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Wade Redfearn Jul 2018
It isn't like that.
It isn't a left turn too early,
a lark awake at night,
thick brown light in an open field;
unpredictable: a bad or counter-miracle.
It is only wanton.

You know how it is
Suddenly, something trapped between your toes:
the world has a strangled voice, it is
unroofed. You want the comfort of normal walls,
normal light, normal noise; in your hand
is a hot brand you'd halfway use
to smith it back together
and halfway swallow.
I had different plans for this vacation
than destruction.

I had plans. You had plans. The earth
planned its axial tilt; the weather planned
its burning; we put aside too little water.
A few plants were familiar -
the ruined piñon pine I remembered from the placard.
One lonesuch tree that made a little niche
at a defiant angle into the air
and outlived all except its orphaning.
How we thought we could fare better, I cannot say.

Ten feet up by one hundred feet over:
one liter water per mile climbed:
fatigue. Fatigue.
The quiet supremacy of all these rules for living like
transit and occultation
refraction and dimness
exertion
hunger
peristalsis pulling down
huge loads of sunlight
into the ***** gully
like bread and meat.

You will not see the bottom
no matter how hard you look.

If blood I am, then what kind of blood?
Unsettled and unsettling. The circulatory system
has an apt name: sometimes I can feel yesterday's blood
in the same neurons, saying the same thing.
I have no choice but to repeat it.
Time sheds its significance.
I have no continuity:
I have rhythms.

The new day, on fire and sitting in the trickle
you held a golden fish in your palm
as if you had made it by will
and cupped, it circled in the valley of your fingers
and I ate from the vision of care.

Erosion: isn't that what made these furrows?
I beg it to unmake me
flat like a seabed and many fathoms green
where the sun will never reach me.

In the penumbra of your anger
I do not fear dying,
only dying unclean.
Heights are all the same.
They would all break me and none would enough.
The grasshoppers and gecko hatchlings
all die in their way, rubbed in the hot dry dust.
Parched, I gnash my stone teeth
and tongue of chaparral -
I am making a song to say
die with me
but smile at me.

Then I see it through flashes of temper,
frame by frame, like a fingertip behind a pinwheel:
a dream of something distant that is also true.
Dreams of freedom alongside dreams of dying.
Nothing turns this angel down
Excellence, in the flesh
And if they try, an evening gown
In satin works the best

Is beauty deeper than the skin?
Surely she'll impress
Instead of showing what's within
She forces you to guess

Eyes of gold been tarnished brown
By tears that have been wept
Dark and shining locks abound
Make up for shades not kept

Sin runs red in times of blue
Every angel's seen
Temptation's there to carry you
When you have lost your wings

Consider but the outside shell
For that is most well-known
Appearing to be straight from hell
To garnish feelings shown

How could she be so mean, you ask?
What makes her be so spiteful?
Why can't she see it's not a mask
That makes her feel delightful?

Lies frozen, held through time
In silent desperation
Hiding at the scene of crime
A ****** confrontation

To free the memories from her head
Would unleash such a fear
She'd rather end the night instead
As not to feel him near

Ah, here's the one; the big bad wolf
That's haunted all her dreams
Whom proved too well by wearing wool
All are not as they seem

But I am ****, but skin and fur
And showing her my core
And telling her the parts that hurt
While donning nothing more

He's changed her mind, she's cast astray
But I could be the shepherd
To keep the hungry wolves at bay
As countless dogs endeavored

One light can only shine so much
Before the flame has died
To reignite it just a touch
Of love might satisfy

Surely there is nothing worse
Than feeling left to dry
Entrapped within a lover's curse
And never knowing why

Well, in defense of self-defense
I must admit it's snide
To hang a face upon the fence
Until you've picked a side

It's safe, my friend, just be yourself
Strip down to nothing hidden
And let emotion feed your health
By eating the forbidden

A heart must be coaxed from its hide
With tenderness and passion
In order for the passersby
To notice what has happened

From way out here it's hard to tell
But underneath a soul
That liberates a girl of twelve
Longs for a soul to hold

To hold would mean to carry, too
When harsh times rear their heads
To be the one to follow through
When love needs to be fed

But most of all it means to dress
With confidence or loathing
Just make sure you can impress
A saint in Sinner's clothing
Brain pictures
The wolf came upon us all
to devour the wicked and the weak
he would stare into your eyes
if he sensed you were good and true
he would walk away
leave you and yours
to live another day
So when the wolf came near
I chose to stand
next to you
Hirondelle Dec 2018
Would a wolf wail to the fair moon,
if he knew that he would die soon;
reach her above time’s blowing ruin?

Is that why the feral faced wolf would cry;
the yonder moon’s where his soul yearns to fly;
the wooed randezvous day’s light shan’t belie?

Should I also hope as I cry
the silv’ry night to be so nigh?
Is that how I’ll die with a sigh
and rise to a howl-hallowed sky?

