Featuring: “Placebo” an original poem written and performed by A. Duncan, of Foxes & Poems - Poet/Artist (www.foxesandpoems.com)

Cicatrix: 
- A mark resembling a scar especially when caused by the previous attachment of an organ or part. 
- A scar on a scar after multiple surgical interventions.

Special thanks to producer Zac Cabral and drummer Doug Charles of Conflicting Motive / CastleDoor Studios for playing keys, harmonies and drums on this track.

Narcissist Cicatrix

Generation Psycho

Original Spoken Word written and performed by Casey Renee Kiser. 
©️RaVenGhost Press 2023.
Words:

I remember Him, Him 
and him 
They'd beat on their chests 
and claim my swirling-drain heart;
Claim me with echoed ego,
Mark me as 'rescued'
But every branch I'd reach for 
after that    would snap
So many branches
while they all just kept a one-track mind
...AVOID EMOTION...
I remember myself too-
Me, myself and I reporting for duty
Surely, with all my personalities,
I can get one of these motherfuckers 
to warm up around here, ha!
(words directly from my childhood trauma)
I'm lost again in my constant need to mother!

(oh, you're such a good little boy....)

Emotionally unavailable men-
sexy hearts in barbed wire lace
lit up my black hole
Can't commit, can't decide on anything
except to hold back? Well honey, 
you've got a chance with me!
Feel nothing (give a bit) Say nothing (give a bit)
Admit nothing, push-pull, PUSH-PULL
And I laugh at the fact that I never believed 
in wearing a watch
'Cause all I get is motherfuckers wasting my time

Turns out, a jungle man is an idealized good time
but they get boring faster than I can say,
OH, MY HERO...
Wearing their mommy issues like animal skin,
so they can pretend they've conquered them
Protecting the "honor" of their toxic mothers
while attempting to dodge every call, every visit
Soaking up mommy's gossip gush and rumor rush
I'd blow kisses 
while they'd throw banana peels at my feet. 
Trained monkeys!

Still, I'd wrap myself around their thumbs
(when they weren't sucking them)
Gimme more, gimme more baby, 
ANY DAY NOW...
OH YEAH, I was Jane of The Jungle,  
swinging from tiny moment to tiny moment
of which I related
Grasping tight to the in-betweens, 
the bones they threw, I'd bury deep

Getting fucked till I was pretty
by distant eyes, 
I remember when I had the energy
But I am choosing now to forget

Finally, clean and dry, I wave
good-bye to the spin cycle;
to the mucky jungle

with pitted eyes
from a cloud
above
the asylum

Yeah, 
I wear the 'crazy ex' labeL proudly.
I WORKED HARD FOR IT.



photo credit: CRK by JTG©️RaVenGhost Press2018
This material is subject to Copyright Infringement laws.
Do not use any part of this poem without written permission, besides excerpts used in reviews.

Jane of The Jungle

As Sick As The Secrets Within

I imagine today was a powerful day of love, loss, and prosperity for many <3

May the rest of your year be filled with blessings and fruitful opportunities.

Enter The Lions Gate

These lyrics tell the story of a girl named Bonnie who used to have big dreams and a bright, shining spirit but lost her way after going through tough times and heartbreak. The repeated line, "Oh Bonnie, where did you go?" shows the sadness and longing for the person she used to be. Bonnie was once full of light, "shining like the sun," but now she's just a shadow of her former self. The song is a mix of remembering who she was and hoping that she can find her way back and bring that light back into the world. Fans of Teenage Fanclub, The Lemonheads, Big Star, and The Posies will recognize the blend of jangly guitars, emotional storytelling, and melodic indie rock influences that define this track.

Bonnie was a girl with stars in her eyes
She dreamt of flying high in big blue skies
But life had a way of bringing her down
Till she forgot the girl that used to be found

Oh Bonnie, where did you go?
Don't you remember the dreams that we know?
You used to shine like the sun in the sky
Now you're just a shadow passing us by

Bonnie loved with all her heart, but it was in vain,
Her dreams shattered by love's cruel game,
Now she walks alone, lost and in pain,
Hoping one day, her heart will find love again.

Oh Bonnie, where did you go?
Don't you remember the dreams that we know?
You used to shine like the sun in the sky
Now you're just a shadow passing us by

Bonnie, come back to us, we need you now
The world's a little darker without your light around

"Bonnie" Written and performed by Northern Sky

Bonnie

The Surface Seems So Far

Dead On The Vine

Original song by Dred Fouglas.


Lyrics:

Well, shit’s went south long as I remember
Black cat hissing at me under a ladder
All banged up, reaching for my wallet
Only found a knife and the devil in my pocket
Thought about a way to sneak up into heaven
When God ain’t lookin’, I’ll take an angel hostage
All banged up and done with hard livin’,
‘cause the bad gets worse, and my sick is turnin’ septic

Please, take me from this earth
Don’t wanna be a lingering curse

Another day ends choking me to sleep 
in a dive-bar haze while the stray souls drink
Woke up deaf from the alleyway’s scream
I tipped my hat to the ghost leavin’ me
A lady walkin’ by spat in my direction 
A city dove seemed to laugh at my rejection
So, again I go, circles in the gloom
in this rickety heart of an old, empty room

Please, take me from this earth
Don’t wanna be a lingering curse
I’ll trade in my bones for the dirt 
Don’t wanna be a lingering curse

Please, take me
Can I get a do-over?
I don’t wanna be
Next round I’ll do better
Please, take me
Can I get a do-over?
I don’t wanna be
Next round I’ll do better

Lingering Curse

Part Time Punks

Creepy Love / 694 MI

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Casey Renee Kiser's work (a.k.a. snail viXen) closely examines mainstream’s distorted ideas of beauty.
Always quirky and armed with bold confessional dynamite, her humor is uncompromising, often abrupt and unsettling. Her poems explore identity, emotional abuse, and healing within complicated relationships. She resides in a magical place called The Crystal Garden. Come on over, we have cookies ;) and healing, through dark poetry.
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Jane of The Jungle

C. Renee Kiser

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