Unmasked Reality- Persistant Disbelief

Truth becomes her, they said.
A finer one they'd ne'er seen, they said.
A walking mirage, in clouds of fame;
Only the dessert knew her game.

Little warrior found her way,
smoked veiled truth, light gave away.
Vines drifted, entwined;
black shadows left false truth confined.

And so bespoke from the aperture,
little white lies, no harm- no cure.
Candidness she deemed impure;
deceit lay wounds with open sores.

Hyperbole of being nice,
false promise led to sacrifice;
reliability implored the heart like ice,
little warrior did nothing but rolled her dice.

Poor Raven flew back and forth,
forgetting warrior wouldn't hold the fort;
left with soiled nectar to sort,
Raven swallowed her venomous retorts.

Fire once spewed will not return,
loneliness better than embers that burn.
Acceptance takes it's inevitable turn,
poor Raven was still slow to learn.

As yet Misunderstood...

Embers of the song, bright still...
charred remains of far away..
Raven chocked, living on will,
wounded, memories lit the path-way.

an ageless ache, rising slow,
poetic sustenance, the only glow.
Whispers, rustled feathers at best,
haunting shadows deemed her test.
Wishing for eons before...
Times when pain was a fading sore.


Raven flew the ritualistic circles,
Self-doubt slicking burning embers.
New clouds with silver linings appear,
Hallucinations tearing through her fears.

Fingers pointed old and new,
insinuating crimes she never knew.
Foolishly Raven stopped for shade,
Creeping trees cut deep like blades.


Mocking cage not far away,
reminder dear Raven, don't stray.
distant shelter though deemed fit,
misunderstandings soon will let it slip.