Loner Poetry by Raven Goldenseal

The Freak Show

(excert from my book "Schisms of Reality" by Billy W. Mitchell)

Your day life runs you ragged
Your life just isn't what you dreamed it would be
Society names you an oddity
Shunned, ridiculed, ostracized - laughing faces all you see
You take to the city streets
You join your new family and, as one, you rule the night

Welcome to the Freak Show
Misfits of the world unite
Strangeness and weirdness
A demented army, we fight
A war against normalcy
A little bit of lunacy
Welcome to the Freak Show

One More Cigarette

(excerpt from my book "Schisms of Reality" by Billy W. Mitchell)

Nicotine-stained fingers
Hold one more cigarette
I keep trying to quit
But always seem to forget

Edge of bed in the morning
I sit puffing away
I'll only have one more
I'll quit smoking today

But lunch at work finds me
Sandwich in my one hand
Marlboro Red in the other
I'll quit - really I can

Coughing in blue smoke
In the break room at work
Maybe free burial will
Become a company perk

Coughing up blood
In the cab of my truck
Should have quit years ago
That's just my luck

Emphysema runs rampant
In my family tree
Guess I'm just helping it
To some rate or degree

One more cigarette
Won't kill me you see
But tallied over the years
They'll be the end of me

It's said that I have
A death wish - it's true
Someday I'll quit, though
Someday I'll be through

But ‘til that day comes
I have my mind set
I'll sit down right here
And have one more cigarette

Revenant Soul

(excerpt from my book "Schisms of Reality" by Billy W. Mitchell)

Unto the tortured masses, I'm their voice
The banshee howl escapes my dead lips
Flee from before me my foul murderers
Your deaths will be assured within my grips
My black, bloody armor will shine
The blood in your veins is mine
To spill whenever my time permits

Vengeance is mine - I'm the Revenant Soul
The fury unleashed in this world so cold
The murder was mine - their lives have been sold
They belong to me - I'm the Revenant Soul

My black, eyeless helm stares at you
My terror emanates to the fear you feel
I will always and forever hunt you
Sanctuary will be denied you still
My murder was foul
And now I howl
It is your most timely fate I now seal

Vengeance is mine - I'm the Revenant Soul
The fury unleashed in this world so cold
The murder was mine - their lives have been sold
They belong to me - I'm the Revenant Soul

The Reality Of What Is

(excerpt from my book "Schisms of Reality" by Billy W. Mitchell)

When we wake to find each morning new
We question not what we see and do
And to go about our daily tasks
Of which no one watching would ever ask
Of the why and the how come
We toil ‘til the day is done
But what if all the things I do
Were right to me but to others untrue?
Of all my certainty and sanity
Were not the right of society?
Would the meanings of my words
Be lost like the chirping of birds?
Would the images my eyes take in
Be the same view as of my kin?
Would my thoughts be perceived
As any other would believe?
We take everything for granted
Please, forgive me if I've ranted
But if what is certain to me
Be not found in another's sanity,
Then might the same be just as right
If what you see is not in my sight?
There may be no one here but me
But, am I real for you to see?
The paradox of reality at this time
Is only the perceptions of a single mind
The injection from all of my senses
Is just the momentary reality of what is