Howl of the Wolf

Seeking and floating on the air,
The scent from last night still fresh,
Just lingering in the air,
The taste still fresh on the tongue,
That of the wolf as it searches,
Sniffing the night air searching for something,
As the howl is released so is a relief,
As he hears the call of another

Searching the Sky

This conflict that seems to surround me,
This waiting and being patient,
Is something supposed to help take aim,
Or is all lost in the clouds,
Many things seem out of reach,
The target is only seeming in the sky,
Unable to be seen until ready to appear

Unknown in the Abyss

Lost in this abyss,
Stuck in the blackness,
And yet light emerges above,
Trenched in this abyss it feels as though I'm stuck,
Layered in by the sheer complexity of this cavern,
Is the light to guide or distract,
Still I wonder this as I dive in deeper,
This blackness turning to darkness,
Down wondering,
Searching for something that may lay there eventually,
Just searching for something unknown,
In the unknown cavernous abyss

The Application of Ice to Cup

The shutter of the ice,
Clashing into the cup,
Which is later filled by water,
And because of the ice,
The water cooled,
And the cup started to sweat,
And because of this the cup,
Along with the water and ice,
Where moved out of where it was,
It sat onto a new dry spot,
And beneath them a coaster sat to hold the cup,
From the surface of this unknown,
Odd how all this started because of a piece of ice,
Diving into unknown waters,
Yet this can apply to many things

This Life Line We Walk

Life is the line in which we all walk,
All of us differently,
And others at entirely different speeds.
Each path we walk leads to people,
And during the journey along this path,
We cross lines with other people,
Who too are on a walk of their own,
Each these paths meet,
Forever to converge and then meet up once more,
Like the crowd of a wedding,
And the clammer from the parade,
We are all brought together for a reason,
One far greater then you or I,
But eventually we all have a low point in our line,
And we all grow and change while walking this life,
Sometimes it can just take others longer

Fathomed Potential of a Thought

The thought that was able to be of late,
Is one of great fathom ability,
This idea is always able to come to light,
Just to free the mind,
Unlock the potential of a dream,
When all reality seems to seize up,
And all that really matters is one,
One person to hold your center,
That would be the point you wouldn't let it remain,
Just a thought that is reality

Realization of a Goal

Sometimes it take me a long while to realize,
Attain all the knowledge around me and focus,
On the goal at hand,
But as of late it has become obstructed,
And still it doesn't bother me,
It took me so long to realize all I wanted,
Though at one point it was right before me,
Maybe this time if things are set right,
It will all be so again,
And this time there won't be the confusion,
Which dithered and prolonged this realization

Forming Routine Thinking

Gathering all the thoughts into a group is just seeming to be a routine,
Just thinking making the same thought become reproduced,
Finding the place for these thoughts to be placed properly,
Thinking this thought makes me realize everything that is before me,
This river that as formed from a steady stream,
Just seems to wash away everything else but this one thought,
Just this routine that has been formed to have these thoughts formed correctly

No Sacrifice of Words

Writing for days upon these hours,
All the effort spilled on to the page,
With just a hope,
Something much like a dream,
Just waiting and buying the time to find it all,
Just to take away the breath of one person,
To really understand the meaning of all these writings,
Seconds upon minutes,
And those only turning to hours,
For this time it was nothing but reality as they poured out,
Just onto the page to lay there in wait,
Just to be read but once or twice over if needed,
And still they sit in the waiting to read by the one they were written for

Written Words

That night I wrote all these words,
With great feeling and emotion behind them,
I did not burn the forest with my writings,
Only touched pen to paper,
And spilled my heart to it,
Now it all sits and waits for something beyond,
This night that I wrote all those words,
Are words I will never regret

Ever Closer and Yet Far Away

For what seemed so far away for so long,
Is ever so close and yet so far away still,
Through before it was oceans apart,
To now being just a short travel away,
But all is best with time,
As will be well one day as the time seems to tick by,
For what had seemed to far away,
Now to be forever closer until it will be swept away

Only in the Night Sky

This singular moment stands out,
The moment where all seemed lost and all seemed against me,
Life has dealt a strange hand,
Yet still I stand here just waiting,
Waiting for that moment that all would become clear,
And the night it did was all but too late,
I just looked to the stars and wondered,
Such a clique to do this,
To just look to the night sky for some sort of answer,
But it is odd how it inspired my thought process,
The ways that all these thoughts seemed to happen all at once,
It's unbelievable that all this happened just out of the blue,
And the disbelief that was yours was shared by me,
Yet still this is the most important moment to me,
The most important person happens to be the one I hurt most,
And that one chance I seek may never come,
Still this singular thought triumphs over all others

Wondering and Searching

Still just wondering what exactly is going on,
Just searching,
Looking for the answer that we need,
Wishing for this moment to just happen,
For all the words to be spilled,
Splattered all out on to the wall and let free,
From the word of mouth to the awaiting ears,
All in hope of renewal

Certain Words and Actions

This is life is anything  but certain,
To just take away all the bad and replace it with something anew,
It can take the breath of the strongest of people,
And still create the way of words inside the mind,
To be able to release these words,
And bring all meaning and action to these words,
Would make more certain the intentions,
Such is life as it seems to go on,
Just like the steady stream,
The stream is never certain either

Pondering on Reality

This dream was my own when it came out into reality,
Walking down this narrow path that was paved before me,
Just sitting here pondering the thought,
This dream that walked back into reality,
To just sit on ponder such an event

