The Dove and the Wolf

What life I see for youths, these two,

A boy, a wolf, finds ancient truths

That Ovid Naso did, see, find

And in finding removed rind.

But dove, the girl, that beautied one

Did escape the one with gun

But only such with help of wolf

Who found and wrapped the dove in wool.

This avoidance, this escape was

Not eternal; she met her fate.

As this beauty lived, nay, I say flourished,

With this girls death, I say, died courage

And nevermore shall hope employ

Her sovereign over me, this boy.

This boy has lived, his time, though short,

Was long enough for him to court

That one true lover, that life that lives,

And his one true dream that life, it gives,

And without that life he’s split

And so from his he does ragequit

Sonnet: Freedom

Are you free when you escape the cages,

do you stay enslaved to corporate wages?

These questions are ones that I want opined

but even as I'm asking such, it's sin.

I know those who say, "yes and no." I rue

both, no and yes, as well and so I do

not know what I can say to be the truth.

All sides I see do share the same un-proof.

But what do I think when I ask these words?

We're certain not as free as be the birds;

are we though enslaved to corporations?

The answer: have we free imaginations?

If anyone can think that which he wants,

then suits and money do not have him bought.