Dierks Bentley - I Hold On Lyrics

Canis rufus--argute

   
   "Canis rufus--argute"

   Meaning shrewd, this animal, merging the gray wolf Totem symbolism with the myriad of meanings behind the Totem representing the underfed, skinny, lean, garden-variety coyote is a predator/omnivore filled with loyalty and sagacity.
   It is likely to thrive, highly, in the Eastern United States, and having turned over aspects of my local library, I learned, was independently schooled really, that there is government protection for these sublime canine-like creatures in North Carolina.
   They say when werewolves see the bright, passionate color of red they morph into man-eating monsters; regardless, Carolina Blue protects and nurtures these friendly yet skittish animals, and we should be thankful for the myriad of acres they get to religiously roam freely without a sniper's control of the fox in the cathouse, or whatever--ya get me?
   It's just nice to know that certain furry friends still have the right to remain autonomous without bullying, here in this awesome America.   Yup, long live the Red Wolf.   

Yankee Harvest

   
   "Yankee Harvest"
   
When the rightly wild coyote, loose and free, was in New York observed--
It was viewed over Grant's Tomb, not barking; moreover, not a yip-like word;
Nevertheless, with a head full of stalking curiosity,
The crafty coyote wended its weird way to the Lincoln Center with agile velocity;
Indeed, the coyote is severely swift, running up to 43;
Alas, be first wise, as Alexander Pope did write and surmise under the azure sea;
Regardless, have a beer for the General; furthermore, remember the flag,
For the Stars and Stripes boast of Liberty's brag.   

Bluebird and the crafty coyote--optimism in mistake

   
   "Bluebird and the crafty coyote--optimism in mistake"
   
Wishing with mud-colored feathers, the sad bird desires to shimmer Dodger Blue,
Diving into a sparkly lake to infuse the darker than azure hue;
Hence, because of belief and will; plus, a crazy dream
The bird morphs blue with elegant gleam.
The coyote sees--he too wishes to glow with the shine of blue,
And so repeats the birds steps and his fur is made the shame shade and hue,
Yet now he becomes proud of his cool mane, forging a mistake--
A lesson in hubris does revenge with natural paint,
Returning back to his stealthy camouflaged self, with a load of humility;
However, crafty as ever with cerebral luminosity.   

Camouflage Baseball Hats???

    
   "Camouflage Baseball Hats???"
    
   Bernie knows:  You need a .30-06 if residing in the radiant aspects of bucolic America, like rural Vermont or the thunderous Dakotas; regardless, you don't need a .30-06 if devouring the urban life in Pittsburgh, unless on safari every now and then.  He gets it.  A D-minus from the NRA.
   The Deer Hunter, a metaphor now, more than a movie; thus, I command its verbal font as so; moreover:  "This is this!  This is this!"
   Do you get me?  Drive a taxi when Hanoi Rocks?  
   Still, the rich getting richer.  The top.  How weird.  And everybody deserves respect, but to the dead--only truth, like Voltaire would recommend.  
   The Northern Europeans, and possibly, being a bizarre bit Nordic myself--I get the vibe.  Health Care for every soul--you will get sick in life, severely so, unless hit by a car or something ludicrous and viciously violent on four wheels, or the mercurial muscle machine crafted in futurity.   
   Just a Free America.  Once Again.  Like I used to say:  "It's a Free Country."
   Now:  Is it?
   Just wear the gear of your choice, splattered by the secretive hunt of it all.  You are everybody warped into a singular nation yet retaining autonomy.  Us, America.  And hell, I like Canada too.   

My Church Maren Morris lyrics

Pink Moon--April, 2016

   
   "Pink Moon--April, 2016"
   
   The Full Moon in Scorpio?  Possibly.  Check the physics of balance in your life; she is far from Terra's spherical nature, yet still glimmers with glistening gleam, and can light the path for true Lycanthropy--if it's not the kind that gets you locked up in the county pokey.
   Furthermore, a scorpion, a terrestrial arachnid, most varieties anyway, can influence their toxic sting, putting as much or as little as they need into you to defeat an adversary or get an easy, naked lunch.  Like a hungry, greasy man eating a cheeseburger with loads of Miracle Whip--him easily imbibing the dead cow and carbohydrate monster, even with a kosher pickle in a caveman way; still, he could rather munch elegantly, digesting with proper delicacy and consuming ease.
   So, remember to balance positivewaaaays.  The werewolf is not modern Urban Fantasy.  Sex hungry, carnivorous for human flesh, and just plain nasty.  No, the Native American Totems show the Wolf as loyal, friendly, and yet suspicious.  But can you blame him?  And without the Wolf to control the prancing animals; next, all the foliage is eaten and perishes without the benefit of Canis lupus; then, there is nothing but boring Mafia-like Vampire stories to be read for the eager adolescent to transcend his lonely high school days.   
   So take in the far away Moon, appearing still strong lately.  And possibly, you too will feel the power of a loyal dog, anointed by an aspect of the Heavens themselves.