aye, little wolf cub...
had she found you earlier
she would have taught you how to dance
showed you the law of the hunt
pushed you on the way of the moon
but now...
it is much too late
for you already know most of the steps
you've howled your first kill
and the moon favors you still
and she...
she is too old to go capering in the night
but she smiles at your cubbish youth
and she remembers what that was like
as she leans up against her cougar
and they hear your howl
and they smile and dance on their own...
Thursday, November 20, 2003
Saturday, October 18, 2003
run little pup
run home to your master
hide under the covers and pretend the world does not exist
no matter how far you run
no matter how well you hide
your problems are following you at your heels
and they will catch you and find you
show your teeth little pup
growl as best you can
and then go for their throats.
you problems can't find you when they're dead...
run home to your master
hide under the covers and pretend the world does not exist
no matter how far you run
no matter how well you hide
your problems are following you at your heels
and they will catch you and find you
show your teeth little pup
growl as best you can
and then go for their throats.
you problems can't find you when they're dead...
Friday, September 26, 2003
blue blue eyes
seared into my memory
of a past long forgotten
of a chance that never happened
it's been awhile since i've thought of those days
and everytime i sit back to remember
i think of blue blue eyes
and i wonder
but the past is past
and blue blue eyes
create nothing but a wistful smile
with a fleeting thought of insanity
i return to the present
and while i nod in recognition
to where i've been
those blue blue eyes
were the beginning of my journey
on that long, hard road i've tread
i know
i would not give up my hazel eyes for anything
seared into my memory
of a past long forgotten
of a chance that never happened
it's been awhile since i've thought of those days
and everytime i sit back to remember
i think of blue blue eyes
and i wonder
but the past is past
and blue blue eyes
create nothing but a wistful smile
with a fleeting thought of insanity
i return to the present
and while i nod in recognition
to where i've been
those blue blue eyes
were the beginning of my journey
on that long, hard road i've tread
i know
i would not give up my hazel eyes for anything
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