Woe Holders


More than a few are shedding tears.
And...
The others that are standing near,
Appear to be lost of goals.
With a doing nothing but watching grass to grow.

They are...
Woe holders waiting to mold,
With wishes that have sat in regrets.
And...
Spreading easily negativity,
As if it was a cold to catch

It seems momentum,
From them has gone.
And no momentum...
Will not boost or benefit,
A mind not ready from woes to split.

It seems momentum,
From them has gone.
And keeping them down is a grip...
They wish to hold,
And not rid of it.

They are...
Woe holders waiting to mold,
With wishes that have sat in regrets.
And...
Spreading easily negativity,
As if this was...
A cold to catch

They need momentum...
To hold and not let go.
Without momentum...
They'll only grow old,
Wishing they had spent more time...
Being motivated in their minds.

They need momentum...
To hold and not let go.
Without momentum...
There's no benefit,
To sit and wish.

They need momentum...
To hold and not let go.
Or...
They will only grow too old,
Wishing they had spent more time...
Being motivated in their minds.

They are woe holders,
Getting old.
They are woe holders,
Waiting to mold.
They are woe holders...
Wishing they had spent more time...
Being motivated in their minds.



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My Son, My Son

I sit here in the fading light
Alone.
I'm still, although my weakened, wasted frame
Occasionally dances with the cold.
I'm old now, and live with just my thoughts
Of you
Where are you now?
Does your body feed and nourish
Many trees and flowers?
Do noisy bees disturb your sleep?

I remember chubby fingers
Grasping thumbs
To help you first perambulate
With chuckled glee that set you free
To mingle with your destiny.
I'm old now, and live with just my thoughts
Of you.
Did they feed you well, my son?
Or did they just give you a gun
And tell you God was on your side?

That hollow day on which they came to say
How bravely you had died
I fed them tea, and choked on sympathy
I cried.
I'm old now, and live with just my thoughts
Of you.
Did your bowels flood at sight of blood?
which soon you recognized as yours.
Will history reward your sacrifice?
No! it will soon forget, and seek new fools!

I'm old now; I wish I could remember you more clearly.


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Wolf Spirit


The spirit of the wolf
It calls to thee
A message from the soul
At last to be set free

Listen to the message
As you read this verse
Listen with your heart and soul
And so remove the curse

Hear the wolves as they howl
They speak of greatest sadness
Betraying natures beauty
Midst the humans foolish madness

Of man as he did plunder
That which was once our home
The landscape torn asunder
Please leave this land alone.

We travel now in smaller packs
As we search for wilderness
Nurturing our young
In utmost tenderness

Hiding from the scent of man
So that we may thrive
Traveling further up the mountain
In order to survive.

Hunting only for survival
No joy in the kill
No resemblance to human kind
Whom murder for the thrill

See our beauty feel our pain
But please just let us be
So that we may live in peace
Remaining wild and free



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