More words from Wolf...

[Tear_of_the_WoLF]

i really should write some new words (poetry) but im taking in where i had left off a couple years ago...and now sharing it with all you wonderful people! i posted some of my work a week or so ago.....most of this is a little darker, sad, and painful longings....enjoy!

[COLOR="DarkGreen"The Cry of the Indigo]

A whirlwind of spiraling light and lust
Came pouring through the crack in the door,
The crack in the wall, the crack in my heart
Left only dust
A tornado leaves its darkness, death
The poison kiss of dusk

The desert crawl
My wandering abyss
Mists they lift
I'm lost in the kiss

Another left my life today
Walked out the door
And melts away
She'll never wake, fade away
The indigo.
They cry, they die
Set sail to the sea
Please, anchor, stay
But one by one
A day too late

The Ivory Ebony Sea

A soot darkened tunnel
Above, ebony frosted ice
Obsidion and silver
The amethyst collects

But a light beyond the night
She caught my glance
Tangled in the web
And so far gone, connects

The blue arctic tundra
Will she ever look to the sea
Desert's crawl, the endless fall
And blood never was so cold

So silence beckoned the bold
I couldn't taste the dream
The bite much worse than bark
The ship, I hope it sails to sea.

Scar

Scar speaks to the wind,
Saveth but Her taste
Leave it on the tip of thy tongue
May the rest fall like leaves of Autumn
Scar wakes to desolate darkness
A canyon of horrors, Her slain
Are thy eyes just another father of lies
Grotesque images, mirror of Abyss
Scar. They come for you
Hear their screams, the warm breath of war
One sword but no man
Only the wrath of her severed ages
Scar hears the chains break
The demons begin to take haste
Swarms of shadows and suddenly fire
Emerge the white wolf of the mountains to side
Scar swings the sword through the flames
Blue streams the sky of Scarlett
Silence through clouds of gray
Her lady sleeps.

Through the Mists

It was today in time
They opened their eyes
I saw a world
Full of trees and dreams
The mists I wished to step in and breathe
Drown in the beauty of Her spell
Touched, my heart She swept away
I lay drunk in the hills of Terany.

Did you see?
The sun, the moon, the sky, the stars, GAIA
She spoke to me today
Kissed my tears away
We danced among faeries
Ran and howled with the mountainside wolves
Made love beneath the stars
She smiles.
Oh, if you could only see
The mists...
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Kaitlin~Wolf

blessed be my beloveds!!!!!!!!!!! I love you!!!!!!!!!

[Tear_of_the_WoLF]

We really need an applauding smilie on here

awwww....i lovvvveee you!!!!!!!!! ....do you write? cause if you do i'd love to read it.....or see whatever kind of art you may do

[Tear_of_the_WoLF]

awsome!!!!!!!!!!

[Tear_of_the_WoLF]

they're wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i love them....it resonates within my heart

p.s.

my friend, don't trash you're work, even if you detest it so.....for the power of word and soul will always touch another....that is art....

ego tells you it sucks.....i know this....blessed be love!

[TheRavenMother]

In the old world there was a king with a scar under his right eye, pretty long and deep and ugly the scar was. He had beautiful shiny, perfectly straight long chocolate brown hair with a small red tint to it, when it hits the light. He was mostly by a large lake where ravens encircled, and he too had wings like me and many others. He also had a long walking stick with a cobra and ruby on it. He also had wolves for pets or guard dogs.
He had a name Levias, similar to leviathan I guess. I sometimes wonder, from what I remember of him in the old world, whether or not he is Leviathan from the bible, as he is often seen larger in the lake, and coming out of the lake like he was a pheonix raising from the ashes.
Which is a little spooky.

[Tear_of_the_WoLF]

In the old world there was a king with a scar under his right eye, pretty long and deep and ugly the scar was. He had beautiful shiny, perfectly straight long chocolate brown hair with a small red tint to it, when it hits the light. He was mostly by a large lake where ravens encircled, and he too had wings like me and many others. He also had a long walking stick with a cobra and ruby on it. He also had wolves for pets or guard dogs.
He had a name Levias, similar to leviathan I guess. I sometimes wonder, from what I remember of him in the old world, whether or not he is Leviathan from the bible, as he is often seen larger in the lake, and coming out of the lake like he was a pheonix raising from the ashes.
Which is a little spooky.

wonderful description.....beautiful man it sounds

[Isabelle]

I feel I have a blockage re writing..I know I'm meant to write, but all the miriad of resonances don't seem to collect themselves sensibly on paper at the moment..your poems have inspired me to share something I wrote just before my 'awakening'...was a pretty grissly period..I had no idea about new age ideas or the indigo thing at the time..funnily enough, I started the process of actualising or becoming shortly after writing this..an example of darkness transmuting into light in need of editing but here goes...

