Sunday, May 31, 2020
Vision
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
Internal war
The Calm
It appears calm and serine..... but very few can feel what is lurking just outta sight. Hiding almost in plan sight. They feel the change coming before it arrives. They taste the iron metallic taste of the blood that has yet to flow. They see the bolts of lightning before they are thrown. And they can smell the coming rain before the first drop falls. Yes we can sense the "calm before the storm" but can you?
Tuesday, December 19, 2017
Tornado
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Pain
Monday, September 18, 2017
Torn
I am torn between two worlds
I am torn between two lives
I am torn between two realities
I am torn between two homes
I am torn between two places where I am supposed to be.
One place is here with you Master not cause I owe you or anything like that its cause I love you And cause I love you I would do just about anything for you. I know you dont feel the same and probably never will and thats ok with me.
The second place I lost partly cause of my greed, Southpark. You were right all along I should have fought harder to keep my family. I should have tried harder and now I fear its too late.
One more thing to say as if to give myself a weak a feeble excuse is this me leaving you felt/feels like I am betraying you to the very core.
Please understand now what happened today.
I love you Master always
Storm
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
tick tock
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Timeline? Hell no!
Monday, February 29, 2016
Wolf and Raven
Friday, December 25, 2015
Why am I different to you
I think I know why I am treated differently.....u bkame your self for what I have become, a user. You blam yourself cause u started with you. I am different cause u feel responsible for what I have become. Guilty so when the others are here and u get mad at me cause you started me not them.
Monday, December 14, 2015
Wolf the immortal
You are immortal I hope you know this Master. I sit next to you writting this realizing it myself for the first time. You can never die for wevthe mortal wont let you. You will live with in us long after your body has passed.
Gone
I know when your gone your gonna take a huge chunk od ne with you. I loved youbas best youvl would allow me which wasnt much, ya know. I know I know it was for my own good, so you said. It didnt make it any easier. You have taught me alot I wont forget I swear it. Never a day will go by that you wont be in my thoughts and prayers mt Master for ever.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Master Wolf
Saturday, July 18, 2015
The Chosen written with help by Master Wolf
As the ghosts march by, soldiers going to war, row by row, man by man. The Elder Alpha Silver Wolf, silver-grey in color, runs along side and through the rows of men, watching their steps, looking into each man's eyes and dispatching those with weakness and those with evil in their souls. While the crows and ravens fly overhead and into the future from the past with messages of lore and triumph. I can hear their footsteps in the grass as they marched by yet I can not seem them, even though there are but only two inches in front of me. I see their words as if in speech bubbles, as if I'm reading a cartoon, above each man. Each man marches tall and proud it seems like they can not feel the gentle breeze. Is it going right through them? The grass moves not as they step upon it and march through as if they aren't even there. But, only I see and hear them. Why have I been chosen? I can feel the rhythm of their footsteps upon the ground as if an earthquake was making the hills roll like thunder. Row by row, man by man. There are stars alined over each man's head as if a star had been chosen only for him. There is no heat nor is there cold. Absense of heat, here they do not sweat. Absense of cold, nay they shiver not. The Elder Alpha Silver Wolf leaves no tracks of his strides as he runs thru the men doing the job The Grand Fathers have chosen him for. Yet the soldiers footprints do not appear as such. For they are the "The Chosen Ones" of The Elder Alpha Silver Wolf. Their steps are as if "The Many are One." And when the whiteman looks upon "The Trail of Tears" they see one set of prints but not foot prints. One set of prints can be seen, that of "The Wolf..." A-HO!
