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In The WoodsIn The Woods
Green and brown, and the smell of pine,
The shadows spotted from the sun above.
Full of life, the sound of birds, singing, screeching,
Calling out to one another, high above and all around.
The buzz of so many different insects, swarming in the warm sunlight,
Darting from shadow to shadow, or scurrying about on the forest floor.
Little creatures scurry about, up a trunk, or down a hole.
Tock, tock, tock, of the woodpecker's beak, and the subtle sigh of the wind,
The trees' eerie shudder and creak.  Here in the woods is my heart, and my home.
Here in the woods, I am at peace.
Wolfmoot November 2, 2011 How Far My Heart Has GoneHow far my heart has gone.
Without your love I die.
Terrified, a fleeing fawn,
Why so swiftly did you fly?
Your beauty away you take
And with it does go my hope
My love you did forsake
A curse upon this rope
Suspended forever here
Windblown all rattling bone
The sun does bleach and sear
White skull through moss is shown
          The black beauty crow on wings does soar,
          The corpse picked clean it wants no more.

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Human or ObjectWhat is a human without dreams?
An object.
All those who have settled instead of going up,
All those who have given up in jumping over life's hurdles,
All those who think that having a dream is a waste of time,
Just objects.
Wind-up toys that keep walking and talking until they wind down.
Humans act and enjoy life until they die.
Humans live.
Objects exist.
Both doomed to crumble and return to the Earth they stand on.
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