Run With the Wind
Run with the wind that churns your waves
the wildness consuming your pain
awakening all that is fresh and new.
You know she’s there by kiss of her breeze
motion of the swells bathing your skin.
Run with the wind dancing and swaying
touching your psyche, renewing your wild
howling and prancing, blowing sand
dusting your face, reminding you she’s there
and will always be for the remainder of time.
Awakening passion and fire in your soul
fluttering your breezes to romantic places
caressing your eyelashes in fiercest squalls
cushioning you in pillowed clouds, drifting
Run with the wind whose wildness flows freely
lingering in your essence, shining your stars.
the wilder places in the world
untamed raw is wild
as it was, its always been,
is what all saw, have seen and remember
that cannot should not be stored or confined
in a package or by fence,
only to the eye restrained by memory
untamed raw is the way you left it
and the way it should forever be
bold, without handles and best left untamed
no synthetics, like plastic or paper
or bound pretentious hearts
untamed raw is wild
like a stallion horse, free flowing mane
running in fast motion, nostrils flaring
hard hoofs striking, sparking flashes
in the hard rock, in open nature
wild raw as it was, its always been,
is what you see in faraway lands hard to reach
before it was ever seen, untouched by change
unmoved by meddling man of industry
no highways, no fast food,
no human touch those corrupted places
of barbed or razor wire and sulfuric belches of gas
global warming strains and stains
like mountains, rivers and trees
pristine pretty pure
just there like they've ever been in the midst of raw
what only birds and bears and wolves ever saw
unmoved by clouds, unchanged by steel, or human claws
wild is the wilder, the most wild,
like as in the suffix ness, most full of
to the extreme degree, only the natural
the things that lay as they lay,
as they've always lain
natural things in nature that erupted
far away and flowed, hot then cooled
things of the earth, its molten liquid lava rock
its substance formed long, long ago
solidified to things in the wild, the wilder ness
for trees and rivers and mountains
for wolves and bears and birds that sprung
with the wild non-living things, being wild too
things in the free under the clouds
things in places for you and me to go to
to reach for, to grow with and preserve our sanity
Wild Freedom
Friendly hearts combined into one,
A sense of release and freedom.
No care for what will come,
Or how much time will lapse,
While they are out in the world.
Twirling freely in the wind,
Their cares in the pit of the ocean,
Worries melting in the sun.
A youthful sense of appeal
Mixed with mindless elation.
This is how life should be.
Wild and free.
Where the Wild Ones Were
Utterly untamed teens
racing rampant through an
abandoned alley
on the month's first friday night.
Savagery of the heart
portrayed in tears of joy
tears of frustration,
and of loss,
holding hands with the sister of different blood.
Unbroken spirits,
desperately being
whipped into conformity
by societal standards and dreams
of generations past.
Primitive, barbarian efforts
at freedom and self-expression;
casting glances across a field
of artwork and shitty poetry,
prose of the wild ones.
Wild
To be wild
means freedom to me
I've been told I'm wild
Because I live my life carefree
I don't give a crap what "Betty
better than you" thinks if I go out.
Wild is probably uncivilized
and I live right on the edge of that.
Wild to me is freedom from all
of mans contraptions of what man
thinks man needs, and living off the land.
Wild. Free. Apart from civilization.
Circle of Life
The wise woman weeps
For the world in chaos
Attempting to guide others
In the ways once lost
The mother nurtures
Her children in slumber
Calm as a summer breeze
Guiding them on their path
The maiden dances
Around the blazing flames
Long hair flowing as a cloud
Around a beautiful face
Maiden, mother, crone
The circle of life
But only the maid
Dances to the beat of the drums
Loves to the heart of her soul
Surges like the waves of the sea
A part of nature and all surrounding her
Wild, untamed, enjoying life
Until the time her maidenhood ends
And the mother she becomes.