Crow’s Flight!

Out to commit a murder and put my mind at ease.

It isn’t always a party up in my head or heart so to give the many crows some room to take flight and become a murder to silence the one thing that tries to make sense.
Clearly it doesn’t make sense to an outsider, but let’s just say I am taking a couple of days for myself.

The year had only started and there are things that need straightening or killing. Either way I need to get out of my own way for a little.

It can be scary to have a look at oneself, but it is something I need to do in order to keep a calm state of mind. This came forth after last weeks poetry where some of the my old self showed it self.
So to calm down I need this self reflecting and come to peace with the man I am today, This Crow I have become. A single person with a lot of masks left in the past and monster hidden and locked in attics and basements.

While I try to settle for the life I chose to live and have the rage find an outlet, I need to get my head on paper or something, spawn ideas and set them in ink. Things I want to try and do and make sure that every choice I make is one I won’t regret in the future.

Have a great week and I will see you when I get there, here.

Best Wishing
Ranting Crow

Blood Crow!

Felt like visiting the dark side of the Crow! Digging deep into the mind and flesh to feel a bit of life surge through my pulsing veins. I tried to incorporate two views or meanings of what once was.

The idea has been haunting me for a week now since this MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie did the prompt.

Blood Crow!

When there is
empyreal radiance
Of the divine
there is the
peril darkness
of the imperious
Taking the lives
from the anonymous

Clawed nails
of whalebone
penetrating
cursed veins
Suffering pains
hold down the
Dreaded souls
Hell’s treasures
Last beat of a heart

I am but a tool
a winged demon
becoming a murder
to survive insanity

The blood crow
clipping wings
from  whom desperately
try to flee the aperture
Reaching for the heavens
begging to forgive
Their lifelong sins
killing innocents
in their scorching fires

When there is
empyreal radiance
Of the divine
there is the
peril darkness
of the imperious
Taking the lives
from the anonymous

©Ranting Crow2014-’15

Lieber Crow!

Okay in German it truly should be Lieber Krähe!

Dear Crow.

Though we are not here today to nitpick on grammar or mix of languages. No, today is about some questions that were given to me by a nominee of the Liebster award, the lovely creative writer Blliteration at ‘All Alliteration‘

Now according to the rules I am not allowed to be nominated still when reading the question and answers I felt to join in on the questioning. And share the answers here with you. Who cares about rules if no one is to get hurt this way right.

I like to thank Blliteration for the kind thought of giving me the award. Now I will ask all of you to give the youngster a visit and maybe get inspired while leaving some inspiration and knowledge. And read on to see the questions.

So let us spread our wings and soar through unseen heights and have our mind be taken to places we never seen before. Hearing your own answers from the corners of your heart like a gentle breeze lifting you underneath the wings we will fly in tranquil spaces of the loving soul.

*What gives your life meaning?  

The innocent smiles of a child. The purest form one can find of a person who does not judge others and has nothing to worry about. Who trust without doubt and always is true to their own feelings and emotions.

*What has brought you joy and happiness lately? 

To see people smile genuinely with sparkles flying like fireworks in their eyes. Just little things make me happy the first snow flake, a small bird in a windowsill. Happiness can come from the tiniest of corners in our society. But does not have to be our own. When did you share a cup of coffee with a homeless person.

*How old were you when you felt like an adult? 

14 I think as I decided to quit school and start working. It may have to do with the fact I dislike my teachers who didn’t like me to be to smart for my own good. Maybe earlier around 11 when my parents decided I had to work for my own allowance. Or never as my heart still seeks that playfulness in everything.

*What is something you ask yourself all the time, that no one else asks you? 

To much to even collect here as an answer as my mind is a constant flow of questions with every word or thing I see. Why, who, when, how, can and should I? Life is a question itself.

*Why did you start your blog? 

I might have mentioned this before, but in short; It was to sooth the dragons residing inside me so they won’t eat at me and make me go insane, calming the storm that rages inside my mind with all kinds of ideas and thoughts. To me the blog has become an outlet to blow off some steam with rants and share my imagination and scribbles.
Wanting to provoke thoughts and learn from those who share their opinions. To give and take to share.

*What change in the world would you like to see in your life time? 

People to stop pushing their beliefs down our throats. It is bullying the weak or looking down on people and neither is right as it only creates conflict. Whether their beliefs are in money, wisdom or strength they should at least give me a change to think for myself.

*How are you helping bring about that change? 

Just to be me and share my thoughts. To listen and change myself and my beliefs. At the same time kicking and ranting to show the flip side of things so people can have a choice to change their own believes and ideas.

*Who is your hero? 

Everyone, my dad, my Angel and no specific person. Who helped me realize that I can change. Shared their thought to better myself. That mind is the master over the body. I learn for each and everyone. Why won’t you start acting like one and inspire the world to do better as well. I am no hero but I won’t run away from trouble.

*What are you passionate about? 

That is very hard to tell. But it is life and living it the best way I can. Standing up for what I believe in and share as much as I can. To be the better person and become even better by listening to others. And finding the innocents in everything around us. To find smiles and bring smiles that are real and with out worry.

*What is something you are grateful to have learned the hard way? 

To be happy with the littlest of things. Yes, having nothing makes you appreciate a given crumble.

*What do you find inspiring? 

