Wolfiekins

I don't think that I shall ever know A sadder sight than dirty snow, Product of diesel fuel tainted hearts, human tools Nostalgic for the younger years When bandages could quell the tears of any friendship worse for wear every scrape and bruise and tear Winter's sacred wedding dress Edges frayed, a muddied mess Reach perfection, feigning tough Close, but never close enough Still hoping for some warmer days When greying snow will melt away A brand new start, a second chance One more perfect, snowy dance. I don't think that I shall ever know A sadder sight than dirty snow Product of gasoline a tradgedy left unforseen

Adolescence is a time of discovering and creating. In it you build a person totally unique. Your mind is young and as fresh and new as dew on the spring grass. Yet, so many teens will claim they are just trying to "find" themselves. Many delve into the world of rebellion, looking for the people they intend to be. It's as if they think their soul is laying on a sidewalk somewhere, like a disgaurded quarter, waiting for them to pluck it up from the concrete. We are merely a collection of habits and morals we've chosen to follow. We are a mass of all the influences in our lives, no matter how insignificant. Just as we have learned to walk and

We're barely adolecents carefully caressing adulthood Infringing on taboo Totally infatuated with each other It's simply puppy love grown, barking mad Turned utter adoration Borderline obsession with you Sand drips in the hourglass, sinking sensation ensues Managing to hold on as long as your fingers interlock with mine

Early Friday morning Awakened by the rain It's blue fingers tap the glass The thunder calls my name I run down stairs And throw open the door The rain splatters on my feet And on the hardwood floor I put on my jacket And almost run outside But my memories stop me And invisibly divide A promise I once made To stay out of the rain Because that storm-dark night Caused Mother so much pain So I take off my jacket And slowly close the door I touch the fallen raindrops That splattered on the floor The thunder is like music Played in too much haste The rain,  my sweetest poison The thing I long to taste

Listen, my friend Hear the silence? Joyful sound Dance to imaginary music Harmony profound Watch, my friend Glow of sunset Twilight reflected Mellow violet Recycle detected Feel, my friend Touch the river Liquid silk Move to its rhythm Wash away your guilt Dream, my friend Reach the stars Have faith and hope Tie a knot, hang on To the rope Love, my friend Embrace its warmth Innocent trust Prey your heart Gathers no dust Listen....

To every tomorrow All the yesterdays And everything we mean But never get to say Saturday night movies The very last slow dance Rainy Friday mornings And one more second chance Cut out paper hearts "To mommy" on the fridge Innocent eyes looking To the distant ridge Family Christmas Grandma's apple pie Being with with a loved one The day they meet the sky Here's to life's surprises Like money in the mail And to the problems Tests you always fail Cheers

No need to see your underpants Please sir, give us a belt Act your age, no shoe size rants! Little more deviner svelte Is this a musical sanity? For, Bach would claim it's slacking   Blizzard of profanities Needed tact is lacking World's keyboard at your fingertips Knowledge: exit to the right Web's techno speed way slips Engulfed in virtually violent fights Emitting sinister aura bleeds Plagues of vile, vulgar slurs While Cub Scouts are a dying breed Respect it seems demures Ladies keep knees forever crossed Gentlement surely, keep it zipped! What will your parents hear if lost? I am sorry, it just ripped? A post-it

Engaged in peek-a-boo with azure heavens, only six years old; how will the future unfold for such frank innocents? Bare, tiny toes obscured, submerged in sand. Giggling , oozing happiness, unbeknownst sappiness, saturated in guiltless glee. Conceiving improbable dreams, reenacting imaginings, amusing little games, mostly still quite tame Evils of "doctor" yet unknown. Cuddling with siblings, thunder-shaken bodies shiver, seeing Bogeymen thrash with brilliant lightening flash. A simple coat will suffice. Nostalgia yet uncharted, will sweet memories prevail? I wish we could stay, No sands of time to betr

I've been the dancing butterfly Attracting a child's gaze A source of awesome wonderment On sluggish summer days Caressed the tallest building tops Watched a daisy grow Inhaled fragrant mountain breeze Sauntered valleys low I've been the curious butterfly New to enchanting worlds Naive to some and eagermost Fresh freedom found unfurls Wings whispering in motion's thrall Seen but never heard Understand the wisdom'd hall A single spoken word I've been the harmless butterfly Pinned on mounts, displayed If my seniors saw me now Imagine what they'd say No beauty in these stilling wings Every essence of joy gone Simply foolish

Open, closed rebellious minds Spinning wheels of paranoia Dubious deception Somber laments pilfered Snatched moment of ecstacy lovingly supplanted By one savory sip of perdition Tomorrow's painful itinerary   Warmly welcomed Suffocated, Clutched fast to the bosom Such an embrace, Met only by a " loved one's " sarcastic sorries But it's not bad Flown fairy-winged to a self imposed Ivory Tower Sparkling happily-ever-after ambiance Protected from ultraviolet sting-rays Hindering precious Perfect Pink-tinted Glasses