Wild animals cavorting in the night,

our souls howling at the moon,

we wander where others dare not,

not afraid of shadows within.


We gaze upon the stars,

species memory of eons past,

forward, but back, always.

Does the search have an end?

The dance a goal?

Yes it does have an end...and a goal. Unfortunatly for us it can only be seen from above and in no-time...and we are way down below and stuck in linear time.

Excellent poem, Naked Wild Man.

excellent. i applaud you, naked one.

doesnt anyone else have any props for the wildman?
Its a wicked poem!

That was a good poem. Meaningful.

<font color="red">Very good, naked man! [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img] </font>


<font color="green">see ya!</font>

Nice poem, but where are the wild naked WOMEN?

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Naked Wild Man:
Wild animals cavorting in the night,

our souls howling at the moon,

we wander where others dare not,

not afraid of shadows within.


We gaze upon the stars,

species memory of eons past,

forward, but back, always.

Does the search have an end?

The dance a goal?<hr></blockquote>

Wow, this is great.

Love your username also, Naked Wild Man. Very appealing! [img]smile.gif[/img]

Thanks for the feedback, everyone :)

There is plenty more where that came from, hiding in the depths of my unconscious.

Put your cloths on, calm down, and check your PM's...lol.