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Standing there, with the light all around you
I wonder.
seeing you with a smile on, looking back
makes me wonder more.

There are no rain clouds in the sky
the joy of that amazes me
moving towards your light
wondering why I would ever leave it.

City Lights

3 a.m. pacing in a lie,
Those night lights glisten
But I seem to be fading
In a city of holy dying stars
I go out to be new,
Yet the roads always leave off
In the same lane of tragedy.
These city lights sparkle-
That will never change.
It must just be me dying out.

Not the same...

I was once filled with darkness
like the "tail side" of the moon...

I lived behind all the lights.

Like sharpened fingernails raked down my face, grasping for someones concern...

only to be bloodied by the desires
and addictions of my youth.

Then like a flare set up from the ocean
hope burned in the night sky...

as I watched my imperfections turn to dreams, dancing upon the sea.

Revealing that perfect ghost, calling me out upon the waves...

and I've never been the same, since that first step of faith.

Four Chord Wonder

Plucking the strings her careful fingers
Mask the energy smoldering
Underneath her skin
She is wired and off somewhere in her head
She can’t speak
But she does sing
As the strings bend and twang
Like the wild trees swaying in tandem
To the side of the old grey house
Where inside a light green room
A sunburnt orange lamp flickers,
And the reel-to-reel tapes whir
Late into the night as her
Maple guitar makes the sounds
That give the colors in her head
The language they need

This is Irony

I try to be a person,
A man in a world of man,
And when that fails,
I try to be myself,
How Ironical,
That people misunderstand,
They interpret my true being,
For something totally else,

When people see me for who I’m not,
It makes me feel like I’m Not.



there is no worldly sin
unless you leave your imagination
for others to ink
you were brought here by your parents actions
now they've enjoyed and gone
others say they had sinned

ask them how their parents brought them in
other that the darkness
no veil no sin
why for others now they say
it's the first step to life begin


The brown unmoving steppes
hypnotize in noonday light;
the prickly brushwood
arid rock
thirsty silent earth.
I have known
solitude impregnated
with mysterious consonances
on gray spaces of the steppes.
I have sensed
forms of timid creatures
mimicking grasslands,
hidden from mortal eyes.
Lean horses kneel by water holes
fed by streamlets dried up long ago.
The beauty of the steppes endures,
under gray-green fabrics
God weaves over the land.


A grey-green wall of water
Flecked with creamy-white
Moves with a growly, steady speed
Undetected through the stormy night

Drowning, smashing, crushing
Obliteration universal
Don't think that you are special
It's really nothing personal

Mother Nature is having a tantrum
She's about to cry
Her winds swirling in a circle
The calm is in her eye

She knows what she is doing
Hell hath no fury like her
A perfect storm is coming, dah'ling
You're in for it, for sure


I could Swim in your Eyes Forever.
You've Melted my Heart <3

I could Play in your Smile Forever.
You've Grasped my Univerze.

Rique Wolf

It is Love

Start with self
then keep adding
from ones own womb
to universal tomb

you will need more experience
to find out
what love really is
it's undefinable

You will soon realize
it has facets so many

One may go up
without knowing it
great vision still
I 'd grant to ye


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