Morning

Morning

 

Silence cascading through the ripples of cold crisp air.

Shattered by the strident sounds of feathered trumpeters

Breaking glass tinkling through the stones of fragile brook

As palaces of ice glitter in prismatic glory of light

Amber spears rise, crowning earthen temples in time

Furious hush sweeps across meadows lush and full

Bearing the weight of a thousand yesterdays

Soft sounds stirring as day fills the voids of silence

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Interlude . . .

An excerpt from life.

Since I started this site, it has been an on again off again experience.

Until recently I lived in a situation which often hindered my creativity or desire to express in line, color or in word.

Often when I couldn’t craft and create, I could vent or rant, which is why I opened Ravensong – because I hesitated to hybridize the artist, with the cynic.

With a change in living situation, income source and finally, the “downtime” from the rat race my nature desires as an artist and the creature I am, my mind has started scribbling again, doodling across the vast empty canvass of my inner sight.

And thus here we are. Fresh new poetry, new art turning over in my mind and much to my delight, rummaging through my files bits and pieces that I have dusted off to share here.

Winter is often my best time as a working person to craft. It’s rather difficult to play outside when all you see is dark, and more dark. But it is fertile rich soil for the creative child, so off on my artistic tricycle I roam, to see what I can see.

Rain Menagerie

Rain Menagerie

I’ve ridden the winds that bring the rains

Flowed down creeks to the lakes that drain

And trickled to seas of the never tamed

 

A sparkling gleam of the dew in the morn

A colorful sky that a storm sends to warn

Drifting gusts that wind thru branch and thorn

 

I’ve raced with the hunter to call of the chase

Dodged the dogs of war in frantic life’s race

Hunter and Hunted, two sides of my face

 

Rabbits and Ferrets and quiet Moles too

The Moose, the Bull and a Fish swum true

Gazelle and Elk all a part of nature’s stew

 

The Buffalo dance, and Antelope bounds

The Thrush in the woods, Quail at ground

Hesitant Fawn waiting for comforting sound

 

The great friend Whale swims in jeweled seas

Not ever troubled by his brother, the Flea

Chipmunk and Squirrel, laugh safe in their tree

 

Sister Eagle soars through shimmering skies

Cousin Hawk dives swift, death on the fly

Even Vulture takes part in hiding life’s lies

 

The Coyote grins with an animate snicker

Fox eludes hunter with a brush tailed flicker

Small friend Weasel is ever so quicker

 

Hyenas, Leopards, Jaguars and Dingoes too

Tigers and Bears and Koalas and Roo’s

All creatures of life if your seeing runs true

 

The Wolf in his forest, the Lion his plain

The Stag in his meadow and Man with his brain

All brought together through life giving rain

 

 

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Consort

CONSORT

 

Within her arms I walk alone

Seeking for her always

Long trail of desolation

 

Facing ever outward

Adrift with only hope

She lies behind the veil

 

Glimpses of her come

Like stars in diversity

Within the waking dream

 

Touches of chance

Reflect upon one

In many unseen ways

 

Here she lies

There she walks

Shades of memory

 

Upon each face

I see her touch

Never wholly

 

Reflections of her

A scent, a taste

Touching hearts

 

She behind me

Yet beside me

Forever just beyond?

 

Long the separation

Lady, take my hand

Leave me not alone

 

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Last Days of The Summer King

Last Days of the Summer King

 

The sun of his youth has faded

As he sits in silent contemplation

Skin wove with scars and tales

With the soft polish of weathered wood

 

Frost tumbles through his beard

Grown long beneath considered gaze

Eyes aglow as memories march

In quiet pageant of contemplation

 

Antlers worn white, rest upon his head

Rich entwined with cold kissed vines

A fading splendor that adorns his brow

Caressed with words of countless lives

 

The sounds of glee and laughter fade

As the skirl of music lies about him

And life around him dancing

In a furious array

 

His hands recall the memory of

The bright spring Maiden fair

His nose the scents that linger

Of the fiery Mother’s hair

 

And through the seasons turnings

As the year flew fast away

He smiles of his love the Crone

As they whiled away their days

 

From the rebirth in the Winter’s night

The laughter of Spring’s warming light

Through the fiery dance of Summer’s height

Unto the harvest of Autumn’s flight

 

He smiled as he recalled the days.

 

Snow settles soft about him

Tossed on the Winter’s wind

Grayness courts and calls him

As he turns his thoughts within

 

In shadowed time the way grows bright

He sees Her there within

Into her arms he gladly steps

While this tale begins again

 

The revelers turn towards him

With wry merriments chagrin

The words of blessing falter

As they wonder where he went . . .

