feet find gravel flaws
soles would seriously singe
this surface now stings
propagandapoet
Bear Wolf is a Shawnee Gypsy Jew social justice humanist who sees tattoos as physical manifestations of emotional scars and lost count of his somewhere around 20. “This world makes no sense to me, so I make music and poetry.” For more poetry, music and storytelling, check out https://changelingstudios.bandcamp.com/album/haiku-tanka-senryu-oh-my For more of his many performance personas look up Changeling Studios on both YouTube & SoundCloud.
Brain Fog
just clearing the way
may the bridge finally see
forge the better path
afar is too far
distance spans towards happenstance
anxious fears steer clear
frozen glass glazes
gravity pulls clarity
i can see the bridge
Soul Capsule
i buried you here
why are you rising again
i do not want you
this haunting won’t end
you pretend to be my friend
reopening wounds
you come all too soon
i never recognize signs
so i fight against
keep calling me out
resurgence and rebirth please
may i someday sense
Peaceful Respite
baptized by music
communing with poetry
these are my churches
laid back in waters
soaking in our creations
cleansing my new skin
shedding the old ways
the barricades from within
once again begin
Evolutionary Souls
yes, it can happen
dance all together with god
angels on pinheads
together in sin
support group for survival
we can win as one
living in silence
evolves into days filled with
poetry and song
Panoramic Picturesque Peaks
i want to live there
where the air is crisp and clean
where cliffs kiss the clouds
Chrysalis
Sing me butterfly
your wings take me far away
dream of better days
sing me butterfly
your colors vivid in praise
of a better life
sing me butterfly
in your metamophosis
you enlighten me
on butterfly wings
i shall fly again towards you
majesty of new
Bridging the Gap
There i was again
wondering where i was then
knowing now is gone
another long sigh
another long goodbye for
the lessons of youth
as truth burns my soul
i want to once again know
the joy of unknown
The Island of Unseen Things
Why disguise the lies
history books may deny
oral traditions
while native children
rise again to remind us
past crimes are still here
don’t let fear they breed
continue to bury truth
remains will be seen
Beware Rose Colors
Barriers are just
glass panes we use to view life
through glass pain lenses
we create senses
to make sense of self framed by
the life we may lose
so choose wisely, friend
or your end may only have
shatters of stained glass