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Poems by Olli Copperwolf Most of these are in order, however there
is a good portion of which I never recorded actual dates of creation, so I
have to rough guess around the time I might have written them. Others only had
dates most recently recorded by Windows, but I’m fairly certain I still wrote
some of those around the same time or on the same day. I have occasionally
made small edits here and there on some as well due to me just feeling better
about my newer versions. So, some of these ‘technically’ are also not
original versions. All of these HAVE been written by me though except for the
one from Hunter Hound of course. --Image to the left is me, Olli Copperwolf,
and was taken by me in what’s known as an event mascot/fursuit
to some.-- |
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1995 – Silence in the Summer Air (Song) Sitting along the
bay... where the wind
blows cold and I used to play... there's a silence
in the air... for something that
will never be there. (OH) I cry for you
every day and night, ever since you left
me. My mind is in
another time, with you. It’s the end of all
hope. I was such a dope. There’s a silence
in the air, For something that
will never be there… 1998 – Dragon Dreams During the night,
the crickets did chirp, the water trickled, and the winds blew. Upon the land stood
a figure. It was small in frame, but it moved with a steady pace and a
courageous heart. It was a man. He walked out over
a vast darkness, not knowing what he would find that night. He looked up and
saw a light shining in the distance...calling him almost. He spoke not to it,
but to the Spirit which had power over the light. He was then taken
up into a quickly blowing force. He grew wings and
his form changed. He was no longer a
man, but something different entirely. His eyes began to
glow with a luminescent tint. His hair grew long
and it embraced the wind with great pleasure. His nails became
claws and his mouth became elongated. A marvelous tail
swung behind him and his body became thick with armor. He knew not
completely what had happened to him, but he knew it was his destiny. On that night, a
person he was no longer, for he had become his dream... He had become a
dragon. 1998 – Soul of a Dragon I am a believer in
many beliefs. I gather and take
what I believe is, Yet I believe in nothing
of this world. A stray you might
call me... A dreamer of the
better days, yet I still dream
of what lies ahead although I already know, as more than likely
do you as well. A heart only knows
that which was given to it, but what was it in
the beginning that was given to it? 1998 – Lonely In the sky there is
a child. He is lonely and
needs a friend. He flies through
the air searching. He knows he will
find one someday. One day he will be
happy. Until that day, he
will roam the earth waiting… Hoping for someone
else to find him. 1998 – Lost Treasures The world tilts
ever so slightly so that the sun may
shine upon a section of it just a bit more brightly. It tilts, and it
tilts, until it has done a full round. It does it again
and again, for this time
treasures now covered will abound. 2000 – Calling from Tears To the old country
I go. With no goodbyes. All I have are
tears of sadness from where a voice comes. It calls for help
yet no one does. Only one hears it.
He takes my tears and makes them good. The waiting is
finally over. I am waking now to
find myself anew and different. He has given me
that which I wept over for so long. Never more will I
cry tears of sadness. All I have is joy. I am forever His. 2000 – See the Unseen Once in life and
now in death... Take everything in
with every breath. Who is to truly say
what is real and what is not? One should try to
see what is usually not seen. See this and you
can take flight. Do not look back. Go where your heart
is and understand who you really are. 2001 – Goodbye to a Friend He was once a
friend and a friend he still is. I knew him only a
short while, but during that time a great bond came together between us. Then there was a
break. His friends turned
against him and he was pushed away. He tried to hang on
to what he could for as long as he could, but in the end he had to leave. The bond is still
there, but now that he is gone there is yet another big hole in my life. I miss him. He truly touched my
heart like so very few others have been able to do. Now that he is gone
I am again fading back into what I was before.... Quiet and lonely;
keeping whatever secrets I have only to myself and God... with hope that
someday we may meet again. Goodbye for now my
friend. Even though I knew you a short while, I knew you well. You were a
part of me. I love you as I love myself. Farewell....... 2001 - Brotherly Love Today I have lost a
brother. When he left I saw
his eyes. They were full of
tears and pain. He silently spoke
to me and asked for help. I could not help
him though, for he was already gone and out of my reach. I have thought of
