THE CROWGlistening feathers,
Blacker than the darkest night
A specter weaving through the clouds
Majestic is his flight
Piercing eyes reach into my soul
From the netherworld he will come
When I am no longer whole
Spawned from the magick of old
In a lingering mist he waits
Cast in velvet shadows so cold
Roses fall upon my grave
Talons clasp my fading spirit
A fallen love will he save
Shrieks echo across a leaden sky
Life descends to the arms of death
Scarlet tears begin to fly
Memories my heart cannot sever
Broken dreams whisper —
real love is forever
— Arthur Crow © 2012
We are out there.Through all this anarchy, a broken world and it's insanity, I walk on.We are out there.3 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
All of these people, I will protect them from the world, I fight on.
Through this snowglobe with shattered glass, I walk on.
All of these people with shattered hearts, I fight for.
An angel, a Fallen, a masqueraded messenger with black wings.
Walking with a purpose, war, murder, I save them from these things.
My weapon is a sword of ice, bound with blue fire.
I fight to protect them, but they think me a liar.
They don't know who or what I am, and I protect them with these lies.
But they don't know this, or don't want to, that I stop their sad cries.
This Fallen with black wings, protecting you from all these things.
He is sad that you do not believe him, for his purpose is protecting.
This Reaper, protecting you, walking through the world.
He goes unnoticed, and his pleas always go unheard.
You will have no parley with liars, never to talk to them.
But what they don't realise is, he tells lies to protect them.
A comment about the worldListen to me.A comment about the world4 years ago in Miscellaneous More Like This
I am outraged at the 21st Century. I am a sixteen year old girl fighting for human rights! Today I saw a photograph of a Down syndrome teen on the social network site 'Facebook'. He was the most precious human I had ever seen. He's entered a group called 'The World's Most Beautiful Teen'. The crude comments this poor boy was getting from dirty little SCUM we call 'the children on the 21st century'. It was disgusting. I am sat at my laptop right now, crying and drowning in sympathy for this boy. It's not just what's happening online, but what's happening around the world! Poverty, racism, bullying.. DO YOU REALLY THINK THIS IS OKAY?! We should all live as equals. In a perfect world we do. In Heaven, all beings live in harmony together; do you really believe that they have to wait to die, before they get the treatment they deserve?
I have such passion for children, teens and adults with any type of disease or illness. I believe they should be treated how the rest of us are
. . . marry him.. . . marry him.4 years ago in The Great Valentine Exchange More Like This
he will gleam like photons
tangled in sheer joy.
where i harvest dead localities,
he will sheath the touchstone nerve.
his voice will soothe great quandaries
like growling cicadas solve summer nights.
his eyes will break into blessed anointments.
his lips will pierce the frighteners
and spill their silver antidotes -
a cure for every blasphemy,
a pardon for every criminal.
remember who he was,
a mystic lisping empathy
for pure, unbottled moments,
a silence worming through bicycle wind,
a gender scribbled on a brainstorm,
the flashing of satori
in the scatter-shooting cosmos,
a wonderer, wondrous
with no guilty body,
a boy's fond familiar
who keeps a tail feather of god
stuffed in a bag of beetle legs
and cats eye marble galaxies.
i suppose i was never
the one who was meant to apron you,
to feed the thirsty virginities
that open up
beneath your womb. . .
i'm not the one to paper you
with sanctuaries and closet troves,
waking-cat's morning reflectionyyyyywaking-cat's morning reflection4 years ago in Free Fella More Like This
-ning to wake up
Spirit Day PoemSpirit Day Poem3 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
We are not comfortable in our own skin
We hide what we really feel within
We know not the difference between right and wrong
We wish we could smile, and our troubles would be gone
We hope we can keep our chins up
We write how we feel like giving up
We love to know that there's another day coming
DiggingIn the gardenDigging4 years ago in Free Fella More Like This
surrounded by weeds
and winter's breaths,
like a spring
beneath barren trees,
as you dig up the smooth,
of my betrayal.
what they say?
Flicking my tail,
what the price is
for disturbing the dead.