Rise above, the mighty voice of Raven
show us the law and the beauty
the life and the duty,
Have us pay for the ceremony
and sing us the songs of centuries beyond.
Your daughter sees us from the beyond
brings the words that clear our dears across
– “pray for the unloved
not seen by us
and for us
who never sang at all.”
I pray for thee
I pray for anyone who cross my deeds
they crossed my time
for she will cross theirs
in hope to return the forgotten deed
of the past dishonour and greed.
This I wrote on Mirakee as aakitrav (my username). Since I am not using that app anymore, I am posting them here.
He paints me in ocean green
the wildest blues I wished them too
I can define those eyes anywhere
I have seen them searching the beyond.
They scare me
very deadly and very elegant
they don’t follow the pattern
I am accustomed to.
Never a lover of darkness
yet paints himself in the dark
he puts plants around the light
to find them they were dead all along.
He puts his chair in fire
to find it freezing itself to death
to hell with it, I could argue with it
still will be a vulture when I am hiding.
He talks in the smoke
and follows me through the trail
keeps a memo of me saying words
“Mr. Green, leave me alone!”
Sugar that cost me brightning firecrackers
From the insides; forgotten and unbelievable
I stood there to sell a few more
Yet I come to undwindling breeze
That carried by my forsaken godmother.
“Be hell with it!” Cries she
As she lunged forward to reign the command
And take this long winter
Away from the eyes of strangers and the loved ones.
We all dance with death
For once it comes, it takes us all
And too with its ferocity
We might never see the light again.
It shares the path that kept unfolding
To bridge the ways that we thought were the beginning
Morning to the rest for I have begun
My journey will begin solo and end a beaten.