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 Dec 2011 Meka Boyle
Broderick
I etch myself onto writable sheets,
With which my soul shall flood upon,
And all my sorrows and counted fears
Are then listed until they are gone.
represent yourself as vicious
bare your fangs
strike down the innocent
you define a beast...not the wolf

when you prowl on victims
take life without remorse
and let rage control you
you are an animal...not the wolf

when you are cunning, swift
protect the weak
howl in the spirit of the wild....you are the wolf

when you're mysterious
calm with power
leading with purpose....you are the wolf

A wolf knows family
A wolf knows instinct
A wolf knows wild
A wolf knows what guides them

my guide is not the wolf...I am the wolf and I am guided by destiny.
**FadedFate**
 Dec 2011 Meka Boyle
Marcus Lane
I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.
© Marcus Lane 2010
It's too soon to live in memories
I try to convince myself
Years don't change everything
I try to convince myself
This is no prison I'm living in
I have the keys, the locks are not broken
I try to convince myself I have a reason
For not using them

Grab a pen and some paper
Some of these are important
I just know they are
These are the things that made me what I am
Aren't they?
The sum total of all my experiences, right?
I need to chronicle and catalog
Separate the wheat from the chaff
This will set me straight
Or maybe not...could be a waste of time

Time takes them away, one by one
Teases, bringing some back
Then snatching them away again
Despite my best efforts
To hoard them
Years don't change everything
The cruel workings of time
Are eternal

Of this I am convinced

I've sacrificed freedom
To live in a cage
To settle for memories
For fear that hurt would break in
And make itself comfortable
Quick to remind me of the memories
It helped make

I'm convinced I have no reason
To break these chains
An empty house, alone
Is better than such bad company
© 2010 by James Arthur Casey
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