The caribou feeds the wolf, but it is the wolf who keeps the caribou strong.

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Lone Wolf

I am a lone wolf
I always was and will be
I feel fine, I am resigned to this
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
Got my cares
Wrapped up all nice and neat
In my suitcase
Ill take it down the street
To a place with plenty of space for me
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
It blows my mind
That people wanna try to get inside my tired head
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
Nobody needs to get too close to me
Youll only see this truth
I am a lone wolf

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Fat Dogs Wear Well Fed Collars

the wolf cannot wear your collar
the wolf cannot eat your slave bread
the wolf feels a free wind on free face
the wolf hears all sounds freedom fed
the wolf must hunt for its piece of meat
the wolf hunts mountains where free rivers meet
the wolf will starve to death as lean winter creeps
the wolf paints landscapes scenes as death inward seeps
the wolf licks not the beast man’s hand wolf never weeps


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Feeding The Wolf

there is this fight
between the wolf and
the sheep inside the
hearts of every man

there is this man who
feeds the wolf everyday
and so inside him the
wolf wins, and then

one night the wolf
who is always hungry ate
the weak sheep and then
finally the man.

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Banished Wolf

Banished wolf chased off from her home
Banished wolf left with no place to roam
Banished wolf lies in the cold rain
Banished wolf tries to ease her pain
Banished wolf begins to cry
Banished wolf wants to die
Banished wolf tries to stop her tears
Banished wolf drowns in her fears
Banished wolf felt her world grow black
As her lover cried death just before the attack
Banished wolf licks her wounds
While her whole world is falling to ruins
Banished wolf cleans her cut
And as she does so her pain ease somewhat
Banished wolf wears her scars
Through a life full of years instead of hours
Banished wolf let the past be the past
Banished wolf left the gloom that it cast
Banished wolf lives her life today
And she would not have it anyother way

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The Lone White Wolf: The Hunt

As the first day of the new moon creeps into the trees, no wolf among the pack gathers to see the light overcome the darkness to bring in the new day except the lone white wolf. This peculiar wolf is almost solid white except for the black along the length of his nose. It watches over the pack as they peacefully sleep, unaware of his eyes that could protect everything that was soon to come.

Today was the first day of the long hunt for the white wolf. He must bring down an animal that could feed the whole pack for several days, so he could become an official member of the pack, but more importantly, he must prove himself to be one with the pack instead of running alone.

The leader of the wolf pack slowly raises his head like a turtle to look around to see who’s awake. He sees all the wolves are still asleep in a tight circle except the outcast. The leader doesn’t understand why this wolf sleeps alone nor does he understand why the wolf was born white instead of gray. The white wolf stirs from his wakeful sleep. The eyes of the self-proclaimed leader stay on him before moving off to look into the distance searching for all the answers to his questions among the countless trees.

The leader of the wolf pack slowly gets up and walks to the lone wolf and nudges him to sound the morning howl. It was customary for the leader of the wolf pack to do this, but for reasons unknown to any wolf besides the leader, the wolf chose the outcast to sound the howl. The white wolf understands and gives a howl to stir the remaining wolves out of their deep slumber.

Once all the wolves are fully awake and able to comprehend what today is and what it means for the outcast, they realize it is the first day of the new moon. It is the first day of the long hunt. All of the wolves first look to the leader, then to the outcast, then back to the leader wondering who is going to give the special howl to begin the long hunt. No wolf willingly howled the beginning of the long hunt because if the howl was bad, the hunt would go badly, but if the howl was good, the hunt would go smoothly and the hunt would be short. The answer is soon apparent when the eyes of the leader look over the pack to see whose eyes would meet his. None but one pair kept his gaze.

The leader gave a sign, and the wolf began to prepare to give the special howl that would determine the outcome of the hunt. A wolf could not open its muzzle and give an ordinary howl since the hunt would also go badly. To give the special howl the wolf must pull back its hind legs and brace itself to make sure all legs are securely anchored to the ground so that the wolf, while giving the special howl would not slide backwards during the middle of it.

The lone wolf was ready mentally and physically to give the special howl. Once his feet were securely on the ground, the wolf began the howl. The lone white wolf put everything in his howl: the pain of being an outcast his entire life, the anger at his individuality, everything was put into that howl. Wolves stepped back with their fur standing on end; birds flew away squawking bloody murder. The others started yipping and snapping at nothing in particular remembering everything they’d ever felt. After the lone wolf was done, he realized the effect his special howl had on the wolves and he noticed the disarray and confusion that he had caused.