 

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The Winter King’s Land.

Awakened night in harvest future

Silvered streams across embrasure

Through the portal, a chance’s glance

The Faeries dream before me danced

 

Awake! My Lady to share the view

Wish to share this vision true

Across the meadow glowing holy

Light plays softly dancing slowly

 

Fields of glowing pristine white

Spread before our entranced sight

Cast upon the gleaming land

Castles spires, tall and grand

 

Silent Knights ride tall and bold

Fey Ladies waltz is grandly told

Palace glistens in crystalline repose

Torrents locked in glassine throes

 

Silvered wonder in mountain home

White and green where hunter roams

Breathless clarity in shimmering air

Ramparts splendor from yesteryear

 

Cedars mighty in cloaks of white

Satin glory of cast moonlight

Tumbling down the stony bed

Quartzite dreams playfully led

 

Marbled fields carved in light

More than just a fancies flight

Observer’s eye to fantasy

The Winter Kings reality

 

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Ironskin

I keep the world without

As I keep my thoughts within.

Keep the lies at bay

To protect the truth again.

 

I look out from these eyes

In their varied hues

To protect the being

Within this iron skin.

 

Can I whisper secrets

Should I tell you true?

When I show you wonder

Veiled within the view?

 

Where resides the thunder

That rides beside the rain

Often over yonder, there

Beyond what’s never been.

 

Soft upon the windrow

Lay low beneath the heath

Warm within the cold stone

Wrapped in this iron skin.

 

Words that seek to shatter

Weft teased from ancient skein

Wove within with starlight

Words weaving once again.

 

Wrought from thoughts of aether

Forged from dreaming true

Threads of fine spun silver

Formed deft in fires view

 

Dance across the meadows

Of creations mind

Music soft and subtle

Gift from the heart, divine.

 

Hammer out the words at play

Spun from moonlight, soft as day

From the shadows cold and gray

Words upon a canvass lay

 

Teased and tangled on the wind

Cast upon my lips again

From the shadows deep within

Beneath this iron skin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

unnamed

soul drops . . . scraping soft against the marrow of my being.

like licking sunshine off the surface of the moon . . .

A thousand times

Tears shed for you.

Heart surrenders

Each thought of you

Sleepless in the stars

For wanting you

To touch you

In your soul

Hope for tomorrow

That will never be

Memory of the past

Is all I feel

Too many turns of life

Sitting soundless

In idle musing

Silently cherished

Dreams of you

Pierce my soul

Each word sings

A soft reflection

Of sorrow shattered

Upon a mirror

Snowbound

Beneath the moon.

Revamp.

I’m taking a moment of time.
A short moment to go through and delete the bulk of my political rants.
For most people . . . it matters not.
Until they perceive the truth of Freedom, no amount of ranting will sway them.
So I’m refocusing this blog on Art, poetry, writing and so forth.
Thats what it was supposed to be in the first place.

Raven White Wolf.

Getting started . .

Wow. Where’s the how to guide for this place?

Of course I’ve been pretty busy running like mad and perhaps, slightly amok trying to get situated and dug in a bit for winter time. It was quite a jump, not spur of the moment but long planned, derailed, re-started, derailed again and finally, successful.

Moving here that is, to where I am now. I’ve been wanting to return home for almost ten years, kicking myself all the while for leaving here in the first place. It suits my nature, my dreams, my life . . and overall my attitude. The journey to get here was more than just the drive. Although I’ve never made a move that was quite this troublesome, that alone was just the half of it.

I tried to get back here from Florida, then from Minnesota and finally Colorado. Digging in, working trying to stay sane and building a bike along the way. Everything was going fairly well, and then through some fault of my own, not entirely, but I had my part in it, everything just kind of crumbled apart anyway. Fighting with unemployment, getting cut off, scrambling to find some sort of decent employment, working 80 hour weeks to save the money, and finally, I felt I had enough to get on with it. I should have saved a few thousand more I think. I’m not broke, but I was getting a little teeny bit nervous this last week, even though it has only been a month.

The drive here? Wow! I replaced my water pump, rear differential, front bearings, rotors, pads and one u-joint. That was all a pain in the Rump. The water pump went the day I picked up the trailer to load up and roll out. Then I blew a power steering line and had to replace that as well. That day, something went ‘pop’ in my clutch as well. It didn’t appear to be a bad release bearing, but something wasn’t right. I had to keep adjusting the throw for the clutch to keep it working.

