#dreadpiratepoems

[robindegrayves]

Gathering myself takes time; slow mornings seep in blessing like an herbal body wrap. Mummify me in comfrey and ylangylang… I don’t know my herbs; can those be used together? They sound soothing… I’m just rambling cause morning brain hasn’t met reason yet.

The crows were up before me today…

Or I was up before them;

Depends on which time i woke up that you’re counting….

[maleficentblackwood]

Pain University

[robindegrayves]

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[maleficentblackwood]

A Spell for Love

Take my hand

I’m reaching for you

Teaching me in ways unwritten

Allowing softness to permeate

And ridicule to melt away

Like oil on water

And like water to powder

Make a paste of my soul

In the light

To catch your rain

So conjure up the depthful power

Within my soul

The depthful power

To make rooms still

And draw you out of my bones.

[maleficentblackwood]

Dang, I hate hiccups.

There’s not enough coffee in this pot

To jot down the lines I long to jot

So I sit here in rot of thot

I can’t unblock

The tides rise.

I can’t let it break free.

I can’t let it crack open

The sense of mind yolkin

Stacked so high

I can’t see the sky

But lately it’s hopeful

This mind,

It’s a dump full

Of the craziest shit you’ve ever seen.

So zip up your blue jeans

And tangle the rangle of bangles twixt the rankles of bitter sweet harmonies

Juxtaposed to my sweet repose

And my likelihood of brain damage

All this trash and

Discreetly bandaged

Hiccups.

Free my insides!

[maleficentblackwood]

Up with the creeping things.

The sounds of night soothe

And make one wonder:

Are bugs getting in my tea?

Don’t close your eyes.

Watch your cup.

If something crawls up in there

You don’t want to drink it.

The critters’ of night song

Lulls you into peace.

While the light above head

Calls them near.

Fluttering.

Bumping.

Buzzing.

As you glance in your cup each time before you

take a sip.

Why’d you get up this early?

What dreams bid you wake to this?

Dreams of witches and prophecy.

Of fractal realities

Colliding.

[maleficentblackwood]

Sunday Cafe

Drizzling rain

Beckons me

Tilt your head back

The rain drops itch

On my face

Coffee and phoning mom

Melts away the dross

Of morning waking up

Can’t be sleepy

To receive this song

Nothing personal

Just a reminder

To take what is for you

And leave the rest

To the universe

To distribute

Carefully

Fully caring

About the all

Within the endless

Beside broken dreams

That will never flourish

Are the unopened gifts

Waiting

To be bestowed life

By your knowing

What life is

A mystery game for pleasure

The winners are satisfied

[maleficentblackwood]

When Struggle Becomes Perseverance

There’s a thrill in everything I put my energy in.

Life lights me up,

And I only show up for what sparks my fire.

The gift world is here, you just have to allow it to come through;

You have to choose it.

You’re a part of the gift world;

So stop fighting like it’s an addiction,

And fight for something worth fighting for.

Fight for something you believe in.

That’s what makes this life light up.

Purpose makes life thrill you.

You don’t have to look hard for it;

What obsesses you to ecstasy?

What is the breath of god to you?

Listen to your body;

It knows better than your mind

What thrills you.

Can’t find it?

Keep looking.

[maleficentblackwood]

My Soul is not Human

Wrapt in silence

Among symphonic solitude,

I reach across the starry expanse

To grasp a little bliss

In the other world

Inked on pages;

I become an all powerful

Goddess;

An undead witch

With supernatural ability

To know your thoughts

And dreams;

I become a seer

Who manipulates time

To suit her needs.

The kettle calls

With the responsibility

To remain ordinary.

[maleficentblackwood]

Vulnerable Creatures

Your icy fingertips

make my blood sing;

and it calls to you

in ancient tongue.

The illustrations

depicting our dance

cover secrets

long forgotten.

Secrets which must be summoned from their frozen graves.

I hear your secrets;

your mind betrays them,

and mine just have their way

of resurfacing.

In this moment;

this death,

we see each-other;

unabashedly here before one another.

Don’t go, now that I’m finally here.

[maleficentblackwood]

A Shaman’s Message

[maleficentblackwood]

Clarity and Certainty

When things fall together

And the end is prophesied,

The stakes aren’t so high

When the gift world comes.

Flying high on your will;

And upon your bliss

You stand.

Willing to sacrifice what’s been numbing the effects of the gifts.

I can’t take you with me,

But you can come along.

Seeing now my gifts and stained

With the ink of pages

Torn out of the book of life;

I caress my demons,

And they coo at me the sweetest song.

They loved me all along, you see;

And the ones who can’t love themselves know

These demons got a hold of me...

These demons got a hold of me...

These demons gotta mouth to feed...

These demons

They’re in love with me.

[maleficentblackwood]

Lightning

It crashes through your cells.

It brings you the most effervescent of joys.

The freedom your creative genius provides

Unleashes

Echoes through your neighborhood, the bus stop, work, and your family at home.

Liberation ripples, electric and fluid,

Through your veins and through time;

Manipulating the world

Into a better place.

Right before your eyes.

Just like magic.

[maleficentblackwood]

I’m with me

All I know is how I feel.

No sense. No logic.

My feelings are real.

My feelings are reality.

Maybe just mine.

Don’t we all live in our own universe?

Well we should.

We should care about how we feel.

You should care about how you feel.

I care about my feelings.

And I’m listening to them.

Are you listening to yours?

I feel good.

I feel bad.

I feel whole.

And I feel loss.

Let the Light shine in.

Let it heal your cracks

And clean your soul.

The Light supports us

No matter how many mistakes we make.

We don’t believe this sometimes;

So the Light can’t get in.

But when we trust,

Then we are set free.

[maleficentblackwood]

Lesbionic

Society taught me to compare myself to other women, my sensibilities were damaged; now—in my thirties—I’m becoming barely aware that what I wanted to do was admire them. Now I have to wrap my brain around this longing for female intimacy collided with the concept that they are all bad witches.

[maleficentblackwood]

Bitten

Scatter brained dreams haunt

me; I twist and turn all night,

moving through shadows.