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Lost Soul

by Walter Jones (Age: 67)
copyright 07-08-2011


Age Rating: 18 +



There anit no water

There anit no sleep

There anit a body to keep

Just a memory of where I been

From how we started till how we end



In a block of ice and snow

A place where the cold wind blows

A baby born the same

Left for the wolfs of name

Mother just a child

Half human half wild

Trying to be what she can

Spread across a man



Hear the banshee howl

Coming for them

Coming now

Trapper old and lame

Stops the wind

Heals the pain

Fire of love

Has a name

Feared by one and all

Indians know him by Paul



As the lights call the sky

Woman child tries

Human form dies

Man she held

Does the same

Boy lives

With trapper lame



There anit no water

There anit no sleep

There anit no body to keep

Just a memory of where I been

From how we started till how we end



Fire of heaven voice of hell

Comfort comes in a spell

Shake of trees

Lead the way

Heart of soul

Trapper passes



A way



Wind she comes and wind she goes

Love of self presses past snow

Ribbons light the night

Amber deer and bear in flight

Ancient dreams

Speckled night

Run and go



There anit no water

There anit no sleep

There anit no body to keep

Just a memory of where I been

From how we started till how we end






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        07-21-2011     Mae Futter Stein        

This is as life is, from start to end, with memories and ancient dreams. You have put it down as we see it and live it. To the point as it is meant to be on earth. Great idea to write about and well done. Mae

        07-19-2011     Frank Fields        

How many more times must I read this before I become happy with my own works, again? You have wove a powerful thing, here, that need be approached with awe and wonder.

So we fulfill our roles before the knell.

Frank :)



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