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