The Alpha will call, the omega will join,
Together as one, they sing a song,
All now hunted, because of one fateful calling,
Haunting, yet beautiful, they'll ravage,
They'll break, they'll snap and growl,
Stopping for yet no one,
No one but the Alpha Wolf.

The wind calls to me again--
"Come," it whispers,
"O're the meadows,
Better days will surely come,
Play with me,
Your imaginary friend,
Don your dress of scarlet and gold,
Put down your work,
Find a reason to be."

Back I call to the longing breeze,
"The days grow cold,
The others say I'm too old
To play in our meadow.
They tell me
You are not so.
My dress too thin, I shiver beneath,
The scarlet is faded
And so is the gold.
I cannot be,
No, not today can I be."

In my Garden
at the night
a lover wakes up
to the sight

Of Twinkling Stars
and Dazzling Moon
he sings a song
and plays a tune

laden with dew
amidst the green grass
he calls out to his beloved
she's a beautiful lass

he sings the mating song
in a sweet gentle croon
comes hopping down to him
his lover so swoon

A serenade of love
rings through the night
the music plays
till the morning light

I find you
constantly seeking for something unreachable
Trying hard
But I know your limits, even those so far
Calling from the sky
You want to find a light, a sight, a glance

But darling, I need you to know
you don't belong here
This world is so tough, for a broken and small soul like you

And darling, I need you to see
everything is better when you are not with me
Stay there, turn back
You'll find no luck in life
If you're aiming to pure happiness
Here is not the place

But I know your limits, even those so far
Calling from the sky

I was in church Sunday morning
The sun was high in its own urning
The praises ran out loud and strong
I definitely was in church where I belong
There was a Guest Minister from another church
He preached on seeking victory and who to call
What the Preacher spoke, “Walk, Stand, Shout, Talk, Look and Dance”
This meant overcoming struggles in chance
Then following the steps will help you advance
It was a distinction at every stance
The Minister was definitely a Teacher, Lecturer and a child of God
I admired his chosen words
The sentences with the words made my heart swirl
A man of God and yes I have heard
Taking victory to the next level
Putting struggle in a shovel
Advance to awake
It’s the power of victory in the take
Turning struggles into an overcoming stake
Yet stand on your feet
You have gained victory and scored zero on defeat
God has always been the rejoicing treat
To walk and been blessed is a welcomed retreat.

ringing ringing ringing
the phone off the hook
hoping hoping hoping
he’ll give back what he took

what he took is my heart
ran away with it
so I continue calling
it hurts, I’ll admit

when he doesn’t answer
and I hear that blessed beep
always in my head
even at night, counting sheep

the ringing never stops
for the phone is never picked up
and I continue to swallow
pills down, with water from my cup

they make me feel content
sometimes for just a moment
to help my bleeding heart
they’re just another component

I hear the ringing in my head
day and night it never stops
similar to the screaming sirens
heard when circled by the cops

ringing ringing ringing
making my ears bleed
the ring replaced by his voice
that is all I need

the sound in my crazy mind
the ringing of his phone
will he ever pick up his end,
or am I left alone?