Author: Raven Archer

Standing in the middle of the veil 
I look to the right, and then to the left 
There is something that calls my name
I am not sure which side I am to turn next

A world where the crazy are the sane
And the aware are the  insane
Competitions to see who is the best 
So many little rats stuck in a chase

The top ones are the ones who create
While the rest are just pawns in the game
Almost all of them dress and act the same
While the creators set the trends

Most of them just know their names
They don’t even know where they stand
I am impatient and like them out of my way
I don’t entertain their projections or games.

Raven Archer.

Sound the trumpets,
Stand your ground.
Firm in your stance,
Make me proud.

Take the children,
Rip their heads off.
Turn them upside down,
And refill my cup.

Sweet is their blood,
So pure and untouched.
Innocent their world,
Go and bring me more.

Save their tender meat,
For a later time.
 Drop them in the dungeon,
 Then continue to march.

Got my spiked whip,
Show them who’s boss.
A beautiful brutal ruler,
Tender feast at dawn.

Raven Archer.

Feel your heart,
Beating slow.
Empty your mind,
Become the flow.

Close your eyes,
Open your eye.
What do you see,
Is it the Light?

There’s a fire,
Some cannot see.
It’s not their fault,
Just let them be.

Connect and rise,
All becomes one.
See all the dots,
Glow of the sun. 

There’s a tribe,
Not far from here.
Holes in stones,
Rooms stocked in.

Warm dry air,
Female rushing by.
Helping one another,
Even through the fights

Trees nearby,
Let’s go and roam.
Pick up some food,
Long dusty road.

Seek and you’ll find,
But never the tribe.
It is protected,
By the bright and the wise.

Raven Archer 

Rebellious from the start
Drawing outside the lines
Visions thorough and sharp
Never seeing in black or white

Always leaving a mark
Spectrum that's broad and wide
Vicious yet staying calm
Questioning everything on sight

Raising your hand the most
Sweet daughter of the light
Mind wonders searching for more
A witch to swallow them all on sight

Deep and philosophical thoughts
Willpower that is magnetized
Show up random like storm
Supremacy that is sublime.

Raven Archer

The moon is shining,
And so are you.
Guiding the way,
So I may pass through.

Incredible journey,
So much learned.
Great experiences,
Things always felt.

Over my shoulder,
Having my back.
Through and through,
Lady In Black.

Blood on my lips,
Holy cup drips.
Wisdom in your voice,
Tender and so sweet.

Torch in your hand,
Passing through walls.
Can’t see your face,
You wear no mask.

Queen of the Night,
I know who you are.
You always see me,
I know who I am.

Long black coat,
Hair to your waist.
Stars by the millions,
A crown on your head.

Raven Archer.

You hear my heels, and start to shake,
Waiting for my entrance, craving my taste.

Eager to offer, your soul for me to take,
I am the Queen, your beloved Mistress.

The one you live for, and always obey,
I am the puppeteer, and you are my clay.

Your dreams and nightmares, I can create,
Feeling on fire, when you say my name.

I set the trends, I am fucking insane,
And you loving it, my obedient slave.

The moon is set, and the deed is paved,
I see your fears, I am in your head.

Owned by me, you don’t need the chains,
Swallowed by me, leaving you drained.

Raven Archer.

Summoning a regenerating bubble, 
So my path it may protect.
May any shadowed projections, 
Be kept from me and contained.
 
Any negative energy aimed my way, 
Is only directed straight to yourself.
So, be safe when you think of me, 
Only thoughts filled with love instead.
 
I am the spider who weaves quietly,
I am the raven who holds the pen.
I am the bird who flies freely,
An impenetrable bubble protects this space.
 
May this bubble continue to regenerate, 
As it surrounds me with flaming light.
May the Sun keep me protected and safe,
While I remain connected to my guide.

Raven Archer.
Photo: Raven, January 2024.

As you unfold your petals
You feel one of your thorns
It stings, cuts and burns,
So sharp you start to drip blood
Soon you must center yourself
Realize you’re not your thorns
Relax and take a deep breath
Remember to stay above
The petals are red and bright
They’re huge, soft and strong
Possessing an unforgettable scent
Inspiring feelings of love and awe
The caretaker who planted you
Is wise, gentle, and a bit worn
Like a gentle observant grandfather
Established in his golden throne
He caters to you with gentle care
Prays with you at every dawn
Soon you have many stems
You thrive in his dedicated love
There are so many petals
Bringing youth to his soul
It’s a beautiful love story
The caretaker and his rose.

Raven Archer

Despite the searches and the hunting,
She remains safe; he never found her
 
Birthmarks, skills, and past lives,
He is not looking for many,
He is looking for one.
 
From her cup, he may never drink;
It’s in her nature to remain free.

Raven Archer.