There Was No Sky

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There was no sky
Above the day
Above the night
I learned to fly
.
Silent snow and mountains
All around
All around
All around
Silent snow and mountains
All around
.
Babies cry
Cougar screams
Mother dreams
.
Lemon thorns
Escape
Mother’s tight
Squeezed eyes
Sweet blossoming
Orange trees
Buried upside down
Frozen in the ground
Broken roots lash
Disguised as
Sleeping hands
Fear locks the door
.
There was no sky
Above the day
Above the night
I learned to fly
.
Silent snow and mountains
All around
All around
All around
Silent snow and mountains
All around
.
There was no sky
Above the day
Above the night
I learned to fly
.
Lemon thorns
Escape
Mother’s tight
Squeezed eyes
Sweet blossoming
Orange trees
Buried upside down
Frozen in the ground
Broken roots lash
Disguised as
Sleeping hands
Fear locks the door
.
Babies cry
Cougar screams
Mother dreams
.
There was no sky
Above the day
Above the night
I learned to fly
.
Silent snow and mountains
All around
All around
All around
Silent snow and mountains
All around
.
There was no sky
Above the day
Above the night
I learned to fly
.
.
Bear … 01.27.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015

BRUN  —   Vedergällningen  —  Garmarna

Red Hair Soup

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Once there were four red-heads
Living in the same room
One lived insane
One died mad
One was entirely alone
One was a child
.
One room with many walls
Many compartments
To sort all the words
Shouted singing together
In the floor sprawled days
Stirring red hair soup
.
Generated by their
Proximity to each other
Electric sparks
Lifted and tangled
Sorrel red deep dark red
Red blonde and henna dyed
.
Repelled each resided
In a diamond corner
North and South and
East and West
Inverted the four
Slept on the ceiling
.
The long tangled red hair
Felted together in hot hearts
Fused above dangling feet
Sleep walking in air watching
Six sleepless eyes unblinking
The child asleep in her corner
.
Once there were four red-heads
Living in the same room
One lived insane
One died mad
One was entirely alone
One was a child
.
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One was me.
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Bear . . . 06.14.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Sweet Manchèt Phrases

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What foresight
Is working
Through
Tangled
Language,
The distraction of
Forgetfulness,
To reveal nothing?
.
Is your love
A bitter truth
Requiring
Wakefulness
With closed eyes,
Unaware
Of spirit
Loosened?
.
What is
Organizing
Just below
Stubborn habit,
Numbing
Reality,
Hiding foolish
Love unbalanced?
.
Is righteous
Revolt
A futility of death,
Of chaos,
Of sacrificial love,
Slowly coalescing
Into acceptable words,
Into greeting cards?
.
An out of tune orchestra
A cacophony of
Worthless hopes, 
And sweet manchèt phrases,
Enèji sovaj getting louder,
Over whelming melanj mo ,
A wild meaningless crescendo,
Is this my personal madness?
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Bear . . . 06.06.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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melanj mo = word mixture
manchèt = machette
Enèji sovaj = Wild energy