Den of the Cyphered Wolf

Sunday, June 15, 2008

The artist revolution

Tech has created a new medium
Can’t stop the idea
Color sound words
Swirling into life
Rife with eyes
Through out our lives
It can’t be held in one head
It treads
Coming into our home
Into our heart

What is nobilty?

How do we define nobility in this age
For after all there is social nobility.
Is it how I talk or stand or walk the land?
Is it how I treat my fellow man?
Is it how I choose to unleash my rage?
Is it the mark of civility?
Or how we chose to use our God given abilities?
Is it how we chose to rise above the bland?

The Quiet Times

I hope for peace
But How can it come
When there is so much war
So much pain
When nobody stops
And just says this is what I have
This is what’s worth keeping
The quiet times

Saturday, June 14, 2008


First every thing dies.
Green grass stops growing,
And turns into a dry dreary brown.
As this happens the sun goes bye bye
Its not going to be seen again a long long time.
Then the people go.
Outside’s no longer fun.
Its to cold to go out and run.
Finally a crushing blanket of white powder covers up the ground.
The little life left around me is covered up and frozen.

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