With my friends helping, it only took about 3 or 4 hours to load the bike and belonging into the trailer tightly. After a nap, I finally rolled out about 9pm to take advantage of the cooling air. 90 degrees wasn’t so cool. I started having trouble before I really got out of Colorado Springs. Something popped rolling out of town, my temperatures were running a lot higher than they should have been but by that point in time, I was pretty determined to head home, so on I rolled.

I fought the clutch, the rising temperatures, erratic performance and a few oh nos all the way through Denver. I was pretty heavy, a 4,000 pound truck and at least that much weight with the trailer and my bike and belongings. Stopping was a lot less than exciting, but I moderated that by keeping lots of distance between myself and other people. It took me I don’t know, perhaps four hours to make it to Cheyenne Wyoming. I tossed it in for the night there and slept in the truck.

I checked everything over in the morning, a few minor adjustments, tire check, and checked fluid levels. Everything seemed normal and my timing was good, so I rolled out fairly early. This was one of the longest days of my life. I ended up stopping three times between Cheyenne and Casper. Coaxing one more mile out of things, stalling, stuttering, barely able to creep up the hills and spending a lot of time chugging up the shoulders. My truck just would not run well, and kept overheating. In Douglas, I suddenly smelled gear oil and pulled over and ate. I crawled under the truck and found out my pinion nut was loose and spent time tightening it up and topping off the differential. I ended up on the side of the road at least 3 times waiting for the truck to cool off. The heat was intense, not quite Arizona, but blistering on the side of the road. I replaced fuel lines in Glenrock, south of Caspar, crossed my fingers and went on my way. I think it took me two more hours to get to Caspar. I know it was somewhere around noon or one o’clock. I pulled into Caspar for fuel and a break. My poor cat looked like a pizza. He just laid there most of the time, or curled up in blankets I had stuffed in the truck. I ended up having to wet him down quite a bit. He would just sit there and let me soak him down.

Right in the middle of the main drag. The truck stuttered, died and resisted everything to get it running again. I was freaking out pretty good, the last thing I needed was a nuisance tow, police issues and excessive costs. I sat there about 15 minutes trying to figure out how I could get my truck out of the road and a couple of 20 something guys pulled up, whipped out a tow chain and drug me into a parking lot. I was instantly relieved, just getting out of the road where I could really look at what was going on. I had a wild hunch my fuel pump was DOA, supported by an empty carburetor. I walked across the street and asked for a parts store. A street or two over and a block up. I looked out the door and I could see the sign! I walked over, and they had one fuel pump for my engine. Not over priced either. I had it changed within minutes and fueled up and rolled out.

The drive got better from there, not much but it was better. I was still struggling up hills and running too hot. Not as bad but I knew at least part of the issue was resolved. I still had all sorts of problems shifting and downshifting, but was mostly able to roll along. I stopped in Buffalo. By the time I got to Buffalo I was feeling whupped. I found food, bought a spray bottle to douse the cat with and completely chilled for an hour or so and fueled up again. I was determined to at least pull into Billings that night. Off on the road I went. Sheridan wasn’t so bad. It was cooling off a bit by then and with the fuel issue fixed, I wasn’t dying on every hill. I was still running too hot, and the clutch was really being a pain. Fortunately I was able to avoid shifting most of the time, and just kept rolling as fast as I could.

I’d been texting my friends in Billings, a little closer and at least I was in reasonable reach of rescue. I kept rolling as hard as I could and finally made it. I finally started getting excited when I rolled into Montana. Anywhere from eastern Washington to Montana I kind of consider home ground, and it had been a long time since being home. My friend met me on the highway and guided me to their house. A cold beer and some relieved gratitude and off to bed. The next morning, I was pretty relaxed. I went running around with my friend a bit and they treated me to breakfast. When we got back to their house, we started fiddling with bikes, and finally my truck. I took a really close look at the clutch, dropped the bell pan and just grinned. My clutch trouble was such an idiotic simple fix I just laughed. The release fork had somehow jarred loose on the bearing and was only pushing on it partially. We climbed under the hood and started checking things out under there. Everything looked good, but I decided to fiddle with the timing too. For some reason, the distributor clamp isn’t pinching down right. We fiddled with it, and finally got it to lock down right on the mark. I still have to fully fix that issue, but it was enough to keep rolling on.

