After all these years
rebel yell
that call to arms
that chemical smell
of teenage tears
invisible
indivisible
from all that we detest

so many years spent
in mad and utter unrest
acting out in fanatical
jest

We pumped fists
we shaved heads
we jumped in and out of everyone's beds
fighting conformity
normality
schnormality
that crushing cruelty
of monotony

Against the flow, against the grain
we were the tide
to bring the change

then watched it die
in our mother's veins
fixing everyone
with chains

Rebel Yell
me thinks this place doth smell
of rot
and things it should not
of suffocating shells
of off-shore wells
needlessly bored
for fun

.

de Veres dotted the lines
so I'll cross the T's

for every funeral
another sleave...

weavers weave
but when someone first practices to deceive
we just as merrily unweave



Exe
07/29/2023

© Raena Exe 2023

Deep in my bones
an antiquity of moans
and O' how they ride
these skies

For I am the scream
the nightmare
the terror
AND the seam
you won't never
awake from

drum drum

I am
the season
the treason
the ungodly reason
you are weak

I am the destiny you seek

though I be but meek

I am the answer
the question
the showman
AND the show
did you just come

to watch me glow?


I am the arcane
who comes
like rain

I am the pouring down
of pain

The searing skies
me and my unholy
cries

I am the justice
for all
them lies.

I am the fodder
the plodder
the plotter AND the revenge
I'm the wish
you'll pray
won't ever ever end

For I hold the skies
between heavenly thighs

a million sighs
yet to be told
and oh

how you'll beg
as they all

unfold.



Exe
07/26/2023

© Raena Exe 2023

"I'm devotion to the preacher
I'm the priest you want
I'm on the front side of the fireside in the moonlit dark
I'm an angel
I'm the patron of the crash of sword
I'm an omen, I'm a showman, I'm the holy lord"

Jamie Bower

The undulation begins anew every second
yet has never once begun.  It is the never ending aria -

We sing.

Each on our own, oh how we thrum, yet the instruments we never once get to choose.

For this orchestra
is conducted
by a much-much larger hand.

Me.  I.  Solo We.

Fragments and all

we sing.  Out.  Alone...

casting our net wide
our story strong.

Our legacy is not in the having
but the being, which is the singing of our very own song...
now. 

And now. 

And now.

We weave the notes of time.  Thrum.  Thrum.

Some sing for one, some sing for some.

Some sing for none.

Few sing for all.

Dear God, gracious God of mine,
thank you for singing
for all of our souls

especially the ones
I am too weak to include.



X
07/25/2023

© Raena Exe 2023

“Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.”
Ovid