Biography of raechael woodroof
I like to write. I like to love people. I like to love life. That means the good and the bad. Some days I enjoy the dark side a little more. That is to say the darkness in my actions and in others. For the most part the light is where I stay but what is good and bad is all objective. You may think my light is dark and my dark whimsical.
raechael woodroof Poems
So You Want Hear About Love
Well I want to see it. I heard it had died. What a bastard I am for not going to Love's casket side to mourn. Died far back,
The Ones On The Streets
I was human once and it looked a lot like you. Hopes, dreams, and bathrooms. Surprisingly easy how that all slips away. Hunkered in alleys, cops chasing when you left your leg to piss.
For My Brothers
John Coltrain, cheap boxed wine, stars melting on heart strings that fall down from the sky. So here comes your drugs they are clouding your heart. Then there goes your world you are falling apart. Ground lying and wondering where this will lead. You missed that tomorrow, you wouldn't take heed. I saw you when standing and I saw you fall, I reached out my hand and yelled out my empty call.
My Last Attempt At A Truce
For almost 32yrs you and I have been one. Every crawl, step and climb. Every bruise every strain, we got stronger together in spite of the pain. We have been through more than most do people will know And though I am hard on you I hope you can see that all that I do is simply for you even when it hurts me.
Say to self walk cautious be gracious Yet falling all over yourself a little like wreckage Think you feel better because you did what you know
Far Driven Far Pressed
It unravels. It shreads. It pulls tight.
That Lady The Whore
I saw her walking down the street around dawn. Easy to spot she wasn't out for a jog. She did pass some women who were though, they whispered and tried not to let on they were staring. She could feel it, but wearing the look of someone who had never felt enough or felt far too much in her life, yet it was a type of stare she was used to.
This Seasonal Change Is Welcomed
This cold and its bite are welcomed companions. I do not crave the warmth in the way most do. I run in a calescent state of mind That waivers slightly to any one side.
Only A Limited Time
So 5 days of silence 5 days to compile 5 days to realize This inner peace will take awhile.
What The Little Ones Do For Me..........
Bright shining little eyes Messy little toes Dirty little fingers With a snotty little nose.
Managing My Free Time Until We Meet
I have been aching and craving Was watching as the clock ticked by. I've been rallying
They Get Riled So Easily
All stirred up by the words that come out on these pages. These thoughts are best left to staunch women Who sit happily under a repressive veil of undetermined class.
The Ones On The Streets
I was human once and it looked a lot like you.
Hopes, dreams, and bathrooms.
Surprisingly easy how that all slips away.
Hunkered in alleys, cops chasing when you left your leg to piss.
I used to worry about important things like what to watch, what to wear, where to go have a drink, and who might win the game.
Now it is all frivolous.
Where to sleep, when will I eat, will I find a coat to wear, and who will win the race towards death?
The junkie or the prostitute.