Sadie

Of butterfly kisses and eyelash wishes blown in the wind.

Of petal's pulled apart," he loves me , he loves me not; he loves me.

Of blue sky's with billowie clouds," what's that one mama?" " a dinosaur I think"

Inocent , unaltered, can't beat it on a stick. Unless that stick has cherry Popsicle flavoring and sticky figures.

Broken wings

She lay on the forest floor in the soft moss

A bird of love struck down by a bird of pray

She could remember the long spiral down, it took a life time to reach the forest floor

As she fell a life less lived met her eye, as she watched other birds fly

The broken sparrow cryed as the day passed, for she knew she would never feel the wind on her wing tips again

Her crying was the most beautiful sound the forest had ever heard. A single piece of due fell from the canopy in tribute. The forest had shed a tear

Then the wolves came

Hope

Hope was strangled and love clubbed. I'm just going to not make it. I want the impossible. I prayed to God that he could take ten years off of my life if I had the smallest chances to change things. Carful what you pray. I now have a heart condition that I take toperol for. I've never been without my cubs for Christmas. I've never felt so hopless and alone. I keep having diologes with my self and that makes me feel crazy to. Is this communication, is it journaling. Is it begging the universe. I feel like a man with broken legs that knows he has to get to the top of a mountain. I've been clawing my way but I have five miles of hard brush ahead of me. It would be so easy to lay down. Just lay down and stop, stop trying.

Redemption

They stood before God for their vows, their hands embraced

Said she to him, " I promise to love thee untill I have other things to do."

To she, " I promise to obay as long as it suits me."

To he, " I love you now but I will abandon you, a ghost of who I was. Tragedy will chip away at my heart untill it is flint with in my breasts. "

To she," I will not care, after you abandon me I will become stone."

Her heart didn't become flint, and stone was not he.

A dart to the heart, a blow to the head. Love dead

What can you do when love is dead

Sift through the embers

Even though your heart is ashes; gray in your chest

Find one tear drop and offer it up to God

And pray for redemption

And the horn blew

There she was in the wood, wreath in her hair

Twirling to the drum arms out stretched to the naked trees. The moon and the fire silhouetting her gown of white.

Faster the Stag queen spun to the drum, giving herself. Willing her self to take in the spirit.

Swaying to and fro she hypnotized a hundred souls. Her beauty unmatched. The red waves of her hair matted to her head.

He stepped into the clearing, he wore the horns.

The drums beat faster, she stretched out her arms like a sparrows wings willing herself to fly

He strode to her gazing at her beauty afraid he may never breath again

Their eyes met and he took the step. He put his mouth to hers

And the horn blew through out the wood

Playing with wolves

You were a wounded sparrow in the wood

Red haired and blue eyed

Your wing broken but not your singing voice

So beautiful the sound, with its mournful tendrils

It brought a family of wolves to play


They would yelp and snap at one another the way wolves do

Rolling and fighting and falling asleep in one anothers paws for the cold north mountain night

The sparrow wandered each day if she were to be eaten by one of the wolves

By the black or smaller grays

Then one day in the winter solstice she woke up to find one morning that she had turned into a sleek gray

With the most beautiful voice that could make birds sing

She faded into the most with the family of wolves trailed by the velveteen sound of her own four paws

Court

There she was like triple scoop ice cream

Looking good

She wouldn't look at me

I did see her smile when they made me take off my hat

Her nortic cheekbones jutting out for a monoment

Toward the Atlantic , where they belonged

On the bow off a ship. Meant to plunder

Old fish

Did my use to your own end? I'm sure you could have used my head for fish soup. You could have chopped me up for the garden great nitrate there . the indians grew their corn that way. I try everyday to not be three day old fish and there for usless. It's harder now they have moved me to the back of the property. The racoon has stopped coming around . maybe I can do something useful before I fade away. I just dont know what it is as of yet.

Iron against flint

One a soft mailable metal

Flints hard and unyealding

Together they make magic happen

Fire , its what civilisation was built soon

Two oposets that make an amazing thing

She was iron, and I flint

We made Sadie and Bella

Truly a gift from the gods

The lass

She looked like she was from a farm on the shire

She was attracted to my cheiften looks

I wandered what she would look like riding a horse naked in the pale moonlight

From two worlds were we, the sun and the moon

She was attracted to my sensitive side, no one else is allowed to see

Not the whiskey soked , scraped knuckle man most think I am

I made her a hat with wool from foreign lands, sat down and made it with my own two hands

She was an exited lass and squealed with delight

Damn near filled me with fright

I sired two daughters with she, one looks like her, the other like me

A life with her I was to build, but we got left like stranded cars

Twuss not in the stars

In the fall when full moon glows against the skeleton trees

I think of the lass, and the love lost

Malamute

The first time I looked into her eyes
I tripped and fell into them

Cosmic powder blue, never seen on a human

They drew me in like prey, pinning me

I'm sure I twitched then stuttered

She had that inocent look that big cats get when they're cleaning their paws after a kill

She had no idea looks could kill

I was a dead man walking

Call of the wild

I know that pain

A wolf feels when he is separated from his pack

His mate

He would do anything, anything to get back to them

Suffer unbearable hardships

Knaw off his own paw

With an iron unyealding will

Throw his body against a barrier untill dead

Savage primal instinct

It's heart wrenching to watch

I am that wolf

I am separated from my she wolf

And my pack

Hell would be a quiet retreat after this

Through

She pulled out my heart from where she kept it

Her left back pocket

Close to those cement mixer hips,rock hard and so sexy

On that amazing ass is where that pocket lived

She threw down my heart and sromped on it

Pointing her fingure she yelled go!

I thought it was a row

I was still trapped by powder blue eyes

Like a shadow on the ground

She jumped up and down in her tall tall boots

Sqwish, sqwash, I didn't get it; a wounded puppy was I

Finally after she got out her phone and deleted me, I no longer existed

Only then did I realize we were through