all the wonderful times we may have had. I have thought
about the times he had helped me, but today was different. I was supposed to
have helped him. My brother is dead. I can no longer
help him. Today I have lost a
brother. 2001 – Hopeful Joining What is it I see in
thee? I do not truly
know. Whether it is that
you are a brother, whether it is you are holy, or whether it is a simple
love... I do know I cannot stand
to be apart. Even though we have
never met, I know that someday we will be one and that we shall never be
apart again. When? Why? Again, I say to
thee... I know not. The unanswered
questions will be answered soon. 2002 – Dragon’s Breath by Hunter Hound Dragon’s Breath Dedicated to
Tygitramus Azure Immozem Fur you, my special
really big dragon I needed to put these words together at this time my heart has been
recently broken, yet I know because of you, my emotions have turned on a dime Even though we do
not have a long, passionate past between us it is with these
words, I look to see a future that shall never be lost to time & dust Today there is just
a small physical distance that keeps us apart however some day
soon I hope we are one joined by more than just each other’s heart Not a single day
goes by in this Golden Labrador Retriever’s now lonely life which does not
hold thoughts of you your scales upon my
cheek, your winged muscular size wrapping around me & your soft words are
more than a clue Hopefully we will
both share a journey to fly within a steel dragon down under to experience
more of this world our fursuit gropes
scratches laughs nips & yiff make unique times we both can share &
herald There is still
plenty of time to build our special bond closer & deeper than before we still have a
plentiful amount of ourselves to share with so much more Recently your
support, kindness & love was so very much more than I would have
predicted possible part of this, my guess,
is I never thought of a relationship between a dragon & a dog was
pawsible Your kind &
loving heart is stronger yet tender than anything I have known from my darkest
corners these affections you offur a brilliant light has to me been shown It is with great
eagerness I await fur your mine & our futures to unfold with you at my side
& me at yours, we will share countless happy memories to behold You have already
begun seeing what I am asking here, Tygitramus, I will finish what I have
already started I bend down upon
one knee, gazing deep into your mythical eyes & ask you to become my mate
until we are parted by Hunter C. Hound 04-08-02 2003 – Thank God A year has passed. The time has come. No longer shall I
be held back. My moment of shame
is here, yet I have no shame. Who am I to thank? Who is it that has
made me proud and strong? Who is it who gives
in this time of need? It is my Lord,
Jesus Christ. Thank God for
Jesus. 2003 – Unknown Thoughts of the Known Sitting upon a
seat, sitting all alone, I hear a voice that
calls my name, that calls my name
that is not the same, not the same for
me. What once was,
still is; is nevermore does exist. 2008 – Freedom in the Wind The ocean of black was
still that day as within it a figure lay. It stirred not the waters. A silent cry came
from it that only the wind could hear. There was no more pain nor anger. There was no more
gain. There was nothing but understanding. The figure was to go with the wind. It was to soar into
freedom. It was to know that which it had always been promised. It then flew off
into the sky as easily as a leaf can fall from a tree in the winter time. Up into the sky it
went, never to be seen by things of this earth again. It did not look
back upon that which it had left, for it knew it was headed for a much better
place. 2008 – Shadow upon the Horizon Sailing upon the
Mariana... the wind blowing
through my flowing hair... I look out upon the
horizon to see myself floating there. I sit there like
the shadow of a cloud in the sky... Not really moving, not knowing, not being aware of
that which is just a short distance to spare. Then, a bright
light... The shadow
disappears... Again, I am left
alone. 2008 – Waiting for Life Waiting for the sun
to set, another hour passes. The dream I once
hoped for becomes nothing but a faded memory. I cry out for an
end to what is already almost a nothingness. Still, the sun
doesn't set. Someday the sun
shall set though. The dream will then
be made anew and will finally come true. Off into the sky
with nothing but God and myself I shall fly. There will be
nothing more that holds me back. Upon the setting of
the sun, I will finally be set free. Now the sun is
setting. I am losing myself,
but I am more than I ever was. I lift my arms in praise. The sun has finally
set and I shall rest now. 2009 - Neverending Tale Going to the
clouds, way up high, I look to the
ground and see a world of darkness below me. What is it that
caused this place to get so jaded? Why is it things
had to be this way? I start to
wonder.... Then I remember....
