The heart, mind and spirit of Amunet Wolfbane has finally been
brought to life through her own blood, sweat and tears. Like the
heart of a gypsy who holds no roots to grounds called home her
poetry holds no roots to form and thus, in permanent ink she has
etched everything from classic memories to contemporary
thoughts. With each turn of the page you will see just how truly
unique and talented she is as she comes to life one poem at a
time. These are her words, her tales, her stories,
her...Manifestation.
Amunet's book is being offered here, exclusively for a limited
time for only $19.99 (plus shipping)
It is a first edition, private printing that contains at least a dozen
poems that are very personal to her and will not be released to
the general public in the 2nd printing. "Manifestation" is a 6 x 9
inch paperback book containing over 300 pages of Amunet's
poetry from 1998 through November 2007.
brought to life through her own blood, sweat and tears. Like the
heart of a gypsy who holds no roots to grounds called home her
poetry holds no roots to form and thus, in permanent ink she has
etched everything from classic memories to contemporary
thoughts. With each turn of the page you will see just how truly
unique and talented she is as she comes to life one poem at a
time. These are her words, her tales, her stories,
her...Manifestation.
Amunet's book is being offered here, exclusively for a limited
time for only $19.99 (plus shipping)
It is a first edition, private printing that contains at least a dozen
poems that are very personal to her and will not be released to
the general public in the 2nd printing. "Manifestation" is a 6 x 9
inch paperback book containing over 300 pages of Amunet's
poetry from 1998 through November 2007.
| If you have any questions, please contact the author |
| Here are just a few of the poems contained in "Manifestation". |
Mystery Writings
Written July 25th, 2005
In the emptiness of my mind
I sought what I should do
to mend my heart, to live my life
and heal all of my wounds
And as my mind fluttered
pictures started to form
revealing hidden words to me
and thus my poetry formed
I don't know where it comes from
a little pain, some joy and sadness
sometimes a dream, a vent or rage
or even a glimpse at my madness
Sometimes I let you look inside
deep into the depths of my soul
but most the time it's just fantasies
that never have been told
I simply put my pen to paper
as my hand moves on it's own
and hope that it all makes sense
when it's ready to be shown
But should my paper wield
ancient symbols or forbidden things
sacred its kept or meets the fire
setting it off upon an angel's wings
For prophecy, does often speak
displaying tongues of olden ways
not meant to meet the mundane world
in such passionate displays
So now you know my secret muse
the voice that spurs the mystery
of words spun into poetic form
from my hand, for the world to see
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Written July 25th, 2005
In the emptiness of my mind
I sought what I should do
to mend my heart, to live my life
and heal all of my wounds
And as my mind fluttered
pictures started to form
revealing hidden words to me
and thus my poetry formed
I don't know where it comes from
a little pain, some joy and sadness
sometimes a dream, a vent or rage
or even a glimpse at my madness
Sometimes I let you look inside
deep into the depths of my soul
but most the time it's just fantasies
that never have been told
I simply put my pen to paper
as my hand moves on it's own
and hope that it all makes sense
when it's ready to be shown
But should my paper wield
ancient symbols or forbidden things
sacred its kept or meets the fire
setting it off upon an angel's wings
For prophecy, does often speak
displaying tongues of olden ways
not meant to meet the mundane world
in such passionate displays
So now you know my secret muse
the voice that spurs the mystery
of words spun into poetic form
from my hand, for the world to see
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Luminous Echoes
Written April 25th, 2006
Whisper to me, something broken
breathless nothings on the wind
secrets held within your fortress
soul guarded in shattered whims
Reach beyond material realms
claim the twilight of denial
twisting fate to manifestation
upon the curves of indigo spirals
And there I shall embrace you
stealing away all shards of pain
until you weep golden tear drops
forgetting sorrows of yesterday
© by Amunet Wolfbane, all rights reserved
Written April 25th, 2006
Whisper to me, something broken
breathless nothings on the wind
secrets held within your fortress
soul guarded in shattered whims
Reach beyond material realms
claim the twilight of denial
twisting fate to manifestation
upon the curves of indigo spirals
And there I shall embrace you
stealing away all shards of pain
until you weep golden tear drops
forgetting sorrows of yesterday
© by Amunet Wolfbane, all rights reserved
Enslave Me (Tangerine)
An Acrostic Poem
Written July 15th, 2005
Tantalize me, won't you?
Asphyxiate me with your scent.
Nourish the primal lust,
Grinding beneath my innocence.
Explore uninhibited.
Reach into the core of my depths.
Internally invade me.
Nectars await in passion's grip.
Enslave me!
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
An Acrostic Poem
Written July 15th, 2005
Tantalize me, won't you?
Asphyxiate me with your scent.
Nourish the primal lust,
Grinding beneath my innocence.
Explore uninhibited.
Reach into the core of my depths.
Internally invade me.
Nectars await in passion's grip.
Enslave me!
