1. american An animal that silenced every bird
who sung
Wolves of black and brown and grey A big white dog and his master’s club
Which run from the snows till the The wolves incautious, would not hide
depths of May their cubs
A tight nit pack of young and old
Huddled together against the cold The nasty dog, with his iron jaw
Left none spared only ravens cawed
Together they hunted lived and sur- His teeth laid into purest flesh
vived Spirits, blood and bodies unblessed
Until the turning of seasons arrived
Running with eagle, the river and The river damned, the bear had fled
bears
The fox and eagle searching for a new
They faced even the moose’s deadly bed
stare
The earth stained with blood and tears
Water no longer pure and clear
They played with fox and frolicked
with wind
Always protecting and helping kin The birds were never to sing again
Sky and heavens blue and bright But the cur dog flourished, a land for
him
They fought to live, and lived with
pride
Until the storms brought the beast
among

3. Trying to think of something new
Brain storm
Thought mixed and dark as mud
A barren desert
Your brain is bruising black and blue
Bleak and whit
A staring open ghostly face
A hungry monster with a nashing maw
A chilling, scary, frightening sight
Intent on stoppering the ideas flow
Eating away, my head in its jaw
A horror which pulls and holds you
Never to see the writings row
gaze
With deadly teeth to hold your brain
A blank sheet of paper so horribly
Your mind now lost within a maze
bare
Captive captured eyes in pain
Sitting so innocently with a deathly
stare
Hands bound down against your desk
Mind lost beyond what’s seen
Emotion strapped against your chest
Trying to find what you want to mean
Forehead damp with sweat and blood

4. Lime rickly
Once lived a big grumpy ghoul
Her friends were the ten little fools
And then one good day
The ten are now clay
And now they can never spit drool
A frog grew a garden in May
The kids would go outside and play
Then stumbled upon
Now kids are all gone
And frog has a graveyard to pay
The flowers grew well in the heat
The hungry old deer did they beat
Then summer did fall
And winter did call
So now only grass grows at feet

5. Ode to nature
A golden tooth, a fang a claw
Deadly lethal, enormous paws
Forever the leader, the top dog ,the boss
Forever natures winner, pity not those who’s loss
The muscle drum tight across a feather light frame
Always the runner, the quick foot, the famed
Comrades lay broken, the agony, the pain
But the winner never turns, never looks from the game
Uneven, unfair, unbalanced, too bad
Death is unmoving, a condition, not sad
Never the victim, only dead or glad
Fight, for existence, for life and what had
Peace, a stupid, unnatural complex
A symptom of the human condition’s context
Lost from the rule book, natures arena convexed
The hunter, the hunted, survive, the written stone text

6. Prey vs. pray
A green and grizzly open maw
A scary beast with massive paws
Sharpened ebony deadly claws
That stops us, holds us makes us pause
We doubt ourselves our strengths and flaws
Our faces covered wrapped in gauze
Scares our souls with golden eyes
Within my head the traitor spies
A barren heart an easy prey
A bit of soul forever grey
Thoughts that wander, whisper, stray
A heart and mind that never pays
The tools are offered on a tray
The children that could never play
All those run for fright and fear
A monsters stare a look a leer

7. Thoughts on farms All to amuse the young child’s eyes
Charcoal crumbles, smears a blank sheet,
a messy cheek
Maybe someday we will run again
A little wooden man with arms out-
stretched the outcast the freak Each in control of their own can
Boots scraping against a path few trod
A splash of blue a school of cod Lines drawn deep in moving sand
That change like water with the land
The teary eyes glisten with tears Solid walls of strings and things
The horse the strong the swift caught in We are told not to question, not to think
mid rear But why? Thinkers cry
A shadow cast across a child’s face Because. Is always their reply
Lashed, cut, by the black knights mace
A thimble filled with sugar and greed
A symbol burnt deep in the flesh What do we have for the young to feed?
The mind, the thought, the feeling mesh
Muscles tensed ready for the buzzers A laugh a cry a scornful look
start
The dog lets the master keep what he took
But they wouldn’t race if they were
smart Forever bound hands and covered mouths
We eat and move a herd of cows
A dusty gruesome moldy book My tongue laced with defiant words
Only for privileged few to look We grow fat on lies that we’ve heard
And those who insist on holding the Always the victim shirt stained with
leash blood
Will never succeed the goal Pigs for butcher sleep in the mud
at which they reach
The fed bite at masters hands
Wishing to feed off the land
Color and shapes, and rainbows and
skies