Black Wolf is no pale sheep
He hunts on his own and chooses who he meets
He has no family nor friends to share
They nurtured him and turned death at Frozen Lake
The ice was too thin for it not to brake
Black Wolf stands out
He has no control of how it come out
Not because he has the gift of the growl
Or the raunchy moan of an infamous howl
Black Wolf against the snow white sharp he is
A brilliant beacon marauding over mountain caps
Any lady or foe knows no way to know
How or why he became so black against the snow
Black Wolf respects the old
The tender the wise
But spots the fool and the teenager trying ever so hard to be cool
Black Wolf has no pack
He's not one for looking back
He seeks no attention
But knows where he came from
A wolf mother wise and tender
Black Wolf died in his sleep
In a blizzard that berried him ten feet deep
No funeral was felt nor body skinned for pelt
Just the drift of the snow
As his body let him go
And the call from afar said "come, its time for you to go"
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
Thinking is silence leaving
Fear is wisdom retreating
Love is life breathing
Perfection is the mind deceiving (again)
I am is nobody
Nobody is everyone
Everyone is I
Why is the answer
The Way is the direction
Ritual is sacred
Sacredness is reverence
Seasons are balanced change
Change is Now slowed down
*** is union
Children are the closest to God most people will ever come
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
Yesterday, was yesterday and yesterday makes me happy today
I can stand, I can even stand to think, long alone thoughts
when I four to compared to when I was ten more
looking over Norfolk shores building and breaking
moulding and making my time with my family and there Eternal Bliss
I have no worthy words for them
I will see them when I die because I know even then I'l still be ten
I'l still be building sand castles while the ocean creeps in on me
Then, as swift rain
I'l pour into incarnation again
to do my best to help my guest to join me on that Norfolk shore
with all that I adore and so much more
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
Descendent of bloods lines full of blood and lust
She came into this world covered in a sinful crust
Big bushy eyebrows
All as one
Sat above her eyeballs disturbing everyone
She had a turnip shaped body
A head like a lolly
She looked like she had been divorced
By the corpse of Mr Blobby
A foul being of unfathomable filth
She made the Scottish-men wear tights with their kilts
An unimaginable scene even in a schizophrenics dream
She made the red light district look like the blue peter team
They tried to make her into a play but they stopped in between
The directors head was found in a shed
With a note saying "die or agree"
Rumours has it
Her foul being is not just a habit
She even gets her way walking into on coming traffic
No there's no time for hesitation
when she's fulfilling her vocation
Moving from border to border disturbing more order then mortars
Never turns around always forward
Driven by bloodline that's distorted
Yet their are whispers on the wind
That she's found a certain him
An Arabic King who left his land looking for better things
He said "oil and camels - I'm soaked in the stuff,
Can you show me a good time,
Can you really make me huff?"
She ordered a weekend in Wales
No ******** no garlic snails
Hard bed no straw
In the eyes of an on looker
He had pulled the last straw
He found what he didn't know he wanted
A high powered back door motor
A great slice of westernised ****
Far from the Middle Eastern cuisine he had depart
So
As you can see and as I will say
Good things come to those who also don't prey
From inside of your skin
To the outer space rim
Unlikely loves *** and begin
Squirm and mesh
Challenges they possess
But what would be love
If we had no mess
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
If I was Death
I would never wake
Never steal a person from a deep sleep
If I was Death
I would have to see
The comfort in being deceased
If I was Death
I would let you know
The time and place for you too go
So that you can see
And understand
That its not as malicious
For we miss understand
Their is a golden shore
Behind the velvet door
Where we all go and all our adored
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC
Well they arrived by night the street cars light came through the curtain
So sharp
Their bags were packed tight trapped to backs to leave now or asap
They went
The car was lamborghini leather bound
Driver look round to greet them, Lets go
Gliding up a vain took a left at Circle Main
Drive through red lights heading North to Lungsville
The black and white chess pieces blocked the roads and signalled to Motor bound brothers to stamp on the light heading North
"The Bridge is wide open"
They went Hail Mary hoisted sails they flew like new born's
Over the water
Fulfilling their prescribed Destiny
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
Beyond the sight of normalities plight there is a realm so deep
The animals know it but they don't show
For they are humble peeps
They strive back and forth to sustain their life force
To **** and eat and repeat until there bodies lay down in defeat
They return as wind and mould mountains on their adventure Home
Rejoice from the sauce until they live again and again
And again and again and .....
Back to the never ending dance of eternal creation
Fulfilling itself by getting to know its self
Knowing All by knowing One
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
I live on the coast where the fighting is at most
The Caribbean looks pretty **** up close
I still kept the postcard, its still in my wallet
I wished I didn't have it, preferable lost it
Losing it now
Mind slipping from manual coordination
Violence associated with my everyday vocation
Anything
Goes
Everything's
Going
When you cant feel
When the wounds don't heal
Its going to keep growing
Is their something else we should be knowing by now
Like what's the average time for a mass homicide to take place
On an army base
To be honest
I don't want to see figures
I can produce facts
I'l show you what it really means to make an action-man crack
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
Mid way through my kebab last night
You would not have guessed what had caught my sight
A diamond coin that stood out like my thumb
After hitting it with a hammer while DIY for my Mum
It was not the ordinary type
A side portrait of a reptilian *****
It was circular
But it wasn't shiny
It looked *****
But it wasn't grimy
It gave me the feeling of fools
Gold
But with the reassurances of a diamond that hadn't been
Sold
I took it home
I took it home
I swear I took it home!
"Must be with the fairies dear,They'l know"
"You can knock on there little door the next time you go
*** the quicker you shut up the less time you'l be out in the Snow"
Fine
Condemn me
But when I find it
You'l love me
If you don't believe me
You can't trust me
Don't see it now
You don't know me
Adiós I'm
Gone
Into the snow I'l
Run
To the kebab house I'l
Go
By the tall pavements under mounds of snow
where the fairies live and the diamonds do grow
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
You looked good up against that night club wall
It was half past 3 maybe quarter to 4
The black velvet tights
The cropped up hair
The short t-shirt
The 'I see through you' stare
I couldn't see you
It was getting foggy in the car
Turn down the heating
Arr there you are
I didn't know how to approach
What shall be said
I'm a middle aged man
Should be tucked up with my wife in bed
I shouldn't be fondling around in the shadows
************ on steering wheels
What am I doing - what the **** am I doing?!
Maybe a drive by
A wink of the eye
Get the back seat love
We'l be there in 5
But I don't know and I never really have
Always wanted to know thou been feeling sad
Sick of repetition
The food that I eat
The ***** that I drink
The things that I speak
Why has it come to this
A car park full of mist
Looking for things that I'v already missed
I'l be heading back then
To the wife and kids
And that little Shiatsu dog that I'd rather not exist
But it makes my wife happy and that's all that really matters
Whether I'm changing the nappies or getting rid of the clappies
Its all that really matters
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC