( The cry of a poet )

                  I write these words to  ease my pain
                                to fill my hollow soul

             They rise from a place were peace is lost
                               a place you dare to go

                     These sleepless nights I lie awake
                               as I drift into my past

            These trembling hands they grow so week
                              I pray that they will last

                  As time stands still I take a breath
                        and scream into the night
                 When the darkness fades I feel relief
                              as I see the morning light

                       Once again I made it through
                          But never will it be in vain
                   I'll continue on this lonesome ride
                      And forever will I chase the rain




By Elton Stallman
The Lost Poet

(Call Of the Crow)

                                     As I walked through a moon lit field
                                                 In a old familiar dream
                                          I heard a cry of a lonely crow
                                          In the distance near a stream

                                             As I stared I come to see
                                  The vision on witch he brought to me
                                              In his eyes my future lies
                                     And a glimpse of my past as it dies

                                                   I saw fire , I saw Ice
                                              I saw souls pay the price
                                       But my destiny was not as clear
                                         As I grew closer I felt no fear

                                           I saw a ship as it sailed away
                                           standing beside a windy bay
                                               As it drifted out of sight
                                     Is when his eyes turned dark as night

                                          Before I woke he spoke to me
                                        He said, in myself I must believe
                                         No matter what may go wrong
                                   Always look up and always be strong

                                      I know some day I'll find the truth
                                  Of the sacred stories within my youth
                                  Dreams may come and dreams may go
                                     I'll never forget the call of the crow
                                    
                       ­             

     By  E.Stallman

No where to go
                                 but his spirit's free
                                   Trying to escape
                        from a world that left him lonely

                   With thoughts  of what he  left behind
                             or what may lay in store
                            He drifts from town to town
                             and floats along the shore

                            Serenity, a place he seeks
                              from life, he cannot hide
                           Forever,  he'll chase the wind
                         and forever, he'll follow the tide
                                  
                            A friend,  he'll be for a while
                                    A lover, for a night
                             With one blink he'll be gone
                                before the morning light
                                    
                      ­       He may leave a trail of tears
                          But he knows he can't look back
                            He may rest from time to time
                             But his bag he won't unpack

                            His shadow is his only friend
                                    a man on the run
                        Some may say they knew him well
                         but his number will always be one
                                  

The Lost Poet

We are all human
       Our blood is still red
      The things that we do
      lives forever in our head

   We share our brothers pain
      when he can’t forgive us
      We now carry the world
      When he loses our trust

     We hold our own actions
      So we bleed deep inside
         But if we walk away
      Our friendship will divide

          The weak can’t let go
        they will forever hold on
        They will live in the dark
        and never find the dawn
    
         Please don’t walk away
         with hate in your heart
          We ask for forgiveness
        and for a brand new start

By Elton Stallman
The Lost poet

The cry of a coyote at night
                       sounds like a sad goodbye
               His cries echoed through the night
                         as he stairs up to the sky
                    
                          Coyote,can I join you
                      I want to say goodbye too
                      I want to be wild and free
              Please coyote can you run with me
                          
               We are creatures of the lonelynight
                         as the stars shine above
              Just two predators that roam the dark
                   all where searching for is love
                                
               As I laid there on the cold wetground
                      and his howling fades away
            I know it's time for me to go backhome
                        As the night turns to day

{Eyes of a Wolf}

The predator in me keeps me alive
I run with no pack,my spirit is free
With my animal instinct I will survive
In the forest I prey and along the sea

The blood on my fangs shows I’m alert
if you see me alone don’t come near
Sun on my back,I sleep in the dirt
no matter what I show no fear

The cold freezing nights I talk to the moon
but sadness in my voice as I scream to the sky
Living on the move I stay in tune
I’m not a friend,so please beware of my war cry

The mystery of my life will always be there
I think like a man with hunters breath
My sacred heart, I will take care
In the night I’ll do the dance of death

As I drift away into the mist
and follow my shadow alone
When I reach my final quest
You will here in my final moan

Elton Stallman
The Lost Poet