Spirit of Animals-For Katie-May the animals Guide youUpon your WayMay you Meet AngelsMay God send you a HawkTo Explore with youWarn you of DangersOpen your eyes to things gone Unnoticed beforeThe spirit of Powerful VisionMay God send you a FoxFully Opening your sensesGiving you the CapabilityTo Create the FutureAs you wish it to BeThe Anima of Creative EnergiesMay He send you A CougarGiving you MightHelping you SurpassAll Obstacles Before YouThe Spirit of StrengthMay you Find many RabbitsKeeping you HealthyHelping you when You're downTo Overcome the PastThe Symbol for New LifeMay God send you a WolfA swift messenger from me to youTo watch over youProtect youThe Anima of ArchangelsSpeaking through TelepathyThe communication of AnimalsMay you hear their SpiritTheir LifeTheir AidMay you hear my HowlThrough the wolf's SpiritAnd live on with FreedomAs thou Should Be
Simple PleasureSmoke away the PainFoul the Tongue that use to Kiss and Make LoveBurn the lungs that used to Breathe your AirDull the sensesSting the Eyes that view you as BeautifulSmile only when it feels betterLaugh when it is overPuff so may I dieMisery is the EmotionDestroying is the AnswerTomorrow it will be the sameAlone, waiting, smokingUntil it is doneSmile only when it feels betterLaugh when it is over
Wolf's View of LoveSome say beasts do not feel love,That they can't understand it.But what if love made a humanFeel like a free, tameless mastiff?Love brings me a strange sensation.I feel my furred paws slap the groundAs my heart races with happiness.I feel my pads grace the rough earthAs I smile at those who give me joy.I feel the wind breathe against my peltAs I embrace those I love.I feel the breeze push me, giving me impetus.The exhilarating marvel pushes me in motion.I follow my heart's desire to runAnd I feel I can run forever next to you.Are you running with me?
Death'He's dead? No, this can't be happening. He was just here. What about her? They were fighting. Oh God, she must feel horrible.' These were the thoughts flashing through my head. "How long?" I barely spoke."About an hour," my mom replied. Those words struck me like cold water. I sunk to the cold concrete, the wind gently glided across my face, as if trying to soften the heartbreaking blow. I pulled up my knees in a defensive position and started crying. My mom leaned down and tried to comfort me."It's okay. It'll be okay," she wrapped her arms around my curled up form. Usually I pull away from her embrace, too emotional to want to be held, but this time I have no strength to pull away. I leaned my weight against the red brick of our house, the soft ringing of chimes added to the sadness of the scene. "Come on, let's go inside where it's warmer," my mother said lifting me up.I looked around at the other people, his daughter and ex-wife were there, his next wife was sitting on the porc
HelpWhy? That always seems to be the question. I'm sorry.That always seems to be the answer. I thought I was over her, but it seems that some things just don't heal that quickly. I miss her so much, but how can I ask? New one, you pass me up, throw me down, and say you're sorry. I'm taking it too personally. You just miss a friend.I want to get away, to her, but how can I ask? How and why? Must I feel these things? Can't I block them out? Can't they disappear? I want them to, so I can be comfortable, not thinking of times past.Get over it! It won't come back.That happiness is gone.So be happy with what you have! Why? Can't I get it through my head?So please, someone, answer my cry for help.
SpecialI want you to know,you're special to me.I want to see you smileand I want you to be free.I want to hold your hand,and be there for you.I want you to be happy,and to see I'm happy too.I want you to knowwhat it's like to feel love.Without any fearsor help from above.I want to wipe away your tearsand for you to tell me what's wrong.I want you to trust me,so our friendship is strong.I want you to knowI think about you everyday.About holding you closeand making you believe I'm okay.In truth I wonderif you think of me too.What do you think of me?I wish you'd give me a clue.Right now I prayand hope that you see.Really how muchyou mean to me.