from stories and truths of old come the tales of today. They all seem
smooth in form with each play. The plan has come
and passed, yet it is still here. Sometimes some work
is never done.... Finally, the end is
here, prophecy has been played. Now comes the end
of the prophecy which will never truly end. 2009 – 11 – 08 – Death in Disguise Death enshrouds
me... A layer of pain
that makes its horrid folds upon me ... Layer by layer,
they all just unravell into another moment of horridness. It all ties in
together too smoothly and here I am just waiting for a real chance. Death is me and it
is where I am. I will kill you,
and if I can't, then you know why. I will seek the
true and the wise, and in it I shall be put away. I know who you are,
and I know where you are. If you give me a
reason of hate to kill you with, I will come to you at any time I please. Do you need a
wound? Do you need me to
stab you? Do you need death
to show you the way in full? I am your master,
and you know that I control you, and that not even the wisest have any escape
... 2009 – 11 – 10 – Back from the Dead
just for YOU Watch out!... Don't look behind
you... I'll be in the
shadows... waiting to slice
your soul in half... and why not another
still?... I want to hear your
screams call out to all the emptiness that you will be surrounded by... As you remember who
I am and how you ripped me apart long ago... I want to hear them
as I come back to haunt you forever... I will make you
stay right here with me and make your soul even forget it is supposed to die
just once... As your last
breaths come forth, I want to reach down your throat and rip your intestins
right through... Don't look behind
you... I'll be in the
shadows... By the time you
notice... It will just be me! 2010 – 01 – 04 – Your Warning The earth is our
fire. We are to burn in
it's coils, as the snake has us wrapped within. Our doom lies ahead
and our hearts are at edge of sword. We may come with no
protection, but we leave with no life. Cords are playing
our tunes and the serpent squeezes as they grow shorter. Escape is little
and we must help what we can, for as we are bound, we become the
serpents of which speed death to even their kin. Take head and be
aware. Choose wisely and do not look back. Your very soul
hangs in the balance as the last breaths of truth are put out by the now
engorged belly of the beast. 2010 – 02 – 02 – What’s to Come I wish I was alive,
but I'm not. The angels are
nowhere, nor the demons, and here I am dead. I wish I could feel
again, but I can't. The heart that once
beat stands still for all eternity. I wish I could be
free, but I can't. The chains which
hold me still are bound tightly at it's soul. I wish the time I
had was infinite, but it's not. The death may be
life and in it perhaps immortality at the price instilled. I wish there was a
world to love me, but there's not. The rounds of care
have withered and there is nothing to grow from now. I wish I could
transcend all that is, but I can't. The time alloted
can only take and never grant an abomination. I wish that the end
would not come, but it will. The last shall be
and with it it will take all hope of new. 2010 – 02 – 08 – Heaven is Where we Are Love will bring us
all to our heavens which have been prepared for us... All creatures have
their home to go to when they die. Souls are
intertwined and each will find their place together. Live your life with
true love and true openess, and heaven will be at your door. Even when death
knocks, you will be home. 2010 – 03 – 07 – A Soul’s Whisper Upon
a Small Heart Green flaunts its
blades to the air, a stiff smell on the breeze... Taking in the
summer sun, the soul becomes invisible... integrating in and
out, passing from one to another, here it is... the whisperer on
the wind speaking to draw forth into him, listening for the
beginning of their heart in the daylight. Whisped away by the
words that flow and on into the sweet summer moonlight... the paths narrow,
minds lost and time gained, there it was... the tunneling
visions walking as a stalker towards the soul of the center. The patience of
grass is an endless desire to experience the subtle touch of God himself. 2010 – 07 – 02 – Safety of Home Days ruined, and
