Positive Talk About SARS-COVID-19 (Bwahahahaha)

SOMETHING POSITIVE AND UPBEAT FOR YOU NO-MASKERS (unless you absolutely have to) THAT CAN ONLY TOLERATE POSITIVE GRIN GRINNY GUIDELINE GRUNTS as information; WHO CONSIDER COMMON SENSE TO BE A NEGATIVE INFLUENCE. WELL NO COMMON SENSE WRITTEN HERE. BACK ATCHA’ DEARIES
However, the BTW, at the end, is sensible.

It will be OK. 🌻 We just won’t test to confirm and then there won’t be any stats to count, hence no spike, no new infections. Viola!! 🌻
And since we know that two layer cotton masks work absolutely better than no masks, we can just slim down the anti-masker overpopulation and that will be good for everyone! 🌻 Hooray there might even be a surplus of empty housing … that no one can afford! 🌻
As for dead people, just say that any extra, two hundred thousand plus, in USA, dead people died from some other problem or co-morbidity and that this silly fickle (mutating) virus was just on the sidelines watching. 🌻
Don’t worry about any healthcare workers such as nurses or doctors or technicians or housekeeping staff, or any of those, folks. After all, risk is just part of the job. Right? Sensible people wouldn’t do a risky job like that, taking care of you, and other sick or injured persons. 🌻
There. All better. No problems in Florida. 🌻
The 37(+) dead in Nassau county don’t count, because they are dead already. 🌻
Nothing negative here. All copacetic 🌻 My goodness, even the resulting disabilities and lingering ill health are positive, because they are getting MORE, you know, POSITIVE, PLUS, not less, not minus.

BTW, It is OK to change your mind. Some of the best people have done so.
Keep in mind that old people did not get old by acting foolishly to endanger others and self, like no-maskers.

26Septmber2020
Agawela ©Bearspawprint2020

I should not have said stupid. I should have said foolish. Gonna change it. I’ve done plenty of foolish things, but mostly they did not endanger others. That is a criteria I took into account.

Into The Abyss We Dare

Twirling and whirling,

Into the abyss we dare.

Dancing with devils,

Screeching and weeping,

We sing out our song,

A new song of death.

We sneeringly mock

Our own hopes and

Our dreams.

Souls are trafficked

In an internet cloud,

For with clicks and

Broken hearts,

The loss of free will.

In the abyss we dance,

With the same ancient

Devils we know.

.

Bear 09September2020

©Bearspawprint2020

Dark Dance

Straddling fault lines,
We dance above the abyss.
There is no safety.
.
Bear 30January2020
ⓒBearspawprint2020

Heavy, The Air

Heavy, the air.
Weary, the trees
Whisper their despair.
Invading miasma
Of crawling dreams,
Drifts, dense
With unremembered songs.
Heat oppressed,
Unseen Loa cry.
Intensely sweet
Their unheard wails
Are entwined,
Tangled,
In blue mist.
Eerie soup flows,
Thick with voiceless
Voices filling
Unrequited voids,
Empty of regard.
Leaves droop,
Breathless.
.
Heavy, The Air
Bear 14August2018
©Bearspswprint2018

Perseids

An overcast night sky
Conceals shooting stars
And glory fireballs.
Lower clouds
Flow quickly,
While heat lightening
Brightens the sky,
Highlighting wet trees.
For a moment,
Wet leaves flicker,
Glistening white,
Then are gone.
Moving slowly,
My body displaces
Turgid air,
Heavy and hot,
Dense with humidity.
Searching through
The dripping canopy,
I seek flying wishes.
.
Bear 12August2020
ⓒBearspawprint2020

The No Face

.
I clothe myself
In the weariness
Of a new day.
Turning East,
Squinting in
Brightness,
I laugh aloud.
I smile unseen,
My heart beating
Away the lonesome.
Yet, I long for
The no face mask
Of darkness,
The ear stopping
Silence of sorrow,
Weeping and wailing
Alone and untouched,
In the vastness
Of forsaken.
.
The No Face
Bear 26June2020
©Bearspawprint2020

Warm

.
In the silvered night
Silent shadows
Keep pace
Beside me.
Bears, wolves,
Coyotes
Melt into
Changling trees,
And full moon
Flowers.
My fear
drifts away
In the silky
darkness.
I follow,
whimpering,
Searching
For the familiar.
Blackness
Covers me
In flowing waves
Of remembered
Grief, warm
And sweet as
A lovers vows,
Withheld.
.
Agawela 06May2020
©Bearspawprint2020

Hunger

.
.
A song never sung
Was silenced by an owl’s
Whispered hunting flight.
.
Bear 05May2020
©Bearspawprint2020

28th Anniversary

.
There are
Moments,
Intense
With sweetness,
That linger,
Soothing,
Gently touching,
Trailing ripples
Through dreams.
Love whispers
Of time passing,
A grief that
Is a joy,
Of what was,
Or might
Have been.
Other years
Are lost,
In sorrow,
The lonesome
Memories
Fragmented,
Washed to
Pureness
With tears.
Yet, our hearts
Are still
Shared, with
Words not said.
Unseen, we
Spirit dance,
Our love
Blending in
Swirls like
Wind,
And music
Entwined
To evolve
The whole,
That is us,
Together,
In love.

28th Anniversary
01May2020
ⓒBearspawprint2020

Starlight Stones

Together,
We dance,
On tiny stones
Of starlight.
Our pathway,
Illuminated,
Is between
Darkness and night.
Sweet scents
Softly sing
Of white flowers
Blooming
In dreams.
Each touch
Carries
The grace of
Eternal breath.

.
Agawela 21February2020
ⓒBearspawprint2020