I pulled out of Billings around noon and hit the road. Wow, what a difference. I was almost able to keep up with traffic, and the drive went through hectic and harrowing, to merely annoying. I made Bozeman in a couple of hours with no real issues, so headed on to Butte, Montana. In Butte, I had a hunch so I checked all my fluids. The transmission and transfer case were definitely low. The truck stop had the stuff I needed, but somehow, my keys disappeared on me. I spent half an hour doing the headless chicken running back and forth, back tracking my steps and actions. Somehow, I found them ON the driver’s seat. Pretty bad isn’t it? Except I’d sat in the seat, crawled on the seat, under the seat, tipped the seat, kicked the seat a few times, and thee weren’t any keys on it. At least they turned up. I topped off all my fluids, checked out all my pressures and everything was good to go.

I rolled out of Butte and boogied on my way. I made Missoula pretty good, the truck was running near perfect for once. The only glitch on that leg was getting pulled over by the state patrol! I knew I wasn’t speeding, but it turned out the trailer lights weren’t wired right. I had partial activity, no markers, and opposed signals and all sorts of other weird things going on back there. The cop just warned me and told me a place I could pull off and spend the night if I needed. The state patrol was a decent officer for once, and just doing his job rather than creating issues. I spent about an hour crawling around under the rig and finally got the wiring sorted out to where everything actually worked. I hit the road like a freight train, picked up fuel and really started jamming. I hit the south end of Flathead Lake at 3:30 am. I’d been awake since ten am and driving most of the day.

I remembered almost every turn around the lake. I kept passing old memories as I headed north to Kalispell to see my daughter. The sun was rising as I pulled into Kalispell and I was beat. I think I took a short nap after taking care of some things. I woke up at 9am an called the kid and hung out with her and her mom for awhile. It got to the point I had to roll out though. So about one p.m. I hit the road again.

I headed west on HWY 2 out of Kalispell as I seemed to remember the “pass” being lower. After climbing and dropping a thousand feet at a pop in areas rolling through Wyoming and Montana, I was ready for a break from it. Good choice it turned out to be. The ‘pass’ wasn’t half of what I thought I remembered. I was up and over it with no trouble at all until I nearly got into Bonner’s Ferry. Troy and Libby were kind of sad to see. Nice little towns ruined by our irresponsible politicians and such. That’s a different story though. As I was coming into the outskirts of Bonner’s Ferry, just before getting to the highway a deer ran out in front of me. Well, it was a young moose. It was too leggy and way to ugly in the head. The critter was still nearly as tall as my truck, too. I hit the brakes hard and the truck and trailer started jack knifing on me. I got them straightened out without ever really slowing down and kept on going.

There is a hill in Bonner’s. A pretty good chunk of hill, really. I was coming down it at about forty five miles and hour. At the bottom of this hill are a couple of cross streets. I remembered those pretty good. I didn’t expect the idiot on the bike though. There was two of them at the intersection at the bottom of the hill. One of them pulled out, and sped up. Not a problem at all. The other guy waited till I was about 70 feet away and pulled out and just putted along like I wasn’t there. If I’d had a rock, I would have beaned his noggin. He wasn’t using it and I barely got the truck around him. No such thing as stopping on that one. All I could do was floor it and use the momentum to keep the trailer from lashing on me. I’d already had the trailer start whipping in me a couple of times. One so bad I almost lost it into the ditch. At any rate, I cleared that idiot and just kept rolling. I thought him and his buddy we’re considering causing problems, but I do not think they would have liked the results.

I made it to Sandpoint at about five p.m. Pulled Stopped and fueled up, stretched out and all those good things that go with long drives. I was already pretty happy by then and headed south for Coeur d’Alene. A short hour later, with no further incidences, I rolled into town.

That was a month ago. I’ve been job hunting like mad and striking out. This week though calls started rolling in and I’m starting hopefully, a job that will at least see me through the winter tomorrow. As long as I can do that, I’ll be pretty content with it.

In the meantime, if I don’t stop by and look at your page, or play with all the little doo dads on here, I just haven’t had the time to sort them out. I’ve been busy, trying not to stress out, trying to get things rolling before winter hits and generally having fun being home. Give me a bit of time, and I’ll be rolling along just fine.

Wolf – –  Rambling on, lol.

 

A real first posting.

Greetings all.

While this is not by any means my first precense on the ephemeral internet, it may be my first attempt to write online with a focus.

Artist

Poet

Writer . . .

Thinker?

Am I, yeah. But life has shown me that many, perhaps most people recoil from thoughts that do not echo their own.

An experiment again.

We shall see.

Do you count yourself as a thinker, or do you enshroud yourself in the cloak of intellectualism and philosophy, seeking merely conflict and online drama to fill a void within your staid and placid existence within the herd?

We shall see.