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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."

 

Temet Nosce  "Know Thy Self"

Love ~ Purple Wolf~





 

 

"To truly love another simply means that you must first forge a common bond between two unique, yet separate individuals.  For only then...will you experience and understand the true essence of love."  ~~Purple Wolf~~








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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.









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