voids passed through... Here we are at
tomorrow, but blackest night
dost still touch here. The center is full, but light cannot
flee from its bowels. Take heed from this
place and let the fear not stalk, as those that speak
in your words. They say that you
should stay and be safe, and in this there
could be wisdom... Waste not, want
not, the words which will come again and again, as they enravel you
up in this home which you have made. 2012 – 03 – 18 – Conspiring Against the
Living To hold to much in,
and to be forced to keep that which is. It does not fleet
from one's thoughts and to existence much has not been called. Is this building to
the release? Is this adding up
to when the sin shall be to view and the angels themselves are put to shame
at their ways to simply watch another be put down? What's it like to
feel? ... and if I do, why does sanity not
bear its name in my thoughts? KILL! KILL! KILL! 2013 – Drifting in Illusion Alas, i am left out
of sight to your eyes, and as well anyone elses... Abused and alone, I
walk this wilderness, only to find that there only be vultures taking
whatever be left of nothing; only evermore
consuming more nothingness... We are left only as
an illusional, and nothing is believable. Why can there not
be a truthful man just once? ... What is there in
lies and neglect?! .. NOTHING! Everything
passes, and no one is concerned ... Why does it all
just float away, and in the darkness there is no way?!... Lay to sleep.. these thoughts so
deep .. What is it that you
dream?! What they tell and
what they say, you are most certainly lost to the deep. Lost and unfound,
everything hits the ground... What is it that you
really search for? Never found, and
always bound... why does this relate to me? Lost and alone,
it's the end of a tone, and always here you are again... To listen and
leave, there is nothing that can be concieved, for all is in death; never will
there be more. To the lucky, there
shall come time, but even then there
will be an end to the rhyme. Why worry?! Why
wait?! Maybe there will be just that one more day... We are all at the
mercy of someone, and all those someones there is no escape.. BUT... what
if...?! Another day to
have, without hate and with all good. We should heal and not be a slave to
deals, but yet no one can keep them for our escape... We word and it's
quite absurd... nothing to gain,
and all to lose ... who would care, and
what kind is this new news? NONE! For it is not!, and
it does not play well with others. On our bed we shall
lay to sleep, and all sorts of these dreams way too deep... Take our place, and
none shall never end, for we never
existed; an illusion shall
be the only end. 2013 – 06 – 11 – The Broken Mold Let me tell you
about the broken mold.. It was so great and
bold and rare. I took it to the
market one day... To a man i gave it
so fair. Taken as signs of
love, He did not see the
turtle dove. Upon the ground it
went and broke... only to end his
life as he croaked... 2013 – 08 – 04 – Observations of the
Observer Outside is the
observer Becoming a member
to the void above Mind is to have a
sever Outside is the
observer Waking to the veiw
is forever Lost to the sky as
a dove Outside is the
observer Becoming members of
the void above. 2014 – Angels Flying How sad it is when angels fly away, yet it's even sadder when you are
that angel. What does it take to fly? What does it take to fall? What does it take
to live it all? The answer is somewhere waiting. Bring me to life and change me. Bring home together with me and let living begin anew, where it goes
with me; I wish also to take you. Let the times come and set in deep. Let them give and let us not sleep. Let us stand tall and awake in the days of certainty, nothing to lose. Let us have it all, yet let us have nothing. Let there only be love; you and
I shall be above, falling into the future with no worries of ever falling
below and away .. no worries of losing us. 2014 – It is so Simple A morning it is indeed... for what is it but the dark to above… that light which is not, invading the streets and buildings... the sun is a thing of day, and yet the morning it has come to the
