayo

is for the victory

on May 6th

1862

Mexicans had over the

French…

Even Napoleon III

couldn’t

handle it

New Mexico,

California,

and Texas…

these were places

drawn much larger

unknown

to non-Spaniard gringos

before the

1800s.

these were settled by

tejanos

mestizos

mulatos

criollos too

Only starting with

13 colonies in the east

was not a coincidence

your territories

out there

were stolen

by

none other

than

the

US

and now

you want

the ‘immigrants’

you kicked off

their land

a little more

than 100

years ago

to leave again?

America

you’re out

of

line

Isn’t that funny?

Only serious people

can be

funny

I think

I imagine

many things

would make me happier

and then

I laugh because

I know

that won’t happen

being in touch with reality is

still optimistic

when you don’t actually

quit

you just toy with the idea

you just laugh at the mistakes

you just allow something to be

and describe your part in it

imagine all the scenarios

be entertained by possibility

in spite of

your despair

you laugh at your chances

of this happening

or this

and then

you realize

there is nothing

better

than

dreaming

because nothing

happens exactly

the way you

imagine it

and

hah

isn’t that funny?

The Female Genius

Eyelash enhancers

Padded bras

high heels

lace fronts

you can have my

sweat glands

I don’t like the stains

on my silk shirts

when I go out

of town

I must be

in my size 8s

hunger is optional

when I eat

I must have

only four carrots

save my banana

for after my 10-mile

run

I don’t get my period

anymore

but

I sure am

sexy in this

g-string

Betty White

is not a

bitch

because she

knows it

and

panty hose

in the winter

time?

just ignore the cold

seeping into your

hip house

babies find a way

with no help

from me

line my lips

right

eye shadow for the shade

from the humungous

hat

I wore

to church

stuck in the doorway

but I heard

the sermon

speak right to me

because I’m saaaaaved

from myself

under

this

forgetting

this

to get off the corner

of my mind

and into the vicinity

where people could relate to

me before the

limitless

nail polish

colors

made me

apparent

to

idiots

who

don’t know how

or when

to protect

the female

genius

books

are bought

and sold

and I read

them

all

at 6am

in a coffee shop

underneath

my fake hijab

I smile at no one

linger

not even

long enough

to leave any

understanding

always knowing

that

no one can tell

me

who I am

what I should do

how I should look

where I should go

when I should stop

why I can’t be

everything