The Raven and the Dove

By Christopher Aaron Moore

The poems in this book touch on a whole universe of diverse elements, expressing everything from the horror and haunting thoughts of the author's mind to the gracious hope of God in life. Some have an echo of politicized feelings, some a trace of judgment and wrath. Each poem is a look at humanity and the modern world as if seen as an artist's p

• Language: English
• Publisher: Palmetto Publishing
• Release date: May 21, 2024
• ISBN: 9798822953239

Christopher Aaron Moore

Christopher Aaron Moore, a native of Barstow, California, was born into a family rich in artistic talent, which greatly influenced his passions for music, art, writing, and graphic concepts. His career pursuits have spanned welding, art, information technology, and cybersecurity, culminating in a Master of Science in Cybersecurity and Information Assurance (MSCIA). His father and grandfather, both significant influences, nurtured his skills in writing and graphic concepts. Moore's poetry, showcased in his book The Raven and The Dove 2, is a beautiful amalgamation of diverse influences, intense emotions, vivid dreams, and conceptual thought, reflecting his spiritual journey.

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A Clawing Fright

On Hallows’ Eve amid the trees,

It hops and scales the branches.

These crackling sounds are heard in the dark,

And time stands still in the twilight.

Physically broken but not beaten.

It’s wounded with a mucus-like disease.

Always caged in the space of freedom,

With eyes that could pierce the leaves.

Tragedy in the shrieking sounds.

The haunt of a bellowing, a gusher of liquid.

Flowing down the skin of a branch,

And purring a feathered noise.

Soon Hallows’ Eve closes up,

With red eyes gleaming on the ground.

Far from shaking a tingling feeling,

A clawing fright to an end is found.

A Day That Ravaged the Eyes

The day had ravaged the eyes,

A night had glazed over the retinas of life.

Though I saw you, my one true,

Gleaming next to a crimson rose by a lake.

Yet I know, those thorns like ravens pricked the flesh away.

A carless thought bought by a submissive mistake,

And played the tune of a profuse display.

The corpse of a life known is only to its other half.

The feeling being singed by charred memories.

These embers with extreme temperature ignite that flame.

This proposed in an unforgiving cerebrum.

A plague to the proportion of a beautiful creation in disposal.

Only now, a blanket doesn’t cloak the smells,

That soon lay stagnant with bloated reprisal.

An aching assumption brought this,

A keen desire, is one without your kiss.

Haunting with fevering praise,

And a distorted cold stare aching with dread.

Now the soaked memory is left in seamless haze.

The retinas of a day ravaged in shame.

A Foundation to Forever Sustain

Rose upon the meadows.

Can I see your gleam?

Rose upon the stars.

Can I touch your precious beauty?

Blankets cover the firmament.

Seas roar and winds rage.

Out of the treasures are they pulled.

Let all creation praise the name.

A rose upon a song.

Lyrics are written to proclaim.

A rose upon the rocks.

A foundation to forever sustain.

His majesty has surpassed the heavens.

And his glory has shined beyond the lights.

In the deep behind the veil of the universe.

A mercy so sacred is kept.

The rose upon a crown.

Thorns that shed precious blood.

The rose upon tree.

Nailed for atonement and life evermore.

The Master has proclaimed.

We shall not all be ashamed.

Believing upon Him who was sent.

A seal of God’s truth is set in our hearts.

Rose upon the face.

Transfigured and risen in victory.

Rose upon the foundation.

Bearing fruit from the eternal vine.

His word is established.

He will reign everlasting.

His truth is eternal.

Glory to the Lord forever.

A Night’s Petal

A bird flies of the night’s petal.

As the sun shines through the dew.

At midnight there isn’t such a sun.

From what I see it’s the moon.

A Plague Has Killed the World

I feel like the truth has been replaced by the lie.

Every time I eat of its meat, I feel so dry inside.

I crave for truth, yet it cannot be found.

There are many snakes that fake it.

Those legions of vipers that surround it.

I walk through the dusk, and in arid deserts I weep.

I’m lost in the heat while agony below my skin breathes.

The flesh seethes in pain, and my desire blisters a scar.

This anger is beaten down in shame.

I know, a plague has killed the world.

A Project to Fail

A project to fail when it starts.

The project begun in missing parts.

A cortex of information left undisguised.

The viral web in a swarm of lies.

Blood trickles through digital weaves.

A cancerous carcass with malformations.

The trash bag to cloak the bloated surprise.

A decadence ever after its time.

The project to start that soon failed.

A project unlisted in hellish hail.

Fire mingled in the ashes of digital design.

A cerebral concept still so unrefined.

Dry spindles wrap around throats.

Spun in gold with a silver-lit glow.

To confound the wise to be as fools.

The wealth of this world is but a tool.

A Raven and the Old Oak Tree

I sat by the grove against an old oak tree.

I saw a raven picking up a canvas with its beak.

Then it flew to what one could describe.

An easel on a grave next to a fruit tree alive.

