The wolf still lives...

Though the flint cuts through his flesh

Slicing its way down and across along its way.

The howls do NOT come, for he knows they are fools

Look how content they seem-how lulled they feel

As, even now, they lack the realization of his true strength

And how easily he could strike them ALL down

The wolf still lives…

Though they dig away at his skin and muscle

Yet they shall NEVER reach his soul.

He waits patiently, biding his time, eager to tear them down

Quietly he watches them without looking;

Remembering how they had made their plans and gone on their hunt.

They had set their traps, sunk their hooks and tolled their lines

But their catch is not done with its fight.

The wolf still lives…

Yea, hear the slow beating of his heart as, yes, it still beats

There within his power it watches for the time that is right.

They continue to cut down, deeper they go-his blood flowing redder

Somehow he lays still, calm.

His rage contained like a frozen sun set to rise any moment-

It sets itself on the ready, loose and steady for what will be.

The wolf still lives…

They hunted him well, used means less than honorable

Lies and deceit made them feel the stronger-yet, they remain weak.

The time spent was long, painful, degrading.

They cared not by what means they accomplished their deed.

Their acts shall now be punished!

Yes! Yes! The wolf still lives!

Even as now his flesh and bone die before them

He knows they shall NOT be sustained by their eating of his body

As he rises, rises above them to tower over their belittled selves

For triumphant he knows he shall be over them now

As knowledge of their actions abominates their lives down to nothing

And his righteous soul lights itself to the world as a victim, a restrainer of his rage,

A martyred, misunderstood gift…

The wolf still lives…

Forever now in humbled Glory.

Blowing constantly these winds of change which call the names

He whispers, "One day...

you belong to me..."

No escape to the pain

"You won't feel the hurt," he soothes

"won't need the destruction"





Earthly rumbles

And a warring for the heavens begins

"This was my life" all try, all cry

"And now this is your fate" he laughs

As we're left with nothing left to say



Bearing the heavy loads



Which only bind us harder...

Pale blue gray

colored her eyes

As a soft feeling

starts coming back again

But like with

every rule

Of this, the longest of roads to

travel

It can never, completely

bring back

that lost

loving feelin'

Oh,

That would just be another left

and let to cross over

that one, forbidden

white line

But don't you want that revenge

on getting even with that

warning sign?

as here it comes again to not better

your remaining

days

And tie you once again to that

Boxcar laden, one way track

that disallows you

from ever coming back

Or

to feel...

and only leaves you to try and steal



This, the bunting red

that you will try to pretend

is what you can never

really see



Ooh. that true color of

that everlasting love

that can no longer

help you up

or set you free...

Salvation bleeds its last hopes

Upon make believe plains of earth

Selfish lies fading the light from within;

Places turn around the one's lost here

Forming ever changing worlds:

A white rabbit on his way.

A wandering child going on to nowhere.

A brooding sky.

A forest of watching eyes.

I saw these as I crossed over into here

Then formed illusions of my own:

A towering castle below silver mountains.

A labyrinth, at its center a strange world all its own.

A cold season.

A curse spelled land.

I searched along the riddles to find what I didn't know I was looking for

And came to a burning sky

Above an acid sea

And saw

The exiting doorway

hanging solitaire

between.

A victims needs

becomes the same

as everything that I want



In this invisible room

sending certain signals

I've been crucified until this

the very end



Without anymore ways

or means



As the heavy weights

come to last longer

And I only never

become any stronger

Living with the lies and the fears

all alone



But does anyone really know

the trouble I have seen?



Juried

only never allowed

as you pick this poor souls

bones clean



-Like a descending-

My life's on the ground

like someone's empty wish

left unfound

and drowned



As in this place I call home

becomes to me as being like

nothingness

And Angels stand

in the corners

spreading symbols



Does anyone see them?

or is it just me

looking for thoughts

in my head

As to why and for the meanings

of what's being lost

and what's being said?



A happy face

in an unhappy man

I'm just another ruined

life

without an unfinished mission



But can I bare

this cross

As I'm still going 'round and 'round

still searching for

something



I'm only left unsatisfied

just trying

to survive



With a grain of salt

and ignorance towards what I see

and what I feel

In an unfamiliar world

not of the plan...

Twisted eyes of oak and ivory

Clanging, rusting gears of old, wily whispers

Hear the whimpering window drops

Across sadistic crossed circuits

Within an unwavering edifice to edify

In a masked evanescent parade.

Why must I watch?

Why must we learn?



Just another face in the crowd

Staring with ageless eyes

Among sheltered innocents

Walking within shadows

Driven by no desire

Where echoes of different

Times resound.

Looking for memories of yesterdays

Left unfound.



Stagnate in the suffocating silence

I, emotional exile

I, fugitive from freedom

Against image defined.

They, surrendered to mediocrity

They, shed the age old scent of our commonness

For machine refined.



Shocked reality

Mocked integrity

The wheels of industry ground.

Bold repressiveness shut out lives.

Opinions bent toward standard waves

Bleaching out divergent shades.

To fall out of use-

Too much allowed is the end of you

By excused abuse.



Vague ideals

Within profound direction.

Systematic spontaneity.

Weakened, weary prey

Synchronized in their play;

Immersed in the cause

All sacrificed inner needs

In collective reality

Collective response.

Flames of computer lights

Warm the children's eyes they see.

Their religion is Technology,

But what truth lies behind their screams?



Glimpses of the future,

Children of fire with minds of steel

Free thinking not allowed,

Microchip logic can't feel.

DARK DAYS

Created from past life

SHOW THE WAY.



Is this the end for seen?

One world Government-Imperfection-

Oh, what does it mean?

Metal hands held ready for population termination.

DARK DAYS

Where machines control

WHAT YOU SAY.



Time to take a stand,

Got to change what will be.

Take a stand and see

The truth behind illicit function.

Emotion is the key

To reach through the lost memory.



Matter over mind,

This the future we brought to be.

The law -programmed rights and wrongs-

Robotic truth is all there can be.

DARK DAYS

Chained by knowledge

IS OUR PRICE TO PAY.



Erratic surveys follow you farther,

Leaves little time.

Holding on for the call,

Computer printouts read: END OF LINE :

DARK DAYS

Another victim always awaits.

ON AND ON THE GAME PLAYS.



DARK DAYS

Time after Time.