ezmwolf's blog: "POEMS"

Out of the darkness shown a light, Out of the darkness you came into sight. Out of the darkness came a beautiful angel, Out of the darkness you came to untangle. Out of the darkness there appeared a bright rose, Out of the darkness came a sweet scent to my nose. Out of the darkness it was very enlightening, Out of the darkness you came how exciting. Out of the darkness there was no contraversy. Out of the darkness came my angel of mercy.

Into my life you came, Without any kind of shame. Bringing into my life a spark, You clear away the dark. Changing the dark of midnight, Shining you love to give me light. Like a solider trained to fight, You changed the dark to light.

As the days pass and hours tick away, dreams come and go day by day. Every thing crumbles or so it may seem, But for each new day there is a new dream. So when bad things threaten to burst the seams, There is always room for better and new dreams.

Lonely to be fates prinsoner in a cell, Broken and caught up in a shell. You came along nd seen no crime, You saved me from doing time. Listen to the bells that chime, Thanks to you I'm no longer doing time.

Search as long and hard as a man may, Pictures and words can not tell what love can say. Looking to the sky a man can send words up, But its all excting when he drinks from the loving cup. It springs feelings to life he hasnt felt before, All he can do is think of how he can get more. Even when he is feeling like he's in a slump, Its the love of a woman that get him over the hump. So when you think of giving up, Remember it could be your turn to drink from this loving cup.

I ran a long time with bad memories, I didnt really know how love could come acorss seas. A lonely road of life in this journey of that I was sure, But then you came, surprized as I was to be a capture. Even though I thought I was to be alone, You showed me this was not written in stone. Within a true bond was truly secured, Blessed am I to be in your arms I am captured.

Sometimes things arrive without notice, We often miss what they have to show us. Sometimes if we are lucky, and get a clue, It might come in many forms, like a shoe. They are not always right up front, Sometimes they are a slow bunt. So listen close to the wind and listen to the rain, So be watchful and listen close before you miss the main. For it could be something that can be effected, It always comes in forms unexspected.

They say that animals are monsterous, But truely which is really worst them or us? Animals only kill to survive not out of pleasure, So truely do tell, how can a life be in a measure? Hunting is a survival and a pleasure for humans, Out of all the species on the this planet only one demands. Maybe we should step back and look at ourselves. If the roles were reversed, would we be placed on shelves? So once again is asked the question do a species to disappear for good? Think really hard and long, are we really the ones to say what isnt to be or be it should? Whom is really monsterous? them or is it really us?

Just like sun swept mountain hues, Colouring the skies in purples and blues. Just as the ocean waves rise and fall, So to does the trees so big and tall. Everything always leaves them, It doesnt matter how what or when. These things in which I speak, do you know? If you havent guess by now always show. Impressions is the answer to the question, Now come on, lets be real to the confession.

Tracking up and down the beach line, trying to find what is mine. I walk here and there throught it all, rain and snow, witer, spring and fall. Bouncing around from day to day, sometimes wondering to and fro in every way. The emotions wondering and running wild, sometimes its hyper, and sometimes its mild. Hoping everything is accomplished right, when it comes to the end of this journey's sight.