Interpretation of Shadows-Olde Punk (RamJet Poetry) & Christine Ray (Brave and Reckless)

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement


Interpretation of shadow

culmination of the pale deaths

cogito ergo, en utero

vagabond goth kids thrash around the room

time slow, I don’t know

I never want to go home

right here with you

I fell down again

tripped into you

spilled my soul

we are the midnight heretics

let’s smoke a bowl

and talk about kids and politics

I wonder what your shadow says

I am left stunned, paralyzed

by your movement in the dying light

 

Friday night blues

Misfits in Hybrid Moments

Tired Dustbowl town

Torn blue jeans

untucked flannel shirt

skull cap cool

Riding our skateboards

Nowhere fast

Biding time

Ringleaders

of our gang of two

No need for sidekicks

when we chase

twilight shapes together

We are everything we need

 

Time and space seem to conform

to your every desire

You set a fire in my heart

that still burns in the next county

I tattooed your name on

my fingers with a Sharpie

and a sewing needle

That day on the bridge

by the creek when you

said that you loved Layne Staley

I watched you gather the shadows

and banish the dark

Everything stood stark

Bas-relief of your religion

I swore I would become your disciple

Following you home barefoot and stoned

 

Comrades-in-arms

You and me against the world

Things so clear, so simple

And then. . .

You are looking at me differently

Long sideways glances

Words unsaid hang between us

Make me uneasy

Make me question

Make me look at you differently

A thousand exploding possibilities

Our first hungry kiss

Butterfly wings starting a hurricane

on another continent

We shed clothes

My tomboy armor

You lay your trembling heart against mine

on my parents’ rec room couch

Our shadows fuse, dance on the wood paneled wall

 

Slipping into each other

Like the lyrics of a Red Hot Chili Peppers

song

From a changing perspective

I learn what I thought was wrong

My head flips an ollie

This is so much better than Molly

We are writing a whole new story

Into the chapters of a small town

So far into you I can hear every sound

Slam and crash in our punk rock romance

Our souls laugh as our bodies

entwine

Now I know what your shadowy signs

Had to say, “Come and love me fool”

Etched into my forever

On a young and hungry Saturday


Olde Punk writes RamJet Poetry  and Christine Ray writes for Brave and Reckless

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Uncharted Night-Olde Punk (RamJet Poetry) & Christine Ray (Brave and Reckless)

This collaboration was originally posted by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective


burning water

still marks the way

home

though that is not the path

I travel today

by uncharted night

do I go

motionless movement

a note of fluidity

diachronic changes

in synchronic nuance

the language we share

is not known here

a purpose in thought

one million yesterdays

caught twixt our toes

on the shores of time

onward it flows

upward wayward waves

at incongruent velocities

seeking a partnered, rhythmic

dichotomy

 

we are two hearts

two souls

two bodies

who dance together

in an expanding and

contracting rhythm

of intimacy, of knowing

at times we are a

collision of fiery sparks

under a gibbous moon

at others we are the

gentle undulations of the waves

a lighthouse, a beacon

calling each other back to safer

shores

when the tides would push

us apart

always drawn back

to the place where we dwell

 

the scriptures we document

reverberate in the distant air

agile calligraphy

dawning across calm seas

energetic forms churning

in the skies

a word carries on the wind

a storm gathering strength

a bastard tongue

of passion

a forgotten dialect of

unknowable proportion

we force a turning of

the tides toward

the places we belong

the soft valleys where

we may speak freely

a parlance of devotion

a patois of union

 

in this uncharted night

we are like the fallen angels

our open wings

enfold and shelter us

as we free fall

together to land in a bed

of soft white feathers

ancient hymns of communion

deep in our throats

our duet remakes the earth

remakes the heavens

remakes us

light, joy

spills out of us

illuminating the night

divine splendor

celestial peace

 

chorus of honeyed

voices and

leonine roars intertwine

invoking a new order

cant in prayer to

the open waters

an ocean of feeling

in touch

communicating one word

that protects this harbor.

burning water

still marks the way

home

though that is not the path

we travel today

by uncharted night

do we go

to speak unanimously


[Olde Punk writes RamJet Poetry  and Christine Ray writes for Brave and Reckless

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you must remember

rosemary, pansies, fennel,

columbine and rue,

You forgot tansy, didn’t you?

