The great teachers still singing to me for I have sought and pleaded for the finer, deeper meanings my soul can teach. Abandoning worldly senses to find that inner voice, she still calls to me, this path not for weaklings, bringing days not knowing anything.
Your callous responses to words of truths spoken from the heart, my appentencies would never bind, only pleasuring. Frail hearts and minds cannot fathom these expanded realities from dreams gone past…Run wolf run, go ahead, take heed with your back to this glorious sun. Beware, for when the moonlight comes I’ll find you there, battling with lifes snare. Take care, licking your wounds until you think they are clean, you’ll be left still wondering, wishing…
Choosing interactions too carefully you’ll never seize the true beauty life has to bring. I know she is blinding all the while frightening, razor sharp fangs glistening on the moons shadows cast about. Inconsistencies…from your teeth my heart did bleed but the medicine always seems to find me, crutching, clotting the slow bleeds.
The lone wolf in me now roams free, seeking, listening to the coaching the winds bring about the unseen, the mysteries of lifes