WolfEchoes's blog
The Sky, The Birds… And I
Early morning birds are calling
Pre-sunrise winds are rising
Peaceful is this autumn moment
The sky, the birds… and I
Colours on the east’s horizon
The Clay And The Stylus
There is something to be said
On behalf of the common ink source and lead
For the way we are swiftly evolving
Away from the brain and away from the touch
Paper... not seeming needed so much
Perceptions, Gods, And Gun Grease
He stands at the podium
His god within his hand
“If you’re not with us, you’re against us”
“If you’re against us, then you must die”
Lust Cookies
I do not understand… she said
That you can have such fire within yet walk so coolly
I see your steam
I feel that heat
But instead of attack you choose retreat
Empty Chair
Who said that you could call my brother forward
Place him there upon a line
Waiting for a chance for him to be
Hero
What of his sister gentle
She needed him to be her guide
Dream Always
Dream always
Know your reality
But never hesitate to hold dreams
Anything can happen
Anyone can succeed
Don’t hold back anything
Reach for the stars
Get up after stumble
Screen Savers… Not Love Saviors
Said a stranger to a stranger…
Does it need to be so strange
Spilling words across a paper
Filling boxes on a screen
Comfort behind these cyber fences
Little Smiling Billy
He smiles everyday, never complains
His grades are not perfect, but certainly ok
His body is always clean
His clothes are sometimes the same as yesterday