Wonderous Reality

This is wonderous,
This thought that came to me,
In a dream that soon became reality,
As if clouds were just the fluff of this story,
As the top seemed endless,
Wonderous in this thought that occurred to me,
As I sit and wait for this time to relate,
To my dream as it become something of reality,
For this has all played out in my mind,
Just to see it unfold before my very own,
This is a wonderous dream that became reality,
And wonderous causes such wonder

Lurker's Prey

In the shallows it waits,
Just lurking in the mist that covers,
It's eyes piercing red and pulsing,
Pulsing for its prey as it sit patiently,
Dare not disturb this creature,
For it is said to that of legends,
A monster so fierce that is may just take small children,
Just as the eyes move across the water,
It's prey lands nestling in to the slow current of the stream,
The tall grass just parting slowly as it moves forward,
The jaws starting to clinch and the mouth starting to water,
The heart pounding deep inside it's chest,
And then the prey takes off once more,
A small grunt is muffled by the shallow pool,
So again this lurker waits for it's prey

Streaming Down the Fall

The brook that bubbled as it rode down stream,
Splashing against the rocks as it all came to the opening,
To the waterfall that lead down the lake,
Where all could gather and bask in the glory that is this body,
This water that seems to quench the desire of the masses,
To plunder their boats and take up the arms,
To see it all babble down a brook on last time

Valley of Meadows

These plains that flutter in the wind,
The grass that tickles the toes of the children,
As they run through the open meadows,
This brisk wind that curls and rocks,
Rocks the chairs that lay on the porches,
Just to see the sun set over the crest of the peaks,
These mountains that hold the valley of meadows

Diligently Searching

Tonight I walk into the arms,
Not the embrace of darkness,
But the one of light,
To this path I will walk,
No stumbling on this path,
I will walk here unhindered and find,
All that I have been searching ever so diligently for

Mind Altering

Forming thoughts in my mind,
Like this mind altering drug that has induced me,
Tricked me into some sort of state where I am outside,
Outside of my own body and yet still in control,
This life has taken me so far in such a small time,
The window is only open from here,
And this trip has only just started

Take Up This Night

This night we will walk down this alley,
The narrow we will run,
And the down hill we can jog,
But this night is ours no matter what happens,
Take it up in arms,
Sleep under the stars and bask in the dreams,
Dreams that can take you far away from all this,
Remember this night,
Because we are free

Random Thoughts in a Pool

Random thoughts and seem to sink and swim around in the pool of my mind,
Long have they just waited there endlessly on an inner tube just wanting to be brought up,
Like words to the book that is unfinished,
They help complete the story and bring forth lots of new and old ideas,
Some should be kept while other simply float along and create something new,
In with the new out with the old as the saying goes,
And all the while there is a few thoughts just lingering in this pool of my mind,
Long has it been for such an occasion to occur and to where will this all lead,
How can this all be when these randoms are more spastic then you would think

Maddening Quake that Shattered

Waiting for this shelter to fall,
The walls around this place seem to shake,
Quaking and trembling,
Waiting in the madness that consumes all,
This maddening quake that takes all that is,
Does not replace the time or the possessions lost,
Just making the wall crumble and shatter as they become loose,
Breaking away seamlessly from the frame which held them,
These loose walls that fell,
Now only to expose the thing in which they protected,
This pent up being was never meant to rise from here,
This quake that shook and plundered the way down,
Cracking the fountain of all that was and shattered its bindings,
This being comes from the rumble and pieces of this shattered shelter,
Its form not quite clear as it crumbles and stumbles forward,
As if pressing on to follow a path in which it was kept,
And yet the road forks into three and the decision begins

Like a Heart of the Storm

This window that feeds the breeze,

As it disrupts all in the house,

Curling and dancing around everything about,

Paper flown,

Cups spilled,

Curtains parted,

And all the while they just sat and watched,

Watched the wind push around the contents of their home,

Their possessions lay strewn across the floor,

Ruined by the water and wine they had drank that night,

This wind that blows over all things,

It just disrupts the current flow of energy and the night,

Well the night was spent in silence,

Not a word happened to slip from their lips,

Not a syllable to grace the tongue of them,

Just the whistling wind and its leftover destruction

Wonderous Wondering

This time that went over the edge of the boat,
And splashed down in the water below,
As the tide pulls away the thoughts that rolled down,
Rolled down the hill as most thoughts have,
Thrown over to the gallows though this thought,
The wonderous night seems to make this thought pick back up,
These gallows change to the higher decks of this ship,
This life that is thought that rolls over

Night's Ending

Well this night ends,

In this time that slows down,

And the end seems ever closer,

Then the light arises as the new day starts,

The welcoming of the light rays is the opening,

Opening to the rest of the world the establish,

That this moment has come,

The time that rolls around as the clock spins to a stop,

Just to start up again,

This time has come as the sun rises in the east,

Just to set in the west and settle behind the moon

This Night's Memory

Wake to the sounds of birds fresh in my mind,

The taste of that last night fresh in my memory,

Over the time that this all took place,

This whole night wrapped in to a memory,

Waking up to the sound of your voice,

Like the sound of birds,

That taste of drink made for me that was sour,

Yet sweet at the same time,

Over the course of the night,

My memory never faded,

This was the night to remember,

The night when everything was so clear

End of Life and its Burden

Burdened by the end of life,

Just to sit and ponder the end,

Wondering what there is to do,

Where this life will take me,

Where will it throw you,

Taking into account all of this,

This happenstance,

Is it reality or is it just something,

Something that is meant to be,

Just to become accepted

Searching for Salvation

Searching for salvation,

As if religion can help,

And for some it may,

But to search for something,

So attainable,

So within reach,

To just walk for miles and feel free,

Wouldn't that be the salvation,

The thing that we all sometimes forget to search for