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Crescendo
Written February 15th, 2007
It's bittersweet really, your touch
cascading down my back invitingly
lingering at the nape of my neck
musky scents teasing the senses
leaving ghost trails of happiness
I wonder how often it's suited you
on whims of fancy, boyish charms
surfacing through an aged mind
promising illusions of lustful youth
yielding seed to barren hollows
Sublime frenzied fantasy, untamed
reckless as it travels light waves
deluded acts, justifying false hopes
in those feeling beyond the mundane
with hopes of love fulfilling lonely lives
When tears fall against swollen flesh
striving to sever insanity's mind game
and desperate hands seek warmth
will you be the savior forging a reality
or laughter echoing tattered souls
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Written February 15th, 2007
It's bittersweet really, your touch
cascading down my back invitingly
lingering at the nape of my neck
musky scents teasing the senses
leaving ghost trails of happiness
I wonder how often it's suited you
on whims of fancy, boyish charms
surfacing through an aged mind
promising illusions of lustful youth
yielding seed to barren hollows
Sublime frenzied fantasy, untamed
reckless as it travels light waves
deluded acts, justifying false hopes
in those feeling beyond the mundane
with hopes of love fulfilling lonely lives
When tears fall against swollen flesh
striving to sever insanity's mind game
and desperate hands seek warmth
will you be the savior forging a reality
or laughter echoing tattered souls
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Purgatory
Written July 20th, 2003
Shards of glass, my aura makes
As remnants of my heart explode
Visions filter through my mind
A love for which my soul was sold
Maggots permeate my tongue
Eating away the mouth you kissed
Blood seeping from every pore
As I'm rejected by the abyss
Doomed to stare in utter daze
At the life that I have missed
Chained in torture on the edge
Without release of death's bliss
Acid tears flow from the eyes
That were once adored
My womb cries for the fetus lost
When you proclaimed me whore
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Written July 20th, 2003
Shards of glass, my aura makes
As remnants of my heart explode
Visions filter through my mind
A love for which my soul was sold
Maggots permeate my tongue
Eating away the mouth you kissed
Blood seeping from every pore
As I'm rejected by the abyss
Doomed to stare in utter daze
At the life that I have missed
Chained in torture on the edge
Without release of death's bliss
Acid tears flow from the eyes
That were once adored
My womb cries for the fetus lost
When you proclaimed me whore
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Sacred Text
Written June 29th, 2007
Lapis silhouettes
breathe papyrus etchings
Mystery's keys
upon nature's foreskin
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Written June 29th, 2007
Lapis silhouettes
breathe papyrus etchings
Mystery's keys
upon nature's foreskin
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Courtesan
Written May 27th, 2007
Slow suffocation has eluded me
Dreams of family come and gone
Fanciful frenzy a secret doorway
My claim to fame, lustful songs
Ensnared, they succumb divinely
to flawless skin and silken thighs
Painted lips frolicking innuendos
Sordid games excite bored lives
Sins ease in moments of nirvana
Mirrored reflections, stolen time
Lavender mingled with rich musk
Happiness chilled in tainted wine
Scorned yet pampered, I do survive
A lethal thorn within society's court
Beautifully confident, silently amused
A primed vixen awaiting her consort
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Written May 27th, 2007
Slow suffocation has eluded me
Dreams of family come and gone
Fanciful frenzy a secret doorway
My claim to fame, lustful songs
Ensnared, they succumb divinely
to flawless skin and silken thighs
Painted lips frolicking innuendos
Sordid games excite bored lives
Sins ease in moments of nirvana
Mirrored reflections, stolen time
Lavender mingled with rich musk
Happiness chilled in tainted wine
Scorned yet pampered, I do survive
A lethal thorn within society's court
Beautifully confident, silently amused
A primed vixen awaiting her consort
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
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An Afterthought's Smile
Written July 17, 2005
As I meld into the energies
that transcend my soul
I ponder my greatest love
and how it made me whole
Then questioning the sorrow
and the pain it left me with
I realize without its’ anchor,
my spirit truly found pure bliss
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Written July 17, 2005
As I meld into the energies
that transcend my soul
I ponder my greatest love
and how it made me whole
Then questioning the sorrow
and the pain it left me with
I realize without its’ anchor,
my spirit truly found pure bliss
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Let Me Touch You
Written January 4, 2003
Let me touch you with my eyes
searching deep into your soul
falling into the swirling mist
sharing the secrets we know
Let me touch you with my hands
wiping from you all your tears
moving softly against your skin
caressing away your deepest fears
Let me touch you with my mouth
kissing away the pain you feel
taking you into a fantasy
enveloping you in a love so real
Let me touch you with my mind
for I know you can understand
sharing myself completely with you
showing you who I was and who I am
Let me touch with my heart
for this I offer freely to you
let us grow forever with each other
making each day of life fresh and new
Let me touch you with all my senses
sharing my life force with you
as we wrap around each other
our beauty completely fills the room
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Written January 4, 2003
Let me touch you with my eyes
searching deep into your soul
falling into the swirling mist
sharing the secrets we know
Let me touch you with my hands
wiping from you all your tears
moving softly against your skin
caressing away your deepest fears
Let me touch you with my mouth
kissing away the pain you feel
taking you into a fantasy
enveloping you in a love so real
Let me touch you with my mind
for I know you can understand
sharing myself completely with you
showing you who I was and who I am
Let me touch with my heart
for this I offer freely to you
let us grow forever with each other
making each day of life fresh and new
Let me touch you with all my senses
sharing my life force with you
as we wrap around each other
our beauty completely fills the room
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Complete Without Sound
Written July 29th, 20007
Cross legged serenity claims me
a harness feathered in indigo lights
A silhouette, quite crystalline
wielding sapphires invade my mind
Slender fingers start palm dancing
nirvana rising in kindred souls
The high, natural, a cool essence
elemental fires moving to forge
Unity bound without restraints
kismet connections completely sound
Divinity pales to transcending minds
seeking perfection in other realms
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
Written July 29th, 20007
Cross legged serenity claims me
a harness feathered in indigo lights
A silhouette, quite crystalline
wielding sapphires invade my mind
Slender fingers start palm dancing
nirvana rising in kindred souls
The high, natural, a cool essence
elemental fires moving to forge
Unity bound without restraints
kismet connections completely sound
Divinity pales to transcending minds
seeking perfection in other realms
© by Amunet Wolfbane, All rights reserved
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