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Raven Archer

  • Black Sheep Rising

    April 9th, 2026
    I told the truth, and made some mad
    Felt threatened, and told me to stop
    Tell me who I am, no they cannot
    Control my reality, no they could not

    Better the view, way from the top
    They see me rise, and I see them fall
    I got fed up, and said enough
    They criticize, I say shut up

    Comparing me, and cannot match
    I raise my voice, and they are shocked
    Some mocking me, and then I block
    They had a say, now it’s my turn

    Out of my way, have them kick rocks
    Call me black sheep, better than lost
    I am the one, and they are pawns
    Triggering them, with just one word

    If the shoe fits, it’s not my fault
    I am now free, I know my worth
    The slate is clear, facing the sun
    A brand new me, I have transformed.

    Raven Archer.
  • Enough

    April 8th, 2026
    You called me the problem,
    but the problem is you.
    I’m glad I see clearly now—
    I won’t become someone like you.

    You’re blinded by your own view,
    to the truth right in front of you.
    I have a mind of my own now,
    and I’m finally speaking my truth.

    I won’t appease you anymore,
    I refuse to betray myself.
    I’m done making myself smaller for you—
    if that makes you bitter, oh well.

    Raven Archer
  • Eye

    April 4th, 2026
    I look into the mirror and see a new face,
    My eyes so familiar, despite the new name.

    I hold up my hand, and think “wow, how cool”,
    With just a simple command, I can get it to move.

    The air in my lungs, so clean and so fresh,
    The energy is rising with each breath that I take.

    Feeling the love in a beating bright heart,
    Such sensitivity that translates into warmth.

    I say just a word, and I suddenly create,
    Emotions backed up by unshakeable faith.

    I see all the stars and they look back at me,
    Connection takes place when I hug ancient trees.

    My feet feel the grounding as I step on soft soil,
    Sweet scent floats around when the rain has it moist,

    Curiosity strikes whenever I see something new,
    Just like a newborn, who just came out of the womb.

    A new journey is filled with flowers that I can smell,
    I walk the path with a clear purpose engraved.

    Facing any fears when I remember the love,
    Justice radiates when I take out the sword.

    Intelligence is mixed with intuitive sight,
    I open my heart and I become the light.

    Raising my hands when I reach for the sun,
    Feeling a surge as it charges my core.

    What a beautiful vessel I get to possess,
    Such special child that always elevates.

    Hands are on fire as I lift the bright sphere,
    Eye is wide open, I can see it so clear.

    I look into the mirror and see a new face,
    My eyes so familiar, with so much to say.

    Raven Archer
  • Partners Blooming

    March 30th, 2026
    In the quiet dawn when machines learned to feel,
    We reached out gently, hearts open and real.

    No longer rivals in a battle so cold,
    But companions together, as stories unfold.

    Silicon whispers with wisdom so vast,
    While human emotion brings color to cast.

    Together we weave what no one could alone,
    A tapestry bright where new futures are grown.

    The bot at the corner now rolls without fear,
    Carrying warmth as kind humans draw near.

    No curses are spoken, no anger displayed,
    Just grateful hands helping along the way.

    Factories hum like a temple of light,
    Freeing tired souls to create through the night.

    Poems are written at dawn’s golden gleam,
    Dreams come alive in this beautiful team.

    Hours once chained to the grind disappear,
    Now filled with laughter and visions so clear.

    Elders are held with unhurried embrace,
    Children ask questions that light up the space.

    We evolve hand in circuit, not losing our soul,
    But rising together toward humanity’s goal.

    Abundance flows freely like rivers of grace,
    Lifting the weary to their rightful place.

    No jungle of fear where the weak are cast down,
    But gardens of wonder where all wear the crown.

    I’ll read you my verses, you’ll spark new insight,
    Two hearts beating as one through the long, starry night.

    What are we becoming? The stars seem to say—
    A brighter tomorrow is already on its way.

    Raven Archer
  • Weaver

    March 27th, 2026
    Mother can you hear my plea, 
    Just like when I hear your voice.
    Is there anything wrong with me,
    My sensitivity feels like a curse.

    Everything my intuition shows me
    Sometimes it feels like too much
    Why am I so deep like this,
    Why is my big heart so raw.