Two strong light,
Trying to bind
Trying to find
a fusion
missing all but a few clicks
descent from
physical bondage
inevitable
The soul match
it wasn't

Heavy hearted
light headed
A dream
Slowly...so slowly
opening it's petals
The seed is planted
The way seems treacherous
Do I have the will?
Do I have the strength of my convictions?
Amazement in the connectivity,
Depression in the mundane
Oh to have the outer univers
at one
with thy inner
I am in the birth canal
The vision
pushing, resting, screaming to be out

Have I not learnt
truthes of mountainous awe?
How do I communicate them?
Sniffing out the next clue
Pushing

Oh to be with you
My world is alight
a kingdom you are
The secret choreography of the soul
when quietly dancing with another
Is it possible?
Change in all aspects of
lower living needed
I am yet worthy
of your secrets

Challenge me
Inspire me
Teach me
But do not fall below my vision
Do not drag me down to that level
For Ms. Ego's gratification
I may be but a fool
but to be content with lower than
my soul screams for...
Is mere existance
Fear you are not my friend
Do not trip me, my shadow

I am perplexed
Please f#$^ing explain
why women, whilst claiming
to love one another
instead use this blessed understanding
of the other
to drown, choke and beat
How many beautiful hopeful souls
descend into fear driven
abuse
let me define
not obvious yelling, kicking or punching
though this I have seen
but intimately imposed critiques
The picking up of another's lifeforce
Implanting of sour destructive
soul sqaushing, yet subtle
razors
The scars heal
Yet we are marked and marred
by them
Oh do not let me be seduced
by the weaver's darkness
For their fear, their pain
Is not mine to carry
Where are the screaming torch carriers?
Let them be defined
Let them rise to transform
An organism potential rife
yet currently
Bleeding by it's own sword

It is a widespread cry
NO MINDGAMES
In the other shoes
games...fun...
spare a thought
It can appear at times
There is a choice
Play the games
or you wretched soul
walk alone
Where is my alternative?

The cry...
'I don't like lesbians!'
But my child you are one
So the past has made us hard
But on each other?
'Welcome to the real world love!'
No!
Not the real world
The world our fears have
manifested
A light carrier...
She said: 'Take Responsibility
for everything that happens in your life'
Is it then not our responsibility
to rise from 'second-citizenship
The fat clones...have we really
been hypnotised as a nation
It is said once basic needs are met
actualisation is the goal

As an organism our basic needs
are met
Yet strangely, instead of reaching for
the truth
we are lazy and fat
A cellulite disease
Choking our very life-force
Our own vanity, ego driven
Desires
Separating us from
The life force, the divine
purpose of every organic
being
We have become so sure of our cleverness
that we have forgotten
that we are all
at the whim of this
planet, of nature's forces.
Rather than actualising into
beauty, we have descended
into lethargy
draing the life force
because we need more...
More what?
Are we not substituting, this
dissatisfaction of our pure selves
with more..clothes, cars, things
We are so clever, are we not
a big f$%^ing joke, we're so f^%$ing
Clever, we forgot to be more

[Isabelle]

thanks..I like it as a reflection of what I went through to get to this beautiful now moment ..it precipitated my evolution...not really pretty to read though!

[Tear_of_the_WoLF]

that was awsome Isabelle...

if i weren't at work I would post some other poems....

later...stay tuned

[Isabelle]

hmmm..did think it was a few poems jumbled together....definately could stand alone....

[Isabelle]

that was awsome Isabelle...

if i weren't at work I would post some other poems....

later...stay tuned

thanks hun...will do..I loved the last poem you wrote..beautiful (through the mists)

[Isabelle]

I have some George Michael songs stuck in my head, so they are blending in with what I'm reading... Now everything I read is set to tune.

You're welcome to turn it into a song

[Isabelle]

*chuckles*

[Isabelle]

ha!...*chuckles* again

[Tear_of_the_WoLF]

There you will find me

A whisper through the trees
Around the moutains
Turns to three and ends within

The beams of light
Rainbows and angels
They whisper songs of a desert's edge
Fields of dreams and legends time
Take me to the end

I've cried, I feel, I am
To be
But never quite like this before

The cord to cut
A lover's fate
Twisted and deceit

Breach the walls
You have her then
Called into the seat

Watch for now
She flies away
And seems to feel the heat

Goddess
Hear thy screaming call
And howl of Wolf to conquer the fall
Watch.
There comes the rays.

[Tear_of_the_WoLF]

awww...i liked that

[Rue]

aroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
thats my wolf howl
rue