night. Take aim and look, for the arrow of the vision hits into the eyes; the stars a pleasant party of guests to thoughts wandering, as is the
thoughts upon them. Place the bows on their heads and the lights, too faint, shall brighten the hearts which evening called to slow. Folly it is in heaven when journey calls distant at notice of the
moment; a claim that all like has seen the same and all are sat to the table to witness the marvel of sun and the moon. 2014 – 09 – 11 – Ocean of Dreams An ocean of dreams ... wasted space ... the wanderings of a mortal... These are the times which come to us as we live ... taking journey in to places some say we should not ... finding the lost worlds within'... We escape; we jump in to the waters so deep, but will our legs take us
even past the shallows? ... There is a calling in there ... as great and vast as those waters we wade through ... It awaits us far down in to the deep ... Don't lose where you are ... Embrace the moment to exert yourself in thought ... Know that you may not ever return to shore ... 2015 – Time is a Fire in which we Burn Infinite time made possible... The expanse penetrates through you no more... It is now in your hands. The void is made full in your ways. Life is now bendable. Draw it in as a tame dove, caressing the wings. Mold it to you and it does your bidding. A movement is made and you fly afar. These are secrets small, remembered. It burns through high to the skies. These are the roots of beginning. A tree grows forth from a cloud. Recall your rights, and they return! Landing is tricky but firm strikes hold. Know the truth. Here it is and it is covered in a dome of green. Work towards more wisdom. The leaves change their bright colors to brown. You need life, and it needs you. The glorious tree you had now barren... Let it all come. In this infinite time is made possible... 2015 – A Fleeting Moment is All I Am Nyah ... nothing to love... nothing to gain... a cloud opens up and down comes the pain. Life is always in motion and what if you have become too little of a
notion... too little to ever be loved, or to walk with the rhythm, of that river
which you crawled out of to the barren land? Where is that guiding hand you lost? Dead in the waters it went on
down... The parents of you passed and everything you knew is nothing you
know... What of the memories that go and to show themselves always? Everything you learn, it turns, as the song heard once long ago. A melody, the river, the land of outcasts and the hated .... together,
but sadly I am forever lost ... the hated ... a king of nothing but to hordes of thoughts tumbling to the feet of
people, a show of no interests in times so dear. Lower yourself to the dirt and burrow beneath... for you are up in the list, and all the darkness consumes you as you
trample upon the dusts... 2015 – 02 – 10 – Heaven’s Last Claim In only a flitter of a moment, a star blinks its shining rays down at
your longing soul. Your beauty opens and brings in the foods of gods themselves. It pulls deep into your flesh and pulls out something so strong
within. There's a fire made at which you sit with eternal observance. A tear drips from the sea pooling inside the visual interpreters of
which lay within your trembling face. A walk upon the wind brings to you things which you were not heavy
with. Strengthening desire trys to leap from its boundaries and return home
to the great worlds wherefrom which it came, and to return to that which it
was. The flesh floats into waters, the reflection of the great heavens
above themselves, sweeping you off to the currents of the poundings within
your chest. The bonds of the chains of the powers which fiercely hold you to this
world causes crossing into a great void, a semblance of the stars
themselves..... Only a wondering of what it is like way out there in the twinklings
which lie within. ---This one I feel might be a bit more difficult to interpret from me.
Basically, like a flower, a person can open themselves up to something good,
and something that God has given as a food in a way. A happiness, a fire, can
come over someone experiencing something so joyful and cause crying in that
joy. Thoughts of heaven and home come up and there is a desire to be there.
