The Wolf and the Shark

One day the wolf said to the shark,
fellow hunter, take my heart.
Eat it raw for all I care,
it is empty, sad, and bare.

To me it is a useless thing
that only brings me suffering.
Chomp it down and chew it up,
on my heart I bid thee sup.

And so the shark with pearly teeth,
from the Caribbean reef,
did just what the wolf did ask,
made of it a short repast.

Give me more the shark did cry,
why, its taste was so divine!
But the wolf had nothing left,
and crawled off, of his heart bereft.

In the forest of great trees,
he lied down to find release.
Felt no fear or suffering
as he heard the angels sing.

Then the great spirit did ask,
where is your heart, answer me fast!
Great one, I gave it away,
I do not have it here today.

Go and find it, then come back,
with no heart entrance you lack.
And so the wolf went to the sea,
but the shark was absentee.

So he wandered to and fro,
through deserts both sand and snow,
sniffing snuffing at the breeze,
running rapid though the trees,
searching through air land and sea,
but his heart, he could not see.

Soul Howl

I howl in fury and frustration,

Process of elimination

What's my purpose what's my station?

Stifled world, indoctrination.

Howling out in rage and pain,

Seeking knowledge, wisdom's gain,

Where's my calming soothing rain?

I am burning unrestrained.

Chaos, feel the need to tame

But something,  must hold my reins.

Entire armies battle round me,

as I sit amidst the Ivy...

I just feel so damned bedraggled,

As with myself I do battle.