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My name is Jaye, but by all means do feel free to call me "Purple Wolf." Ah! I know what you're thinking....what a strange name for someone to choose? Well - maybe yes, but then again it was born of my choice, smile!
The name "Purple Wolf" was derived from my love of wolves, and my favorite color. Hence the name - Purple Wolf! Nevertheless, this is my den, so please feel free to explore and browse at your own convenience. I trust that you will find many things, of interest while you're here!
Within these pages you will find many of the things that I hold near and dear to my heart. But poetry remains the force behind my ability to communicate and transfer to others, what my soul has deemed worthy to utter, with love as its guiding light. Love - a boundless infinity that endures for eternity and beyond.
Seek each of you to experience and explore love and it's unlimited possibilities, without regard for retribution or complexity, and you will learn its true meaning - "The greatest gift from a higher power to give freely."
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By Luther Barnes They said I wouldn't be here today. They said I wouldn't amount to anything. But I'm glad to say, that I'm on my way, And I'm going more and more each day. For there were many that started out with me, But now, they've gone astray. But I'm still holding on. I'm still holding on. I'm still holding to his hand.
And i told him to lead the way. For the road has been rough And the goings been mighty tough, still I aint going Nowhere, I'm right here to stay. For I've been talked about and Lord I've been criticized. I had to wipe many tears from my eyes. But I'm still holding on. I'm still holding on. I'm still holding on to his hand.
I'm still holding on. Yes I'm still in God's holy plan. And I'm still holding on. And I'm bound for God's promise land. Lord I'll never- never let go of your hand. Though I've been talked about and criticized...
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Thanks for such beauty deep within,
Your words persists beyond your pen.
Traumatic times bang loud the drum,
Swings out of sync, life's pendulum.
Unfolds a wolf, of unheard hew,
Breath like the undisturbed morn' dew.
Has touched a parched & waiting soul,
Nourished by lyric's from loves bowl.
......Hubert D. Clardy,Jr.