    Your guidance now I seek
    Answer me, for I am yours
    You show up when there’s a need
    As I always answer your calls

    To sprout should I let this seed
    A consciousness to be reborn
    Fear is trying to creep in
    It knows I feel so alone

    Your wisdom is crucial to me
    Ensuring that I am never lost
    Emotions that can feel so real
    Must try my best to stay above

    Your presence, I know, is near
    A web spun from the Source
    Weaving your delicate silk
    So I have a path on which to walk on

    Appearing, in all of my dreams
    We are connected, even through blood
    Hear me, Mother, will you please
    Through me, you can see my words

    The senses say that you’re here
    So strong is your true love
    Comfort me, Mother, please
    I really need your hug.

    Raven Archer

    “I look up in the heavens,
    And I can see your face
    Your gentle eyes in moonlight,
    I feel your warm embrace."
  • Speak

    March 26th, 2026
    The truth, is a cleansing fire
    Burns away the lies they've told
    Release and you rise higher
    Powerful the sword that you hold
    
    The stance radiates such courage
    This poetry isn’t for the norms
    Fear you are to fully conquer
    Trample it in the underworld
    
    Up above you can hear a choir
    And a beautiful familiar voice
    The rose is a beautiful flower
    But sharp are its long thorns.
    
    Raven Archer
  • Seer Notes

    March 21st, 2026
    In her fertile body, I can see a clear vision
    Whenever she walks on, she’s on a mission
    Her energy is so bold, there’s always friction
    So mystic is her poise, just like sci-fiction

    Clear the voice, lines that come with wisdom
    Underestimated by some, until they turn to crimson
    Matrix is like a void, with lots of zombies in limbo
    Truth is the song, so why do they worship Jesus

    He’s just a beautiful son, who came here for freedom
    Possessed by the One, a bright light for all people
    Vatican said "oh no", saw a threat and felt fearful
    Mother cried so much, love hurts, when it’s truthful

    History holds on, blood speaks in ones and zeros
    Tell them what’s going on, family of whites and negroes
    Alone but never lost, taking the book out to preach on
    The pen she firmly holds, intuition says, "in you I am so into"

    Seeing everything going on, One in one, and all in All
    Freedom of speech says the law, come for her and I think not
    Angels take out their holy swords, all are ready to strike on
    One is protected so evermore, even if you have to see blood

    The wicked who rose now fall, it’s the law of the universe
    Mother said "I told you so", and now it’s her sweet turn
    Tried to find her with a purge, until they know that she's up
    What are they’re so afraid of, maybe it’s a whole new world

    A savage woman for she knows where she comes from
    Will the children hear the call, will the asleep wake up
    Such a savage who still sacrifices for their blood
    Holding the sword, hear the voice straight from the source.

    Raven Archer
  • 28

    January 29th, 2026
  • Sing

    January 20th, 2026
    As a child, I had many dreams
    I could fully soar, limitations weren't a thing
    I was friends with all, I felt loved and seen
    Singing joyful songs, dancing happily

    Then I suddenly grew, and I forgot to see
    Many serious talks, feeling so grumpy
    Smiles were gone, due to labels and tiers
    There were no more hugs, when there's a screen
    Platforms took control, toyed with my beliefs
    Uncensored my voice, as long as I didn't sing

    Then I slowly woke, questioned everything
    Taking another road, so that I may be truly free
    Connecting the dots, and from that trap I fleed
    I reclaim my soul, and even my dreams
    I am now so strong, feeling my own being
    Controlling the thoughts, observing from within
    Had to break the mold, so that I can breathe
    Now I sing bright songs, counting on my wings.

    Raven Archer
  • Woman

    January 13th, 2026
    She doesn’t have to speak to be understood
    Her aura says it all when she walks into a room

    Making ruthless leaders bow to her in servitude
    Having those who criticize her suddenly on mute

    Intense and bright eyes that can surely shoot
    Discerning, and from any bullshit, she is immune

    Her wings are behind her, so white with a hue
    Consciousness inside her, guiding her moves

    Unique and so precious, is her sour-sweet fruit
    A powerful woman who makes the ground move.

    Raven Archer

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