Light travels through space, and so like them, this connection does also. A
person can only wonder what lies ahead until he is there...--- 2015 – 02 – 10 – Wisdom Lost is Wisdom
Gained Today a message floated my way on a breeze... Standings came still and I sat to give it time... Come hither come hither to places not known! Listen... Oh listen!... to my words you mortal man! Your life is short and my words have forever travelled... far far
far... Only to you this message alone!... Carry your wisdom upon my back, and I will show you where I've been... Silence quickly jousted its way to scene... and then... A laugh.. A giggle.. A scoff.. The wind passed by, only hoping I'd hear its call... The wind passed by today for me, but then I sent it on its way... Wisdom is a grand thing, noticed sometimes not... I missed my own this day, and now the wind has nothing more to say... ---This one is quite easy to
understand I feel. A person comes along, as if the wind itself carried them
to the place that I am passing through. I stop for a bit to appreciate that
person, and they tell me things that are true and wise, and yet hard to come
by. I end up just shoving it off as a bunch of bull, and so that person who
was there carries on just as the wind would pass on as well. Later, I would
come to realize that I actually missed my chance, and that I should have
listened because it was something I needed to know. I gave this poem the
title I did because as I have given you this poem, it informs others to try
to not let chances for wisdom pass you by just because you don't think you
need it right then. In a way, the poem is a message on the wind in and of
itself...--- 2015 – 02 – 10 – What’s in a Secret Do you know what my secret is?... To float like a bee in the breeze?... To sing with the love of an angry sneeze...? I do, and it can be dangerous... Adventure lies ahead only in these things. A passing of stone even gives way. Options, options, and more options!... Do you know what my secret is?... To ride a wave in the wind?... To see through people without having eyes?... I do, and it can be thrilling... Sewing seeds is what is in store. A longing for more even has say. Choices, choices, and more choices! Is today your lucky day?.., For I have a secret! Do you know what my secret is? Your secret is mine... Maybe, we are the same after all... ---The overall gist of this poem is that I have a secret, but we all have
secrets. While you're looking for mine, I know that in some way both of our
secrets are really the same in ways, although people in general can have
completely different secrets. In this case though, I already know you're
secret, but you don't know mine. So, within myself, I know we both have the
same exact secret, and I know that we are really pretty much the same inside.
In a way, this promotes that we really shouldn't treat each other differently
just because we someone does or does not know something about us that we keep
secret... --- 2015 – 02 – 10 – Take me to my Sunbeam Once upon a time I had a dream that I had myself a little sunbeam. I went to the window and put my hand out, only to find that it cut it out. I dreamed and I dreamed and could not find an answer it seemed. Days past and at long last!!!???... No!, ... it would not come with me... So then I dreamed I was a dragon and that I said a prayer.... 'Dragon wings please take me far. I am in need of going to the highest star. I have already been to the moon and back, across the whole galaxy I have trekked. Just a moment in the fire that is my heart's desire.' Then I was raised, my consciousness unphased... off to find my sunbeam. I was taken all through time and space, lifted up from this rat race. This planet that I call my home, all of a sudden was very unknown. My idea of home spun anew, my mind had thoughts to brew. They spun me more and more, and then in front of me was a door. I walked on through, and as I did I was covered in all sorts of things with no end. I took in the sites. I took in the sounds, of which never ever have touched the ground. There my star was all brilliant and glowing, the sunbeam from it stretching out to reach me. In I sank into it quickly, my body becoming one and nothing making me sickly. One star was me. The other star was you. It was so sad that I had to travel this far to see, that it was your sunbeam reaching for me. Two stars shining bright and making no fight. Come, let us go away and disappear. Let the moon have its night while we have our sunbeams held tight. --- This one is pretty much straight forward. It is of someone who
does not notice a light that is in his life, but he has seen some of it and
then has a dream, only to seem to astral project. He had a long journey and
finally discovered the other person to be with and become one with in his
life who provided 'light' to him once. --- 2015 – 02 – 10 – Where are We In only a flitter of a moment a star blinks its shining rays down at your longing soul; Knowledge taken, none given; where is it that we are driven? Our lives taken, nothing is mistaken. We are exactly at the place where we will awaken. Journey starts... Journey ends; Where are we but the middle of Zen? Is it there? Is it here? Let us place things where there's nothing to fear. We are what we are and we can be more... The only key is to take our hand and open the door. Scary things happen without. Scary things happen within. To go through it might make you have to rub your chin. Hither and tither.. too and fro... all the places we go; lots of people know. Let's open them again, And live in the sin, so that we learn from it and in the end, we are aglow! 2015 – 02 – 16 – The Listening Problem Names of the ones ... a mystery of mind ... Plentiful is the bounty laying before thee and up on a great ridge has
it been placed. Below are the many and to the placers, the ones, the movers and the
makers ... upon thy face is the listener hidden. Strength comes from the feast in view, but can you hear the calls from
afar? The mystery is within one's self whether it is to be there or
elsewhere. Communication can falter in limited understanding, but for the ones privileged, everything is consumed and new things
found. The ridge is stood upon and the next task at hand awaits... ; climb below and wait until there is calm from that which was a gesture
at start. The mystery is in the mind ... 2016 – 01 – 10 – Magic Mirror Image by
unknown. It just needs to be with this poem because it was truly the
inspiration for it. Mirror of magic, this situation is quite tragic... I would love for you to speak, but you just stare back without a peep. Tell me something good; tell me something kind, for now I'm in too
deep. Tell me what is on your side. Tell me if you have to always wait and hide. Are you ok over there, or are your thoughts mine or vice versa? I'd like to escape, see your world, and I intensely wish you would
reach on through, but you still just stare and mimic; that's all you ever do. I also brought you a gift though. I had hoped it might have given you a lift, but you haven't even
noticed or said thanks. I feel like we are both just drawing blanks from our troubles, but I don't
know. I'm sorry now... I am out of time. Perhaps another day you will help me finish this rhyme... Farewell to you other me. Until we meet again, I hope happy you shall be....