Why not the grace of lacy lights
rain from the dark, fathomless heights?
Why not the moon wear bridal whites
and mock the dark night’s silent sighs?

Hail thou moon! And howl thou wolf!
Wind will whew with howl flung ruth.
Hail thou moon! And howl thou wolf!
Why you yowl’s a wind told truth.

Would a wolf wail to a sky noir;
HE who knows the moon’s repertoire;
SHE who looks so swell yet from afar,
and who bids no breath but the bizarre?

Then, why should beauty catch the eye,
make you cry when you can’t stand by?
Can’t she swim the eye whilst so high,
rippling timeless smiles in mind’s eye?

Could a man ever worship charm
but stay away and have no qualm;
like a wolf on a hapless lamb
devour aplomb to find calm?

Far-off charm is a ghostly breath,
beauty midair in long nights’ stealth.
You rip your lungs with a mighty yelp
to dispel distance to an ebb.

Hail thou moon! And howl thou wolf!
Wind will whew with howl flung ruth.
Hail thou moon! And howl thou wolf!
Why you yowl’s a wind told truth.

©️Hirondelle (21/12/2018)
Two parts and two characteristics of beauty.

Two parts and two conjectures about why the wolf wails.

Yes, why does the wolf yowl really?

Is it because it knows only when it dies will it be able to reach the hankered for moon to which it howls? Or is it because the wolf already knows that his love for the beautiful moon is only possible from afar, for she would offer no life to the yenning wolf were she ever near?
Canis Latrans Mar 22
"Do not worry I will be gentle," said the wolf.

"You mean to tell me, a beast as monstrous as you, is capable of mercy," said the traveler.

"No, not mercy," said the wolf. “Gentleness, there is a difference. I will devour you tenderly.”
A lonely child,
child of neglect

I see you.

Night it befalls,
lonely child met..

You meet me.

Peeled round waist from belly to back,
four pieces do a belt of babe make;
stitched and branded.

Lonely child of neglect,
I bathe in your warm fat.

Clouds they roll, stream cotton-frayed sky.
Mother's light peeks to say goodbye, to you;
-the lonely child whom had to die?

I transform.

AWHOOOooo!

eah, hah-hah, hah-hah, hah-hah...

<>...Hunt...<>
          C
Christian Ek Nov 2014
Some might say I'm too passionate and that I only speak the language of poetry.
There is a spirit animal who appears to me and the primordial instincts it values turns on inside of  me.
They ask me why I close my eyes when the music begins to play but they don't understand how I completely dive myself into the music.
I fall in love with the simplicity life has to offer and with the complexities I can't explain.
Am I a victim ? because I want more than the normal or am I the one who is still waiting for those animalistic passions to pierce through to my soul.
- C.Ek
Anakaren Davila Jul 2018
I always wondered
who taught you how to love
was it the fierce full moon
while it lighted you through a blackout night?
or the night owl
who sweetly sang you lullabies?


it wasn't until I had you
At the darkest hour of the night
Howling under the moon
And saw your hazel eyes
So vulnerable, yet fearless
That I knew
it was the wild wolves
who gently taught you how to love
Johnny walker Nov 2018
I feel like a wolf In
the wild, that lost It
mate In the middle
winter

That has to fend for
It's self alone In harsh
realities of life, closing
It's territory

A lone wolf that as now
to walk this Earth
abandoned, In the middle
of the winter snow, now
alone afraid
Lost and abandoned In the middle of winter
When I look into the mirror
I see a girl-
A girl who hides behind her skin
I see a girl-
A girl with a look in her eyes
A look of regret
A look of sorrow
A look of a painful experience
I see what you've made me to be
I am a victim of yours
I am the girl they talk about
I am your victim
I am the girl you damaged
I am your victim
You're ******* victim
-
When I look into the mirror
I see nobody
I feel nobody
I hear nobody
When I look into the mirror
I see the fear blazing into my eyes
I feel the masculine of your hands beaming down on me
I hear your muffled groans and audible grunts
I am what you've made me to be
-----
I had a life
I planned a future
I wanted love
I wanted a husband
I wanted children
-
I wanted so **** much but-
I want you,
I want you dead
Buried six feet plus in the **** soiled ground
I want you gone
Banished to hell!
----
When I look into the mirror
I see the outcome of my most horrid nightmare
I feel the bile rising in my throat because you never fail to make me sick-
I fear you
I hate you
I ******* HATE YOU
But you're the only one I can think about.
---
I was raised
I was loved
I loved too
But you took that from me
You took so much from me
Confidence, you took from me
Bluntness, you took from me
Pride, you took from me
I believed in myself
I had faith in myself
But you took that from me
-----
I see you, Often enough
On the streets, selling dope
Riding around, lookin for ******
In my dreams, ****** me again!
You destroyed me, you took my womanhood away
You did this to me!
-
LOOK AT ME!
-
I can't walk outside alone because of you
I avoid alleys because of you
I hide behind tinted sunglasses hoping and praying I don't run into you
--
You changed my life in more ways than you can imagine
I am not the same person I used to be
I am not the same person I was last year
I am not the same person who completed high school
I'm not same person who politely introduced myself to you
I am not the same person my parents knew me as
I- I-... I am nobody
--
All because you took myself from me.
Turoa Apr 12
I'm walking down the street,
No destination in mind
Using a phone I hardly understand
..a talk-to-text app of all things.
So many things, words to say
But ever unsaid,
Not because it would offend,
Feelings are delicate,
But because it would betray..
Would betray the one person
I know above all others,
A wolf walking
Down a street with no destination.
Tanya Feb 6
what will you do when your man nature calls upon?
when your eyes get hungry for a female bone
when you starve and crave the flesh
of gentle hands
will you eat another girl
because I’m far away?

