The Wolf

He use to be so silly,
she changed him long ago.

He use to be so serious,
She changed that in him to.

I remember a man of blue eyes and golden hair.
His laugh was contagious.
His annoyances were a blessing.

I remember a man....
Who held me as a child...
Took me from my home...
A home I had yet to even know.

The wolf haunts my dreams now...
He travels the waters edge as the blonde of my other self holds me down.
Hello wolf of my past...

I remember your name,
I remember your addiction.

One day I hope to meet you again.
When our paths cross,
Will I recognize you?
Or will that simple laugh...
(I take it back)

Will that child in you draw me back?

Or will you just walk by as you did that day I died?

I'll always want the answer...
One day Riko...
One day you'll tell me why..

Musings of a Girl lost in her past

Stories

Stories are buzzing,
Gnawing at the brain stem.

Colors are flashing,
Scenes are blending together.

Hero's are becoming villains,
Princesses tuned to evil witches.

Stop!

The demons are sprouting white wings,
Swords are sharper then I could have imagined.
Please drop this now!

Cut the imitation down,
Stop the starts,
Give me an end...hell even a middle.

Musings of a brain gone on block

Pulse

Music pulsating ...
Time slowing down.

Bodies grinding,
Hearts pounding out the rhythm.

Sweat covers,
Minds drift as the mix begins to entrance.

Heads thrown back,
"Born to be alive!'

Musings of a mind on music

Lights

Its blinding all at once.
Like moths to flame,
We crave it.
Need it.

Do all that we can to catch the flicker....

I dont dream with color anymore,
Its been sucked out.
The last i dreamt i heard the shatter.

Like broken dishes,
But this time,
This time i could not replace it.

Musings of a dream gone dark

Children

He eyed the child.

Small and fragile.

"Innocent, " came a voice from far beyond him. The little girl before him turned quickly and watched.

Dark black hair flowing freely in the calm wind. Her tiny hands clenched at her too large shit. The watcher then saw it in her body. The tension followed by a whimper of fear.

"Don't fear her," came the wind again. The voice wrapped around the watcher and in return his body shook. No cold or fear gripped him, loss of his own life was expected.

But the concern for hers gripped him.

He watched her crouch down disappearing into the tall dieing grass around them. He straightened up see her just barley, shaking horribly.

"Will I see her again?" The watcher yelled. With terrified eyes, she acknowledged him. Bright blue eyes as clear as crystals watched him in fear. With a quick blick they turned blood red.

Another blink and they were blue again. He stepped back quickly.

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Musings of a mind in story mode

Dreams End

The water calmed around me.

I'd learned long ago to end the fight.

She holds me down,
My lungs begin to burn.
I trash once,
A test.

But she is as strong as ever.

I open as the air escapes,
My lungs fill,
My body begins the sequence.

Fill.
Constrict.
Exhale.
Drift.

I stare up at her from my watery grave.

She's beautiful still.
Blonde and elegant.
Blue eyed angel of suffering.

This lake,
I use to walk this lake.

I die in this lake time after time.

Musings of an unfinished dream

Dream pt 2

Feel it weigh heavy on me.
The water displaces,
My body is added.

Strong arms fight me,
Legs thrash out,
Body twists.

Im fully under,
The fight is quick.

Shes always been the better fighter.

Shes wrapped me in waters embrace.

Musings of a mind in deep

Dream pt 1

The world is gray.

Grayer then the night it started.
The breeze is cold.
My skin is lined with bumps.

Im barefoot like before.
But as i look to them,
Buried deep in the sand.
I see the cuts,
Feel the sting.

I look across the land then.
A lake shore.
A run down cabin.
Clear waters.
Ripples of the wind.

I walk to the water.
Walk in to my knees.

I feel it slowly...

Musings of a mind dreaming

Thanksgiving

Its a lonely affair.
Sitting at dinner tables already used.
Turkey done up,
Gravy all clumpy.

Its lack of flavor ...?
No.
Its lack of a connection.

Give thanks they say.
To what?

Family,  yes.
Friends,  definitely.
Loneliness,  no thank you.
Depression,  i could have done without.

A lone plate.
Small amounts of food
Thanksgiving lost.

Musings of a brain eating alone.

Brain dead

There's a buzzing in my brain.
Like lighting strikes,
Or wait is it thunder booming?

The buzzing continues on.

It turns to an itch,
Itchy in my blood stream.
Scratching at my wrists.

Finally it stops.
Dripping like rain,
Splashing like tears.

Musings of a brain gone dead

Change

Its what we've always need.
Not a jack of all trades,
Or a charmer in the rye.

We've needed someone who identified.
He stood by us,
And in the end he only asked,
( he didnt have to, id done it hands down)
To stand by him again.

I did just that.
I casted a vote.
I took a leap.
I got passionate.

Black or white, 
Yellow or brown.

Hes a president who told it like it was.

Hes my president.
Im proud to be an American.
A Democrat.