When the ground freezes over

And your flowers crumble and brown

Let the ice in Hamlet’s Heart

And the Red on his hands

Deliver him forever from you.

And when you return again

From your journey to the sea

Never forget

It is you.

It was never he.

Rana Kelly/2nd star to the Left, straight on ’til morning

I sat and watched the current roll by today

I think I’d like to float away to a place that I cannot say

You were always directing the rivers flow

I trusted you knew where it would go

But you let me go adrift

Dream chaser isn’t that what you always said?

You’re where the love has always been

Dream chaser dream chaser

don’t mock me now

Its not always the same

You will find me in this…

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Queue the Music/A Mad World Poem

A collaborative poem with my talented friend S Francis of SailorPoet  -Mouse


applause

fills my ears like

gin in my glass

accolades for how well

I convey pain

others’ consume.

I am their proxy

their stand-in

these words

tears,

blood

I give

tiny pins

that prick

nerves like

strings

tying up

this human condition

I am grateful

appreciative

for the shot

at the main stage

the time you give

me to speak for

the lonely

the voiceless

the desperate

the crowd

praises my performance

my art

feeling too much

music

fades

me

out

this fancy

red carpet

dress returns

to an empty

dressing room

to drink the gin

alone    

Turn the Night On- Christine Ray (Brave and Reckless) & S Francis (SailorPoet)

“Looks like they are at it again,” Mouse.

“Did you have your coffee, yet,” Gecko?

“No, make you a cup while we watch them work?”

“Sounds excellent.”

Presenting another collaboration between S Francis and Christine
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Won’t you stay,

My love?

 

Outside snow falls steady

Gusted by north wind

Tapping at our window

Inside these walls

A fire burns

 

Softly

So softly

Spread your

Raven hair

Upon my pillow

 

Gently

So gently

We will unfold

Our layers

Like origami flowers

 

Reveal the

Treasure at the core

Offer it like pearls

That dissolve

On our tongues

 

Won’t you stay my love?

turn the night on

now

 

Won’t you stay my love?

Turn the night on

Now?

Won’t you stay,

My love?

 

As bitter winds blow

and frost grows in ferns

Across the window

Inside these walls

A fire burns

 

Softly

So softly

Fall into my

Chocolate eyes

Across the pillow

 

Gently

So gently

I will rub

My hands across

Your silk skin.

 

Offer the

Tenderness in your core

In small gasps

That dissolve

On our tongues.

 

Won’t you stay my love?

Turn the night on

Now?

 

Our Undertow

Written in collaboration with S Francis at SailorPoet after they uncovered and shared a couple of fragments found in journals.  – Gecko and Mouse

 

In the sleepless nights since you left

I have become a ghost

Haunting lonely shores.

My restless legs cover miles

Before giving out.

I am raw, ragged

 

Who will walk with me through

The darkside of this morning

Where our kaleidoscoped story

Hovers above the water’s surface

Piercing me before they blur in the brine?

 

I clutch one eidolon

You drowsy and tousled in my tee shirt

Borrowed fabric softly falling

Shaping the constancy of arousal

The obvious distaff dangers unhidden

 

The rhythmic glitter of dawn on the surf

Belies dangers of the relentless undertow

pulls away and pulls away and pulls away

Underfoot.

Swallowed milligrams of sunlight

Penetrate bare boned trees, symbolic.

 

The onus of my salvation.

An image given

By a phantom.

I drop to my knees and see red

Stains on the mica staged to process the sun.

 

A drop of blood escapes my mouth

lands on the salt of the water.

I taste the essence of my pain.

I close my eyes to escape

This new life of me without you.

 

In sleep the surf tosses me

my dreams churn in the sand.

I reach into the mud to

pull out our story

before the ocean steals it back.