The leader is satisfied and gets the pack into order; it was time to begin the hunt. The wolves began running, their muscles rippling beneath their skin. Nothing could stop them. Their destination was a mile and a half down the road where the large game was located. Running freely among the wolf pack, the lone wolf didn’t feel like an outcast, but whenever he began to get too close, a shallow snip on the shoulder would shove him away to a safer distance.

The game was just ahead; it was time for the lone wolf to prove himself to the pack. The lone wolf went ahead of the pack and picked one of the biggest caribou he could find and slowly approached while the pack followed. The wolves lurched like a bullet from a gun onto the caribou with the white wolf clinging to the exposed flesh of the neck bringing it to the ground but not before it got one last kick in. The kill was successful; the caribou was dead. It was then that the white wolf noticed the bloody mess of the leader of the pack. The last kick of the now dead caribou landed on the skull of the leader, and he was dead instantly. The sight was a grizzly one with his skull caved in and blood gushing out of the wound.

The self-proclaimed leader was dead with no next-in-line to follow. Every wolf looked to the now dead leader, then to the outcast, then back to the dead leader, and then back to the outcast. The white wolf met the eyes of each wolf and got an unspoken request from each one. It was unanimous; the previous outcast of the pack became the leader. For the first time in history, a white wolf was chosen to lead and will lead the wolves to a prosperity the wolves have never known.

2009 October

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Caribou

I live cement
I hate this street
Give dirt to me
I bite lament
This human form
Where I was born
I now repent
Caribou (3x)
Repent
Re-pe-ent
Give me wide
Ground to run
And foregone
Lets me knife
Knife me lets
I will get
What I like
Caribou (3x)
Repent
Rep-pent

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Were Lookinf For The Whales

(mags/pal waaktaar)
Night I left the city,
I dreamt of a wolf...
He came from where the winds are cold
And truth is seen through keyholes
...strange longins never sleep
Now hes come where no hearts beat
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry
You can start, but you cannot stop
You give in, but you cant give up
You can tell all your desperate jokes
To a world that puts
Love on hold
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now
...the sunken-in eyes
And the pain in his cries
A shape in the dark...
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now

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Cry Wolf

(mags/pal waaktaar)
Night I left the city,
I dreamt of a wolf...
He came from where the winds are cold
And truth is seen through keyholes
...strange longins never sleep
Now hes come where no hearts beat
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry
You can start, but you cannot stop
You give in, but you cant give up
You can tell all your desperate jokes
To a world that puts
Love on hold
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now
...the sunken-in eyes
And the pain in his cries
A shape in the dark...
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now

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The Wolf

You were born to privilege
Licking on a silver spoon
Think you gotta buy all your friends
Just so you can tear up the room
Your kind is a dime a dozen
I've seen it all before
A parasite in a good disguise
Just another wolf at the door
The wolf
Prowling in the nighttime
The wolf
Howling in the moonshine
The wolf
Gives you what you want but he ain't no friend of mine
You lay it on oh

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Werewolf

The german
Has “wer”

Say “vir” for virility
“wer” meaning man
“wulf” meaning wolf

a vir-wolf
a man-wolf

a man taking the shape of a wolf
retaining his virility, his man-ness

his madness
about his prey,

the brute that wears
my form and face
the werewolf
of my race

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The True Encounter

"Wolf!" cried my cunning heart
At every sheep it spied,
And roused the countryside.

"Wolf! Wolf!"—and up would start
Good neighbours, bringing spade
And pitchfork to my aid.

At length my cry was known:
Therein lay my release.
I met the wolf alone
And was devoured in peace.

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You Cried Wolf

You cried wolf once too often
You cried wolf, you made me run
You cried wolf, I caught you bluffing
Youll cry wolf but Ill be gone
If you need someone to love
You only had to ask
Instead you pulled a false alarm
Baby, just for a laugh
You can have your little joke
But when they see what you done
You will holler for assistance and nobody will come
You can threaten me forever
With the same old song
But you can toy with my emotions
Baby, only so long
Because the very next time
I see you talk through your hat
You will get no more attention, I can promise you that

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Beloved Wolf

Cry beloved wolf,
For the moon,
To shine it's light,
Run beloved wolf,
Run so far,
To the end of the plains,
Call beloved wolf,
Call to the eagle,
To spread its wings,
Ow beloved wolf,
Free your soul,
From the grasp of humankind,
Forget the pain,
that we caused you,
Howl for me,
When you are,
Once again free.

