(Wind on the Mountain)

I stood on the mountain
I looked around to see
A world God gave us
Just for you and me

I felt the cold wind
blow from the north
Such a beautiful feeling
here on Gods great earth

Release your fears
and come with me
I’ll take you to a world
where we are free

Where eagles dare
way above the clouds
Where serenity takes hold
far away from the crowds

Where the rivers flow
and the wolves they run
you can reach to the sky
and touch the sun


The Lost Poet
Elton Stallman
4/27/20

( 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

( Wolf and the Raven )

                                     Our mystery is no surprise
                                  You are my feet , I am your eyes
                                Ride with me till the mountains end
                                
                                         Our blood will flow red
                                          You will fly,I will tread
                                 Go soar the sky’s my ebony friend

                                 Our spirits together will travel far
                                  We will follow the northern star
                                Our love for life will show us the way

                             Although we carry a different blood line
                               I will guard your life as you will mine
                              We’ll search the night to find our prey



Elton Stallman
The Lost Poe

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

Here you go my friends  

                                            ( The Me Inside Me )      


                                        when your world is lost
                                           before you are born.
                                             life can be hard
                                               life will be torn.

                                         Your born with things
                                           that dwell inside.
                                         Its a matter of time
                                          before they divide.

                                            you lose control
                                              of what is real .    
                                        there goes our minds
                                         here comes there pill.        
                                      
                                              I had to creat
                                            a deadly defence.
                                              Against myself
                                            at my on expense.
                                    
                                             I fought for years
                                              just to be free.
                                           But how do you fight
                                            the me inside me ?

           by Elton Stallman                    
                         7/15/17

I have a gift sent from the Lord,
It’s been here from the start.
He gave me the eyes to see his word,
and a lonely but beautiful heart.

He helps me release my pain
through poetry and songs
He showed me how to capture the rain
And put it where it belongs

I’ve walked these wicked streets
In the mist, I took a wrong turn
I still breath and my heart still beats
and I’m not ready to crash and burn

I still have something to say
and a lot of music in my soul
As I kneel down and pray
I cling to love and rock ‘n’ roll


Elton Stallman
The lost poet
4/17/20

{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

(We’re All Afraid)

                 Lost inside ourselves
                we know we are alone
            The wise holds the strength
               to the future unknown

                  From a child to a man
               we try to show no fear
                But in the mist of reality
                     life is so unclear

                        On the outside
            we shine like a golden stone
                     But in the inside
                where afraid and alone

                In my brothers eyes
               I can see his despair
            But he can end his pain
             with just a little prayer


                
The Lost Poet
Elton Stallman
4/21/19

(A Mans Pride)

                     The haunting rain
                    brings in the dawn
                 Another nomadic night
               now his dreams are gone

                   His body feels old
                the pain don’t go away
               The days long and cold
                he feels his spirit decay

                     The edge is near
                 he feels it in his mind
                  There’s nothing  left
                   Oh the hand of time

                Much to wise to let go
                his soul stands strong
               But every path he takes
               seems narrow and long

                  His beliefs grow weak
                they crumble like a leaf
              Every morning that comes
                      Is far from  relief

               With blood on his hands
               but strength from above
                He will follow it through
                 with the power of love



By Elton Stallman
The Lost Poet
10/12/18

(We’re All Afraid)

                 Lost inside ourselves
                we know we are alone
            The wise holds the strength
               to the future unknown

                  From a child to a man
               we try to show no fear
                But in the mist of reality
                     life is so unclear

                        On the outside
            we shine like a golden stone
                     But in the inside
                where afraid and alone

                In my brothers eyes
               I can see his despair
            But he can end his pain
             with just a little prayer


                
The Lost Poet
Elton Stallman
4/21/1