The innocent smile of a child. Do I need to say more.

That was it ladies and gents. And just as inspiring are the real smile we see, the lonely tears that show true hurt. It begs us to do better and stand up for what we believe in without hurting others in the process. And as much as the truth will hurt us and those around us. Be open to it and hear it standing tall.

For I honestly believe that if we follow the truth there is no need in hiding it and we can ALL see it coming and understand it.

Best Wishes
Ranting Crow

Sky Children!

An idea born from an inspirational poem by Heartafire and was left in a comment. After a reread and some new inspired tinkering the following poem came to fly freely for you to read. I thank you all for being my inspiration and continued fill of the heart and soul. In return I hope to inspire you.

Sky Children!

Our tongues
are not speechless
our voices
will sound loud
let them echo
their innocents
through music halls
standing proud.

under pale azure skies.

singing free
without much worry
us the children
of the heaven blue
flying frolics
through the clouds
playing carefree
morning’s dance revue.

Until the day we die.

So hear me sing
and let the music
become like words
imagination the trick!
Watch me fly
and dance
on gusts of wind
make the feelings stick!

In warm loving hearts.

Caw caw caw
I am not a nightingale
Caw caw caw
who can sing a tune
Caw caw caw
For I am but a crow
Caw caw
writing his song for you.

©Ranting Crow 2014-’15

Okay that last bit may have been a joke.

Crow’s Day Off!

A fun write on a day from my life.

Crow’s Day Off!

Last week I made a promise and yesterday I followed up on that. It wasn’t hard just something I had to do. Early morning the alarm clock went on a frenzy, its ring was as meant to be, the most annoying. Tired and with my eyes closed, my arm cut through the air to find the clock effortlessly and hitting the snooze button.
My body felt wet and sticky from a night of sweating and swimming in heat. Every roll left and right was stopped with a electrifying shot of pain. Not quit sure why my brain was so worked up and occupied by a thought, my body was in need of a tent and had put up a pole.

For crying out loud!

Does this not promise to be a great start of the day. Grumpy, horny and tired as hell. Well I had a plan ready for situations like this. A simple do and don’t I do every single day. The coffee poured in to the mug relax me with its warm fragrance. Every fatigued muscle follow the impulses from the brain to loosen up and unwind.

My ass drops like an bomb into the softness of the sofa and my spine collapses under the great pull from gravity. Just the way every morning has to start. Slow and tranquil until the moment bells start ringing. God dam I forgot the alarm clock.

I drag my chin across the floor back to the bedroom. Only to find a gorgeous puffed curvature inviting me to dig my teeth in and dwell mindlessly between two peeks. While all curves smile at me with great ease, my own drop like that of painted clown. I made a promise and have to go and turn of the alarm clock.

I’ll be back!

After a second mug of coffee my normal calm returns and a smile has started to form. A quick wash to refresh from the night’s escapades to renew my eternal youth. Snaps and cracks of joints as I stretch myself remind me of the times I actually was young and limber.

The day off to fulfil a promise and ready to get busy. It may have been a while but something we never forget or unlearn. A third and final mug to start the day refreshed with a  vigilant awareness. All batteries recharged to full.

Going like greased lightning!

The house was still quiet but the table was all set up and ready to be used by me. Everything was cut to size. All that was left was to draw a straight line across to show the starting point. Finger tips curl around the edges, gently squeezing them together. One moment the surface is smooth as silk or a tantalizing goose bumps.

Like a conductor I take the lead and pick up the stick into my hand. With some well placed strokes I brush the white slimy paste like substance all over. It is warm and dripping all over my hand. A shake has it fly through the room.

My hand slams on to my forehead. What the hell was I thinking? Slumped down I run my hand through my hair, forgetting all about the gooey stuff.

Oh, behave! Yeah, baby!

Surely one can only imagine what the hell that would have looked like after a couple of swings covered in this almost transparent white sludge. “There is something about Mary!”

Oh yes imagine the look on me when I pass a mirror and see my new hairdo. Looking like a quail who is trying to be a punk and put its plume into a saw blade stuck into its head. All that was missing were the metal pins and buttons stuck in the face.

Is that … is that hair gel?

I jumped to the occasion to help out a cousin of mine. It is the normal thing to do when a relative asks for help. How cares it takes up a day. Sure enough it was hard work and ended up in a disaster for me. The end result was breathtaking if I did say so myself. I did my very best and got it all done. It was an orgy of colours while catching my breathe.

Sweat dripping from chin onto the otherwise naked surroundings. Streams ran along the spine as I stretched my body to reach the heavens. Every nook and cranny I visited with confidence and rubbed out the wrinkles. It came to end and I was pleased with the result.

I was the one who got chosen to do this after all and a sigh of relieve escaped my wet lips after a sip from a cold beer that looked at me in the fridge with those luscious drops of chilled water rolling down its neck.

Pick me! Pick me!

And so ended a day at an empty house, wall papering two rooms for a cousin of mine. It is something you do for family. No questions ask. You help them out by waving the brush on a stick around. Plastering paper to a wall so that the kids rooms are done before the move.

It was  a fun day that ended up with me looking like a fool and drinking a beer when my uncle showed up to do his work. Going home and running straight into the shower and relax some more.

Hope you enjoyed reading my silly writing today.