My Crazy!

Not sure where my voice and thoughts come from these days. Every moment has become a challenge while I try to take a hold of what is my life. However this is me in my own crazy kind of ways.

Art: ‘My Own Worst Enemy’ by Vinhfx

My Crazy!

I’m returning, to life
into this fire.
The blaze of horrors,
scourge the eternal soul.
Hatred, fuelling rage,
burning up inside me.
Throwing knuckles
into the air,
like a blinded fighter.

Who needs saving?

A hero of what-nots,
facing his immortal enemy.
Ripples of forgotten memories,
insanity’s ghost, apparent.
A villain of his own mind
shatter mirrors over time.
Hearts lay broken, of those
who tried to love,
and left unspoken
are his actions and his pride.

Safe…, me, myself? 

From this cycle
of my own crazy….!

©Ranting Crow 2014-’16

No-Man’s Land!

I never know what the words will be when I start writing, or the feeling that comes flooding over me. A word or phrase just makes up for what is written next in upcoming heartbeats and breaths. My latest poem if one can call it that.

No-Man’s Land!

It was a no-man’s land
that belonged to only a single person.
Occupied by hearts and souls
of nations, all fighting
for a single piece.
A slice cut
nailed in place
and often breaking
the visits grew emotions
out of proportions
or frozen cold
directed with icy winds
to silence the mob
in this small valley.
Sharing, giving
hard to be taking
the love, talk and grumps
of the everyone on top
of my own iceberg
made up from roubles
to sink down at my feet and wish…

Wish… Dare I say
was it a choice to be made
to want and surrender to needs
based on hopes and beliefs.

Wish..

To find my no-man’s land quiet again
or together with a like minded.
Shared with many or just alone
none will ever just be great or better
but it can’t be worse than forsaken
forgotten and demolished.

No-man’s land belongs to everyone
but not all love it equally.
Tent to it with care or dwell
in its dreams of possibles.
Will one lift me up on her wings
drag me down through its mud
uncertainty within the noises
scares the hermit
who wants to be found
standing in the middle
of his no-man’s land.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

Let me know your interpretation as many have been swirling like a hurricane through my mind. And while writing it felt I had to touch as much of them as I could.

Cliché!

A fun write that came to be in a comment on a blog of a lovely lady. She is a great writer and busy tackling life in her many ways.

Cliché!

Not your average knight
in shining armour
drawn by sweet scent
of the helplessness
and stagnated feet.

Are you okay?  

The Cliché

Can you get up?  

My body,
it stops the mob
of blind and dysfunctional
from trampling a woman
with her hand
weightless in mine.

I got you. 

Déjà vu!

Breeze of silence. 

Just in time
to become a memory
inside future scar.
A smile enlightened
with the words
of gratitude.

Thank you, I’m fine! 

The Cliché

Journey continues. 

For your not
so typical knight
left behind
in dull armour!
It was the event
of a lifetime.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

A Man Am I!

I sure has hell have thrown my life upside down. There is more to this piece, but this will be to each their own who reads it.

A Man Am I!

I am a man in a world
troubled by its outlook
I step through the streets
with weary eyes
evading temptations
looking away from the damned
that hide underneath
our very noses.
Blind to deaf men’s ears
I gather truths
among the lies
in hope of becoming
a man I had envisioned.
Forgive not my sins
but help me conquer
the future by teaching me right.
Protect with me the children
of our future
by taking responsibility
for every action.
Breath, live, speak
of what you want them
to be and see them grow
into men and woman
better than us.

A man am I,
Thinking over my life
surrounded by the buzz
of the busy streets
if this I can make reality.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

Awaken My Spirit!

Just something different as my heart has calmed down and my spirit was awakened by her nakedness returning slowly the man who held on dearly to his devotions.

Awaken My Spirit!

Hush yourself
little darling.

Keep quiet,
bite the tongue
between lipstick lips.

Heed my whispers
sent into the silence
of our breaths.

Slow gasps
breaking up kisses.
In sync of one’s heart.

Let us welcome
your unspoken desires
wishes enlightened.

Out of the shadows,
your skin, My canvas
Colouring, embossing the flesh.

No need to see.
Images of the heart set free
into the embarked space.

Lingering touches,
of leather and nail
lusting quivers overtake.

Bound body
You are my inspiration,
A captured passion.

Awakening my devotion!

©Ranting Crow2014-’16