2018 – 03 – 07 – A Mazed A maze of losing one's self; a thing which many seem to seek. They end up lost forever and have gone oh so deep. It's always wonderous to get lost they say. Go ahead and just get away. A day and a deed do pass... wherever can they possibly lead except... alas? Should we go this way or that way or will it be a bitter end? Maybe we'll come back to the start and begin again... 2018 – 04 – 11 – Beyond the Star Light Image by me in Secondlife. I don’t
recall the sim I was in at the time, but it was perfect for this poem. Star light, star
bright, The first star I
see tonight; I wish I may, I
wish I might, Have the wish I
wish tonight. There are so many
that need full-filled… I remember… I remember when my
universe was young… I remember the
sheer power of the people, and their ability to
go forth unto the land. Yes, I await those
days to again return and for us to find
our real purpose once more among the heavens…
2018 – 09 – 25 – My Lost Flower Image by me in Secondlife. I don’t
recall the sim I was in at the time either, but it was perfect for this poem. This is the place I left you... when so long ago we knew each other... Do you remember me... you in the earth below? I came to look after you again... to see if you were risen to need me again... only to see you are fine without me... So, I shall travel back along the paths we have taken together... The memories which have tied themselves to them shall never fade
away... for you were the sweetest flower I found on the way which I walked. I don't want you to be gone forever... in this place in which you rest... All I can do is hope... that you will come back to me... in all your best someday.
2018 – 12 – 13 – Fallen Kingdom A crest of gold and a view so clear... I am the king and my kingdom is near. The words that shine without a glow... I wish I knew where I was supposed to go. As close as I am, I think I took a wrong path. Just over there, you see, is my world of followers to be. 'The king is here!' I say! Please help me get home. I have a throne to attend to, but perhaps not tomorrow... Perhaps these people there are not for me any longer though... There my kingdom is... or was..., but you see, .... my kingdom is
gone; it has fallen today. I 'was' the king here, but now I ask 'May I join you on this day my kingdom has fallen? ; on this day that
has taken all that is away?' I am not heard and then realize I am not even here. I am outside of what was; of what has been... A new kingdom awaits even a king with a broken crown. 2018 – 12 – 13 – Becoming a Bird Sometimes I wish I was a bird, with wings of gold, and open soul... Take flight above, and not as a dove... Something grander I would be! They say there are ways to tell ... just what you see inside, and make a way every day; a path for yourself to fly away. Make your own, and let it soar, for the bird you may be now; spread the feathers, and drop the cuffed leathers, and see your way today. To think it is not the grandest thing, or perhaps a wing is bad; a limit to your self and a thing you must surpass... Only you can say what the path is that you shall lay; the only thing you need to free yourself again... is maybe just a good friend to see you to the end... 2018 – The Midnight Ghost Train Beware the eve, for the ghost train comes at midnight tonight... The dark; no light.... the ghost train is coming for you who are full
of fright... Hide or run... you'll come undone, for it finds you where you are... The winds shall howl and the wolves shall cry .... when the ghost train's whistle blows at midnight tonight... |