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The Wolf and The Moon

The Wolf and The Moon
By Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
The day is past and the Moon now rises from beneath the mountain to greet the stars.
The Moon smiles on the sleeping towns, their drone wound down. However, in the
forest, Life is still flowing full speed. The Owl fly’s his “day” begun, “Who, Halloo
Moon! ” “Hello to you Owl.” The Moon spins on his way. He makes many more
greetings to the animals of the forest. He starts to grow weary, and makes ready to bed
down for the day when the Wolf came to visit and talk as the animals and Moon talk,
“My good friend Wolf! How are you? ” Wolf jumps playfully to and fro, “I am glad
Wolf that it has been good for you! It is almost time for the Sun to come up now, I
have to go home.” The Wolf whimpered and followed the Moon. When the Moon was
almost home he turned to the Wolf and asked, “Why do you follow me? ” the Wolf
jumped and landed in the Moons hands and curled up with a tremendous sigh. “No
Wolf you cannot come with me, not yet, but now that I know you love me we will be
together in spirit, and someday you will be able to come with me to my home to live.”
For years, the Wolf ran with the Moon at night, and then they would part ways at
dawn. One day while the sun was shining brightly the Wolf, now old to earthly eyes,
faded to a wisp of mist from mortal sight, on the night of the New Moon. You could
see, that night, a cloud in his shape running before the Moon, and as the Moon grew
fuller you could see on the face of the Moon a shape like that old Wolf, you could see a
promise kept. The Moon and Wolf were friends, one entity forever.

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I also don't trust Caribou anymore. They're out there, on the tundra, waiting... Something's going down. I'm right about this.

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The Wolf Pack

Some hunt at dusk
Some hunt at dawn
We hunt at any time
At our Alpha's howl
We all join in
A prolonged, mournful sound
Then we rise, stretch and scratch
And howl some more
To discover whereabouts
The other packs are running
The caribou are on the move
Tired from their journey
Off we lope at a steady pace
Now's the time for feasting
But first to catch our prey
Noses high, we sniff the wind
For the scent of that sweating meal
Our luck is in, for here they come
We did not have far to run
We watch, we wait, patient now
Until we spy
A lame doe, stumbling
Then we give chase, scatter them
And singling her out
She struggles, belowing, but the others stay away
So swiftly now we pull her down
And it's every wolf for himself
As the doe gives up her life
We feed, we feast
There's enough for all
It's Nature's way that her blood flows
To keep ours pumping

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For Arj

that fox must know by now
that i do not expose the lies of the boy who shouted

'wolf! wolf! wolf! '

there is no need

the lies know how to expose themselves
time need not compel them even

i can always tell a Pinocchio
even without his elongated nose

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Wolf Call

(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Flip, flop with kay-eye (? )
What a cutie pie I see
Oops shoopa doo-wah
Lips of honey thats for me
Shim sham shimmie
I might forget you baby, theres no doubt
I saw you standing gainst the wall
I whistled and I gave my all
Now dont tell me you dont fall
For that wolf call
Just a little kissll put me in a whirl
Ill never whistle dearie at another girl
You love me well well have a ball
Why do you try to stall
Now dont tell me you dont fall
For that wolf call
For that wolf call
For that wolf call

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We Walk Together

An eagle that can't fly
Is no longer and eagle

A wolf that can't howl
Is no longer a wolf

A man that can't love
Is no longer a man...

I feel of the eagle and of the wolf,
I am the man who has lost his love.

I walk the long dirt road
The wolf by my side
And the eagle on my shoulder

Together we walk
All having lost,
None knowing what the future may hold...

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The Wolf

The Breath uprooted withers in the wind
Toiling within the wounds
See- it’s a classic curl, a spiral breath cloud
The wolf ‘neath is whipped
With wisps of wordless worlds
The wolf- a mountain mute memo, you-mime
A classic curl, a spiral breath cloud
The wolf- howls at the moon holes hidden in each hunt
The wolf – hears the horns and hails
An earth risen rose- to survive!

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