Styx Flow!

Such is life and the words that are cried across the keyboard. I think coherence isn’t part of this.

Art by H. Koppdelaney

Styx Flow!

I need to spread my wings
and learn to fly.
If I want to visit
you in heaven.
through pillars of stone
one’s final journey started.
Carried by crippled crows
we watch your vessel
taken away by Styx Flow.
The fee of liquorish and cupcakes
And candles lit to light your way
We say farewell
to a great mother,
never complaining.
A loving grandmother,
never asking.
And the rich great-grandmother.
that always held a smile.
leaving behind,
parts of the heart
synchronized to form a whole.
Waves of tears, the shores flood.
Helping you to set sail
to find your peace and lost love.
Thanking you
with great respect
and sadness.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

Thought of the day! April 19, 2016

As we rushed in yesterday we were all startled in fear and fell silent.

No need to fear Death, if it is not the end of it!

As people do belief in an afterlife whether hell, heaven or reincarnation it makes me ask us why we so afraid. Fear of it being truly the end after all. We can’t look beyond death, but there is no means to be afraid of something natural.
Bit creepy this week. Must be an upcoming birthday.

Promise to Death!

Art by Kxg Witcher

Promise to Death!

I can get down
on my knees
And plead to your
kindness.

Truth be told
I know you.
Better than
anyone.

With head raised
I won’t apologize
or say I’m sorry
for the choices
I  once made
for the sake of life.

Was it not our own
promise, pact
never to regret
the motions we set.

You and I
Are no different.
Cut from the same
wood, brothers.

The grinding past
passed away
deepened our
history, under
monstrous lies
the future’s soil.

We will be
under buried rubble
dusting the engraving
is but a weeping storm.

I’m sorry
only kills our heart
separate the truth
between both

OUR Graves.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

This is about me making a promise to myself after burying the past filled with al kinds of horror and shit. Never to look back at the choices made without forgetting where I been and came from. Awaiting to be buried with my sins when the time has come. Until then I will make the best of my life.

Wings of Sadness!

Not quite sure where I am at the moment or where I was when I wrote this. Somewhere I might have heard the bells and bring me back to a darker place of my heart.

Wings of Sadness!

Through the valley
under gates of clouds
chimes an echo
of copper bells in shrouds.

High reaches the tower
caretaker of time
pointing to the heavens
an overture pantomime.

Wind embracing
the fallen with empty glares
Welcomed by the sun
his timid glistening tears.

A heart buried
with blooded hands
Left thoughts entangled
in dangerous umbrage.

Life and death
met in solemn place
for many moons
a memory carved in stone.

Through the valleys
on wings of sadness
chimes an echo
of a dying dream.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

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