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.

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Bear 09September2020

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The No Face

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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.
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The No Face
Bear 26June2020
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Warm

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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.
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Agawela 06May2020
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28th Anniversary

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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
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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.

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Agawela 21February2020
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Echo

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I am
The Blank Space
Within
Your Heart
I am
This Voice
This blowing wind
This katajjaq
Singing calling
Chanting
A whirling of
No words
Do you not feel
This Voice
This blowing wind
I am
The Banshee
Scream
The Blank Space
Within
Your Heart
I call with my
Twisted face
I love you
But what about
This Voice
This blowing wind
I am not dead
I did not die
I live within
I am the
Swirling
Empty Hollowness
Within
Your Heart
Should
Your Heart
Stop it’s
Pulsing beat
Counterpoint
Throbbing
It is I
This Voice
Wailing
This blowing wind
That shall
Drift softly
Away humming
Descending crescendo
Finally to still
Leaving empty
Drafty and echoing
The blank space
Within
Your Heart
This Voice
This blowing wind
Could never
Fill
.
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Bear … 08.01.2019
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old poem reworked
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