Master Wolf

As I sit here watching you  sleep...making sure you are still breathing that is. I see the age of your soul catching up to your current body. I see the hour glass almost empty on this your 13th life. I hope the last few years/months/days/hours/minutes you have left on this earth are filled with the peace and joy and happiness you have earned. For when your time comes and you go home with the fallen ones before you, your leaving this Earth this time will leave a big whole in a lot a hearts and minds. Peace to you my Master Wolf and sleep well, for I will see you on the other side.

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!

To Wolf my friend

You say my talking about death hurts you....and yet I hear you all the time talking  wishing how you could die. If/when you die for the last time you life will have touched on so many lives you will never ever know the effect of your to be passing. I hope when you go you go in peace and yes the world will raise a glass (diet bud) to you in toast. 

Am what I am

I am what I am... this may bring you pain and hurt I am truly sorry. We knew this would end this way.  I give you  me soul and me life in a heartbeat, but it comes down to this last battle between us. When you come back to the states it will be the last time we meet, wont it? Till then I will kill for you, lie and steal like I have been, untill then my mouth will shut. But when you return shit will change.  For then D and I will have our final battle and like I said it will be epic.  Who will win I can not say for sure, but I think it will be you. And all I ask is this.... D use your hands not a blade or bullets. Thank you and peace.

Valley

As I walk into the valley of Death I feel at home. In the total darkness I find peace and I almost feel calm. I feel at home here and to enter is easy its leaving that is hard. To leave you must part with something very dear to you. I left long ago and am now ready to return.

Like an army

Like soldiers we march to war. Obeying orders till the day we die we march. Only a few of us will stand up to our officers and defend our lives from them. Like an army falling one by one by one. Ready to lay our lives down for country and each other. Ready to die and knowing our death may never be reported for years. Marching into the unknown praying for a safe return, and praying our officers know what the hell they are doing. Like an army falling one by one by one.  One by one we fall dying a thousand deaths a thousand times over. Falling over each others bodies we press on. Keeping our heads down to avoid the bullets flying by our heads. Like an army falling one by one by one. The ones that do make home, never are whole. Either our bodies are shattered or our minds. We may look normal and sometimes act it too, but if you could see in our minds you would know the truth. Like an army falling one by one by one. 

No sleep needed

As the hour of the night increases so does panic's grip on me. I know what is coming with in my dreams...the pain, the hurt, the fear and death. I do not want these visions in my sleep anymore and yet I cant shake em either. I know I have them for a reason if not to see into you better to understand your silence. I know these things to be true deep with in my soul. I fear what I see coming for it is our end. The later it gets the stronger they become, so I must fight the urge to sleep every night. You say I need sleep and not try to keep up with you but you don't understand....I stay up as long as I can for when I do fall out I don't dream. I don't want to anymore dream that is. So tired f seeing the pain stricken in your eyes. So tired of seeing the hurt in your mind. Hating all the would and have done this to you. A good solider does not dream and I am that solider.

What I see

If you could see what I see in my head I think you'd run screaming far away. For I know I would if I could. I see the changes in you NO one else can see. I see you in my dreams in pain more now then ever. I don't want to dream anymore some how a wall was taken down that was not supposed to come down, not liking it at all. I see more than I should be you and I agree on this totally so my question is who un-did this wall and why?

PAIN

Seeing you in this amount of pain yet again...I know there is nothing I can do either. I hate this shit you are being put thru because you care so much for these people who time after time stab you in the back. A part of me right now wants to take the shit she left behind and make a bon-fire outta the shit just for a tad bit of payback on her ass. I know you would say no but I cant stand to see you in this much pain. It's almost as bad as watching you die again.

Grave

Deep in the woods lies a grave. No cross, no marker just a mound. That is where I am. I fear never to be found lost for all time. Wont someone come and put me to rest?

Good day to die

Like an army marching into war, we advance upon our enemy. Even if that enemy has not yet been made clear, we march. Ready to make the ultimate sacrifice of life and death. To give our selfs for the greater good. Today is a good day to die is our motto showing we have no fear in our hearts, minds and souls. I am ready to follow my master into battle any day any night. I am ready for this fight and will do all that I have to do to win this battle. For today is a good day to die.

Lucky 13

I had a dream of your passing...your last life it was lucky 13 as I say. Well maybe not I think. I went to your grave site and as I stood there saying my good byes a child (boy) was hanging upside down in the tree over your grave. Looking at me he says "Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red rose?" With out hesitation I reply "yes". He looks at me as he jumps down laughing..."Peace little one" he says as he takes off running into the newly formed fog.

Your death

I have said this before when you pass the Earth will bleed. Now I can add more to this vision, when you pass it will rain fire and blood. Thinking to myself it makes sense cause your favorite color be blood red. You will reach your mound and you will have fun I can tell this the way you talk about it. For all those on your bad side ya might as well off yourself before this happens..............cause you aint gonna wanna live then. ROFL

wishing

I find myself yet again wishing some one would find me. Wishing someone could give my past lives the peace I need. Wishing and hoping one day this will happen

My death/ my dreams

Sitting at Walmart on the curb outside of the store I see (here is a problem cause the person I see keeps changing) Adam/Kevin. (Adam you dont know he is a paramedic out here and Kevin is Kevin Pittman from RDH) Any way I am sittin outside the store. I make eye contact with Adam (well just go with Adam) I take out my knife and put it to me neck and cut my throat. Now I am looking thru there eyes as the blood shoots outta me. I die.

Dreams

My dreams are like my life yet I would not call them dreams, more like nightmares. I dream of death coming end of the world crap etc. Its getting to the point where I don't wanna sleep. I even have re-curing people in my dreams, sad thing is they are no longer in my life. Moved away that kinda shit. Peace be with all who read this and be ware of the black storm comming

Pissed off!

Ok I have a friend here in the states that is dying. He has MS and maybe two months to live. All cause our government wont allow the cure here. WTF is that all about? They haven't figured out how to get money outta this or something??

Death and Love

If you were dying would you want to know? Would you tell anyone? Would you do anything differently? Maybe more brave? Cause fear can be stopped ya know. It is a feeling just like love and hunger pain and cold. I may say I love someone but to be honest I don't think I really do fell it, its just something you say. So I would not tell anyone if I was dying and just slip peacefully into the night.

Lift me up

Lift me up for I am broken. See the pain I hide so well. Feel the fear and all that is me. Learn what fear means to me, even if you dont wanna know. Realize that I can never be healed, realize that there is and never will be a cure. See why death is my only way. Understand that my life is has and always will be a living nightmare. Life me up for I am broken Catch me for I am falling Save me for I need saving. But dont cry for me cause I chose this life. Even though I hate it I chose it. 

Dante (dont know why call it this but oh well)

What is done can always be un-done. Nothing is in stone. All can change. All will can bend. Life does not end at the grave nor begin in the cradle.  We are all one life, just manly branches of what that one's life can be. Heaven and Hell are here are Earth always was and always will be.  The reason we can not nor will we ever find our origin is for the simple fact we have to have faith. We cant ever answer all the questions cause then we will stop growing and looking for the said answers.  We need something to drive us as individuals and as one people. Peace on Earth another fairy tale that cant happen. There has to be good and evil fighting. No mater what we wont stop looking for our past and where we come from as if it can tell us were we are going. Life is almost done and we don't even know it. My question to you is are you ready??