Raven Moore's Blog, page 5
May 27, 2016
Play
the obstinate choice
is saying yes
when you mean no
to something that was never meant
to be a part of you
because you are afraid
of the alternative
which you have not allowed
yourself to discover
yet
sometimes you need to be
in a seemingly pointless
situation
vegged out on
sounds of life
than stuck in a room
watching gamma rays
hoping your cancer will disappear
instead of getting up
walking
going out
and being a part of the resistance
to everything insane
making humanity clear
by your mere
presence and participation
in the rhythm of life
that tries so hard to be heard
the sense
in the nonsense
the sound
in the noise
able to perceive the good things
marking them
drawing a circle around them
protecting them
helping them to become
bigger
stronger
more important to
more people
who can only perceive
and understand
the rhythm
of chaos
hating everything
outside of their rules
made to protect themselves
from the unknown alternative
scared of everything
that has its own rhythm
bending over bowls
peering into them
never testing to see
if they have a sound
those people
the ones who take
an instrument apart
to see what it is
instead of playing it
May 26, 2016
Listening is Healing
I was told
that listening is
waiting
remembering
both what you want to say
as well as what is being said
smiling
laughing
enjoying
giving the other person
confidence
to explore their thoughts
listening is not
sacrificing your time
or being patient
although you don’t really care
or understand
patience suggests tolerance
in listening
of something
unpleasant
there is no need
to think this way
listening is an exercise
of value
where is it
what am I meant to learn
that the other person hasn’t learned yet
and when oh when
do we stop them
the talkers
who don’t like to listen
where is our time
lost in the time
of the other
when can I express it
that thing
that calling
that desire to be heard
listening is only one word
open
talking is two others
to it
how many times I would have liked people
to get to the point
and they never did
they just wanted to be heard
listening is
open
healing
May 25, 2016
Swimming Lesson
the one thing I care about
the least
is what emails
Hillary
has been reading
or writing
because let’s face it
we’ve come a long way
and that a woman is allowed
to read anything
at all
is a step up from a hundred years ago
when we just got the right to vote
when we had no voice
no say
no sway
into how our society was structured
if that’s the only thing you have on Hillary
then I say
cry me a river
and make sure
you can swim
May 24, 2016
Meander
meander means
to act like a writer
to feel capable of not getting lost
and to have some semblance of a plan
but to change your mind at every turn
and to constantly wonder
if you’re going
the right way
or
you’ve been going in circles
trying to get to the center
of your point
your argument
your thesis
your grand plan
your dom perignon
your oo la la
your peaches and cream
and then you get tired
from being confused
for so long
that you tell yourself you need a rest
when really
you need to keep on going
until
you get the swing of it
and find your home
don’t stop
til’ you get
enough
all night
beat it
quoth the Jackson
May 23, 2016
Bacon on My Bike
When I buy bacon
on my bicycle
I feel like
I’m flying through someone’s religion
such a sentiment is too heavy
for my breakfast
I just don’t want my eggs
to be lonely
without the accompaniment
of 3 finely smoked
pieces of pork
I just want to see it there
on my plate
next to my buttered, toasted raisin bread
excuse me if my mind goes oink, oink
while you are respecting Allah
I don’t mean to be disrespectful
I just think that
if Allah
didn’t want us to eat bacon
there would not be so much of it
and it wouldn’t taste
better than chicken
I believe that people have come
to be on this planet
because life is as tasty
as it is good
maybe I should consider
myself as a pig
slaughtered for the smell of me
I might then rethink
my bicycle rides
but then I would also have to
rethink beef
and chicken
and turkey
and fish
anything with eyes
could not go in my shopping bag
and
I also think that
if I had to really consider bacon
as a pig
and I had to kill the pig
for bacon
I’d much rather
eat two pieces of fruit
and call it
a religion.