It started to paint a picture of me,

And calls out to the wind as its shadow yet flees,

But now rain and thunder pour out of the sky.

Tick tock, tick tock, the raven did cry.

Aching to know the picture unseen,

An artist dream is never complete.

As echoes of silence break the rift,

This raven grabs a brush to continue its bit.

The canvas rips open!

Then dark paint flows out,

And silence becomes like butter melting,

When screams thunder the arouse.

An angry bird is this feathered artist,

With a broken spirit and a cringe that soon started.

In the last moment I felt a peck toward the eyes of me.

From a raven fallen with pure misery.

A Time without Date

Let me take you to a time without date.

To enthrall you so your mind can’t escape.

To feel the cold breath of a void’s touch.

Now to feel the warmth of life in your blood.

Then to cast a few ideas into the unknown.

Building a plan for your life alone,

And showing that you can build up these stones,

But never thinking about the ground beneath your bones.

Fatigue and failure with stress in the cracks below.

This causation for havoc is a factor for chaos to show.

But atoms collide when confined,

And this midst of time becomes intertwined.

Soon, life as you know it is ceasing to exist.

As the dead in the earth rise to feel the mist.

It is a sensation of atonement in a fiery shame.

That is always ending in a spiritual state of decay.

Then switching back to a place where your life is received.

At last I let loose your mind to be free.

A freedom to wake in the fabric of your own time.

Where a date is never a concept you sign.

A Toxic Romance

Fallen dreams in echoing nightmares.

Broken homes are tearing away this fantasy.

I confide inside myself when the dead speak.

Then cold whispers are heard in every breath I take.

Broken truths dig a grove in the mirror.

Time is destructive when life becomes clear.

Untold and not hindered at this night’s glance.

This breath is filled with a toxic romance.

Only broken glass can describe,

This heart, my heart is so shattered inside.

A crackling voice within a wave of silence.

The darkness built with subjective compliance.

This is the future before it becomes past.

A chokehold spiral with an empty lash.

Seething and never hindered, but forever tranced.

As my lungs corrode with a toxic romance.

A World So Deceived

Blank spaces in your mind,

With forgotten words to follow its design.

Spitting verse to claim the fame.

When the next level to the next becomes the same.

Talking to the fallen in this world of blame,

And seeing structures fall as a broken will in shame.

We forgot, we dismissed, and we broke up in tears.

There’s no place for me to say,

Break the chains that echo in silence.

Break the divided will in compliance.

This compliance to a world of filth.

Desolate in the world of excrement,

And torn inside the feelings we breathe.

Talking to the world so deceived.

Beneath our feet we walk upon,

Reeking smells of corruption far gone.

We are just blank nebulas cursing the galaxy we live in.

Spinning the lies to describe these fields inside ourselves.

Waking up to see its terror beyond the home of repair.

What is this life to measure?

In shame we have forsaken the broken tears.

There is not a place for me to say,

Broken by the chains crushing our existence.

Its compliance is in a world of its persistence.

Destructive in the taste of its fruits,

Torn from words, and cut at the roots.

Far gone, these feelings are to believe.

Far gone, this world is so deceived.

Acid in the Chest

Bleed out the acid that boils in your veins.

Feel the discomforting pain, cause you to be insane.

Wake up in a coma, the paradox of your dream.

Find yourself by some water so it seems.

See the rivers turn to blood.

The boiling geysers change,

And walk the land of free will,

Only time is not on your side.

Now acid enters into your chest.

Corrosion follows to lay this heart to rest.

Burning away pulsating life, only it’s too late now.

For it has decayed away this time.

Leaving no remnant behind.

Spiritually haunting society’s mind.

Chemically induced chills.

This leaves humanity no thrills.

Backed up by painful burdens of the past

Gone for nothing ever lasts, except for the eternal soul.

Acid couldn’t touch that at all.

Only the judgment to be received, leaving your heart eternally unpleased.

Adonai Is My Delight

Adonai is my delight.

He is a stronghold,

To those who seek Him.

Bless be His holy name.

Let all creation worship Him.

God of eternal glory.

The kingdom of God.

A righteous branch of the Lord.

Yeshua the only one.

My everlasting Father.

He is the Prince of Peace.

The One who laid it aside.

His heart He gave for us.

To live from life to life.

His mercy endures forever.

My refuge and fortress.

My shield and secret place.

The Word of the Almighty.

To you I give all glory and praise.

Adonai Elohim tz’va’ot.

Agony

Pain engulfs my weakness.

Disgust for life is my harvest.

My tool is a jagged scythe.

Anguish makes these fields ripe.

The pool of blood amid the cornerstone.

Flows continuously when I’m alone.

This agony full of dust and locust.

Eating away my flesh to a close death.

I reach out to the old me.

To see the noose upon the tree.

A skeleton with meat falling away.

Human sacrifice with unnatural decay.

The whisper of the dark inside every dream.

A hand of deception with imaginations queen.

This dead girl in my mind still