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Love

The River

Flooding 

Demolishing

Swallowing everything

The Earth the Sun the Moon the Stars

Leaving nothing 

But destruction

In its wake

Will you run from the River? 

If you do, you will start ahead of it legs striding heart 

straining but after awhile your breath will grow heavy

Your strides short and the River

Will catch up to you till it is licking at your ankles and 

finally it will swallow you whole 

Will you run? 

Or will you face it?

If you do, the River will engulf you

Pull you under

You will kick your arms your legs

But to no avail

Till finally you arise coughing water beads of 

sweat on your wet forehead

And once again the River will swallow you

Its your choice. Will you run or face the River?

Missing

I can see her eyes 

when I am dreaming

I can hear her claws on the floor

Going click-clack, click-clack

And I miss her

I think I see her sometimes

But I still feel like a piece of me 

Died with her

Like a piece of me is lost forever

Missing 

    To my sweet Josie, wherever you are

Puzzle Pieces

I fit in piece after piece

Sometimes I cannot decide between two

Sometimes I know exactly what to do

And when I finish my puzzle, I will step back 

and look at it

And I will be happy

Dreaming

I go to sleep and I dream

I dream of colors thrashing in the skies

I howl to the Northern Lights

I am a wolf

I go to sleep and I dream

I dream of green leaves scattered on a canopy 

for miles

I dive I swoop

I am an eagle

I go to sleep and I dream

I dream of waves of coral of sand

I jump I dive I flip

I am a dolphin

But I am woken up 

I cannot continue my dreams 

For I have awoken into the real world.

Black

Black 

That’s the first thing I saw

But I looked up and I saw the stars

And I was reassured

Black

That’s the last thing I’ll see

But I’ll look up at the stars

And know I’ll be in good hands 

The Shot

The doctor came to give me a shot

I screamed lied

I pleaded I cried

“I’ll run away,” I said, but he said,

“Oh no your not, your staying here to get your 

shot!”

He pinned me down and I screamed so loud,

My Mother thought it was a thunder cloud, 

And she closed all the shades

And warned the maids

But the Doctor he gave me that shot and………..

I hardly felt a thing!  

I cannot describe

Love

I cannot describe it

Passion

I cannot describe it

Forgiveness 

I cannot describe it

Funny how all the best feelings

Are the hardest to describe

Sweet

Sweet little baby,

Sweet little thing;

Look at all the pleasure you bring!

Sweet little baby,

Sweet little-

AAHHHH! GET OFF MY FINGER!

Red

The color of a heart

Red 

The color of a shopping cart

Red

The color of a rose

Red 

The color of fire, I suppose

Red

The color of the couch

Red

The color of my pouch

There are many other things 

Like velvet thrones for kings

That are red. 

Red

RIPPLES

In a river

With a gust of lace flowers

In the snow

With a whisper and a kiss 

We listen

To the clouds whirling in the sky

And as we open our hearts

The spider weaves the eye of the sleeping wolf

Dear Pack Wolves

Do you ever let lone wolves hunt with your pack,

Even though lone wolves don’t have group hunting 

knacks?

Do you ever let lone wolves huddle with you in the 

sleet?

‘cause in wintertime lone wolves have cold feet.

When you see a lone wolf, do you attack, or do you 

invite them to join your pack?

Can a lone wolf ever become an Alpha Male? 

Or do they forever remain the Omega, the tail?

Have you ever heard a lone wolf howl to the moon, 

and returned the untamed wild tune?

I bet you’ve never heard a lone wolf cry, it’s sound 

so gentle, almost a sigh.    

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