May 22, 2016
Comedy
I could just be
bored
or I could be dissatisfied
with everything presently occurring
or I could just be boring myself
I think I’ll choose the latter
because that is
more interesting
there is something wrong with me
but
there is something wrong with the world
now
that would be the usual propensity
to say
that everything around me is not enough
and I am enough for everything
and everyone
to complain about nothing and everything
except yourself
that is comedy
I am a small spot
on a bigger spot
that few even know about
in a region of the world
that speak a language
most people don’t even know
or want to
I am a grain
of sand
on a beach
that many people visit on Sundays
at 2 o’clock for 30 minutes
if it’s nice outside
and they have nothing better to do
I am a big problem
obscuring real problems
with the problems that I think I have
no one really cares if you’re late
or on time
you’re a point of reference
when everything is deemed pointless
because a person thinks that they are not
the boring one
they are not a problem
it’s you
only you
you are the center
of their aggravation
until they find
another lilly pad to hop to
ask yourself a question
and then another
and then another and
keep going until
you have more answers than questions
which cannot be
as
there are no answers without questions
but there are plenty of questions
without answers
sometimes faith is all you have
and then
yourself
believe you are amazing only if
you believe you are a part of something
more amazing than you
because you are an answer
to a question
you are a reason
for someone’s concern
and there are no answers or reasons
without questions
and concern
May 21, 2016
note to self
girl
what can i do
to be great
should I alleviate
world
poverty
and save all the orphans
what would my title be
long live the queen
who sacrificed every moment
in her life
to do more
for someone other
then herself
could I walk the longest mile
with the most situations
and pains
and quarrels
and equations
to solve
only to reach the end
and discover
that was too easy for me
that would surely make me great
or
it might make me human
discovering
that my imagination
could never be enough for my possibilities
that my mind could not wrap itself around
everything that would ever
and could ever happen to me
discovering
that my heart could be broken
1,000 times
and still
I could love 10,000 times harder than
anyone who never had a broken heart
and always had the greatest love that
life could ever behold…
supposedly…
comparatively
what can I do to be great
should I sever that part
of myself
to find what’s valuable in me
that part that limits me
or should I be grateful for fear
sometimes
protecting me
from the limit
I guess the only way to know this
is to die many times
and live again
because
we go to our limit only at death
but still
we come back again
to do it even better
I say
go to your limit everyday
because surely
you will survive your limited imagination
enough times
to keep you alive
a few more times
than if you were not great
at all
being great is trying
the good things
that no one else would
I dare you
to be great
and not allow
the voices
to win
May 20, 2016
Sell
Artists are
posers
observers
starers
puppets that move in the same few directions
over and over again
in order to create something that makes
your mind
go in every direction
they see everything
from their table stand
to buy or sell
that is the question
to create
or hallucinate
imagining that you are a part
of society just because
you’re in it
contributing nothing
could be okay
but
an artist
gives
don’t buy
sell
adorn your hell
make it pretty
with your desires and wondrous thoughts of possibility
live in a paradise of intentions
reflected from pieces of art
the intention to love
the intention to grow
the intention to stand upside down
and live in a different world this way
be more beautiful
than anything you’ve seen
this side of illuminated
if you only imagine
you cannot create
then there will be nothing
when you are gone
and no one will remember you
as if you never existed
you were merely put into existence
move your paint
your ink
your arms
your instruments
life must evaporate
to show that it’s renewable
durable
consistent
persistent
of value
sweat it out
excrete your desires on canvas
if you have to
squeeze out your soul
eliminate
your impossibilities
sell
May 19, 2016
Home Is
the bees are coming
safely home
never wanting a sweeter flower
always knowing where
good is
it’s in the heart
the center
never
forcing you to wait
on the outside
on the periphery
looking in
and thinking
oh how sweet it is
as a question
not knowing that
home is open
with brightness
waiting
to be kissed
and completed
the bees are coming
they are loud
and shaking
they are vibrating
every bit of air around them for a hundred feet
they want you to know
they see it
they feel it
radiating permanence
home is
where the heart is
May 18, 2016
Create
I is so tired
and I don’t know why
maybe it’s because
I’m always trying
to do the right
thing
say the right thing
at the right time
in the right way
not too fast
and not too slow
I try to be perfect
and then I worry that
it was not
perfect enough
and I worry a lot
like
when I wake up
every morning
I think about what I did
or said
yesterday
instead of
thinking about what
I’m going to do or say
today
should be different
if I can think differently
I don’t know what
this should be
like
but
I know it should not be
like
that
so I read
so I run to clear my head and clean my blood
so I listen
so I meditate
and ultimately
what I must learn to do
every
single
day
is
create