Keep Steadfast

Which way do you go when a wall blocks your path,
When wild brush grows with thorns that seem to laugh,
The misfortune is yours and yours alone,
With out the direction of the unknown,
You climb over that blocking wall,
Scramble over that brush and dont fall,
The quickest route is a straight line,
Have no worries your determination will keep you fine.

Mourning had Come, The Life has Gone

Mourning had come to the land.

The wilson's son had kicked the bucket and would soon be brought back to the earth. It had been an accident but there were whispered rumors of foul play. The tears streamed from the eyes of the young wilsons mother, no cotton cloth could hold back her sorrow. Sorrow that echoed across the plains, past the mountains into the wild land beyond.
Solemn, stoic stood the no more wilsons father,standing side by side with the younger son, the living brother.

"Brother, brother",whispers left the lips of the living wilson, falling on deaf ears that could never again answer the oath of blood.

The morning sun rose, shining the light of days so many passed on the wilsons homestead, but this light brought on the day of a new beginning and a sad end. The casket housing young wilsons remains bounced and slid alng the wood carriage of the morticians cart.  Wilsons mother, creeks combining and forging themselves into rivers rolled down her cheeks, the cloth comes up to her mouth to stifle a scream.

"Help your mother boy." the stoic father orders, not able to move from his roots for fear of collapsing to the ground, leaving the young wilson stading alone.

Morning has come to the Wilson homestead.

Why does the caged bird sign?

Ask the question,
Await the answer,
I was born of the chaos, of warring personalties,
battling for control, waging war for preicous liimited resources,

War is my creed, battle is my forging,
I am steel,
Blood shed is my crucible, fear my anvil,
pounded by the pressure of uncertainity,

I was rasied in the zoo, the cages enclosed the man, the shaking let the dog bite,
Daily visitors, prodding, tapping at the glass, ignoring the postings, what a travesty.
No one can read the signs, no ones cares to understand that enternity and purity, have no places in the cage.

Never ending hunt

Give me blood,
Give me guts and glory, 
It starts and ends on this line.

The wolves gather in their packs,
Lions shield themselves with their pride,

Listen to the howl in the night, the air reverberates the call,
Silent, stalking, the hunters move,
Paws pounding, tongues lolling , the heat of the hunt escapes into the mist of the night,
exhalation of life and fire,
There is no fear here ....
Only purpose.