will you dance between her hips
the same way you danced between mine?
what about her hair? ,
will run your fingers wild?

will you bite off her lips, then rip her skin apart,
with the same mouth, you said you loved me?
will you blind my eyes
with pretty lies, once again,
honey?

or

will you be a man, loyal to his word?
starve your hormones and desires
‘till I save you from the thirst,
will you not throw away the promises
You gave, when you see her, stripping her body naked,
offering food to your hungry eyes?

will you eat her,  will you starve?
14.01.19
Skaidrum Aug 2015
She's a skeptic for crystal bones
doesn't believe in God's treasured
          zodiac prophecies.
                         Be jealous
of the wolves we still call sheep.
You were my lover;
now the moon shines
                in utmost sympathy for
all those frigid nights stars bit at
your ears for the choices you've
                     made in cold song.
Stop drumming your heart to
the sound of my sky
             Lupus told me to tell you
                   it doesn't belong a
                         vagabond such
                               as yourself.
If you can't cut off my tongue,
then who are you to silence
                    me?
The moon is flashing like the bullets
                I've been catching between
                 my teeth.
Like all of the night's phases and heartbreak;
The phases of love will wax
                      and wane.

.
I'm in the Lions Den,
Not the Wolf Cave.

I'm braver than you thought I was, Lycan.



© Copywrite Skaidrum
The wolf inside is weak and frail, his Pack is distant and far, his fur and skin are matted and mangy.  

His howl once full of Joy and Power is brought low, Painful and Angry.

The wind; cold and bitter,
pushes the wolf into Darkness of winter.

The Birds circle and mock, giving chase for their moment of feasting.
His heart cries buried inside, racing and beating.

The wolf must rise to withstand the night; to rise and make war with all his might.

The wolf must rise to give pursuit of his Kin, if left to the birds, in his Heart they will roost.

Arise the Wolf inside to continue the Path ahead,
but, as the season comes, so does the challenge in his head.

For the Wolf that is wise endure he must, for it will not all return back to Dust.  

To Rise and give chase for the prize of his Heart.
The Wolf will rise to battle this dark.

The Wolf alone, thinks he is,
but within sight, the Leader comes to finish the Promise He said, is His.

Rise up the Wolf Inside.
wolf - lowercase, beat down by the pressures of the world and completely defeated by its challenges.
Pack - christian friends and family
howl - personality
wind - everyday stresses of life
Darkness - the evil of the world brought in by Satan's tricks
winter - a season of life
buried -  unseen to others
war - the call to fight against sin  
Kin - same as the Pack
Birds - carnal thoughts, images, pressures, and people
Heart - the choice to be defeated or fight and carry on
Path - the christian walk through life
head - a sickness unsolvable
Wolf - uppercase, still struggling but realizing that he will survive
Dust - death and utter defeat
prize of his heart - Jesus and the salvation promised
battle this dark - a trial that will be defeated though Christ
Leader - Jesus
Promise - Christ's return and salvation in everlasting life

Rise up the Wolf Inside - A Christian walk with Jesus and the struggle to carry on
Ainnoot Apr 9
You put a halt on progression.

loving you was wrong,
I just learned my lesson.
I understand the blues and
I picked up your depression.
My heads in the clouds
but I know you won’t see heaven.
You are a wolf
in sheep’s clothing
not a blessing in disguise.
No matter how it’s woven
you keep on fabricating lies
Sonia Ettyang Sep 2018
I change like night and day
So don't get caught up in the moment
For It's just for a moment
I may ran away and hide, in the thick of the forest
But promise not to be alarmed
I'm fine all on my own
Promise you won't come out seeking for me
This is who I am
I'm a lone wolf
You got to understand
I need to recharge my soul
Stay clear off the noise
I'm a lone wolf
I thirst for freedom
Freedom to be alone sometimes
I'm a lone wolf
My spirit thrives on solitude
Without it I'll starve to death
But I'll be coming back
Back when my batteries are full again
Back when  my soul has gained back its mettle
Back when my mind, body and spirit are in one peace
©Sonia Ettyang
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