SHAPED BY MOONLIGHT

Eyes wide open, the caretaker of the night. Under the cover of darkness the shadows live and walk among men. Bold beneath the wash of the moon's glory they come seeking a time of their own. They are  Full Wolf's favorite children. Everything that casts is a place they claim and what is darkness but the grandest shadow of them all.___ by Yvonne Payne 12-28-13

                                      Full Wolf Moon

BRANDING

BRANDING

My eyes lie to me and my ears are on guard.

Id is the ultimate deceiver who leaves all doors

open for invasion. I believe because I must. I am

the cattleman who does his own branding and

knows what is mine. It is the wolf who guards my

life and the sheep who tears at the flesh with docile

eyes turned upward. Who was it that laid the first

strike of the firebrand upon my hand, within my
flesh?

My Progeny

MY PROGENY

It's been awhile my child since we have conversed.

Long have I left you to rehearse without my tongue

in your ear.

At your side I see the shadow of an other's work

and here I must first cork the beginnings of

this other puppeteer.

My plaything, my vessel, no one or other shall spill

into the one I've corralled and reined for insanity's

distribution.

Almost one when left alone to your own device without

advice which has long been honed  upon an

serpent's absolution.

   FEAR IS AS FEAR DOES

A shot out of darkness straight for the soul 

clueless to the madness that must have control.

No shields to combat the enemies who wield 

weapons that are forged from your very bones.

Tears and blood is the enemies ambrosia

spiked with a dark breaking coda

that resounds like the crashing of a hammer

upon the walls of your skull's zone.

Fear is as fear does

wear it  well

 before it tells

 all your secrets.

Hide it then ride it 

both hands on the

reins. 

Even kings must bow

sometimes. 

  

TAMING

TAMING

Where do we go to howl

when the wind chases our words?

Where do we go to hunt

when man , our hunger, curbs?

They tame us into their plaything

by filing our teeth and claws.

And when madness finally takes us

we're able to heed the call.

FALSE IMAGES

Thinking you're having fun

When you're flying high?

It's just an illusion.

You're just a spot on the pavement

After the crash.

See the colors and the lights

Dancing in the darkness?

You're being choked by

The rope of the dope.

Seeing people through the

Eyes of a coke bottle,

You can't trust what you see

So you don't look in

The mirror.