Alright so I'm a little overconfident in the awesomeness that is me, but if you don't like that well I got two words for ya, FUCK YOU! I do wanna point out to all the ladies and guys out there that I am STRAIGHT. I can rock with the best of them and drink like a sailor. My goal is to live life as it should be, not as it is. Men die desparing when they live life as it is.

Here's some of my poetry. If you like it let me know, if not, FUCK YOU! You don't count.

Silverwolf

He shines in the moon like a silver lined cloud.
His howl, like a siren, is big and it’s loud.
His claws are the edges of a thousand swords.
His eyes are so steely, more steely than words.

His teeth are the pearls from a treasure chest chain.
He shines in the night with his silver lined mane.

God what a sight he is to behold.
I’ll remember this night even when I am old.
A beauteous sight to which none can compare.
He runs like the wind.
He is lighter than air.

He has the strength of a hundred ten men.
With a swipe of his claw, he destroys a whole glen.
He has the speed of the fastest gazelle.
There I stood, watching, being held by his spell.

I found it amazing to have seen what I’ve seen.
Especially since this grand creature is me.
It’s not a big sickness or some great disease.
No it’s not a curse, so I do as I please.

I’m happy this way except for a glitch.
The fleas can be murder and boy, do they itch.

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Bavnera

She is the winged angel of darkness.
She stands erect against the full moon,
Her crimson lips bathed in sanguine wine.
Her wings fill the sky with their inky blackness.
Her hands in a beckoning gesture call to me.
She wants me to join her in the slaughter, but my conscience holds me.
I cannot partake in the hunt, for she is evil and I would become such.
This creature does not know of love or hate, only the hunger that drives her.
She revels in it, my angel of darkness, my Bavnera.
Can she ever see daylight?
No, this concept is far beneath her lascivious lifestyle.
She lives only for her pleasure and in that she is satisfied.
I fear her, I loathe her, I hate her, I love her.

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I See Her in My Dreams At Night

I see her in my dreams at night.
Her hair, like a silk scarf, flows in the wind.
Her ivory skin shines like the light of a thousand moons.
Her eyes like deep, blue seas of azure.
Her lips are redder than the most beautiful rose.
Against the moonlight, she stands like the weeping willow.
I know in my heart that I love her.
But, is this love to be or is it simply a mere bagatelle?
An illusion brought before my eyes to cloud the truth?
For what is truth, but an illusion of the world we know.
She is too beautiful to be true, but she is the truth.
I can’t believe the truth, because this is a dream.
But for now, I will live in my ignorance and love my beautiful woman.

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Mother Nature


With lightning strike and burning fire,
Nature shows her fury.
Through torrent waves and blinding rain,
Through snowflakes in a flurry.

She sings her songs among the trees.
She warms with morning sun.
Her wrath is born on hurricanes,
Destroying everyone.

At night, we see her subtle charm,
As crickets chirp away.
Knowing we will see no harm,
Until the break of day.

She is a mighty mistress,
Her ways are quite unknown.
She is too often not thought of,
When the leaves outside have blown

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