send up the flares
it’s dark again
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.
Introspection Inception
it may take longer
to walk around dark towers
i can still see stars
Alone All Along
entered together
forest morning still and calm
the journey begins
travel companion
makes no sound in early hours
i find empty shells
Ode to Morning Sky (Open 24 Hours)
words escape me now
i may have to hunt them down
blissful sleep beckons
inviting ground waits
i could lie down and look up
let the words find me
Hello Darkness
Light bends defiant
speeds in flashes wraps around
finding its own path
standing tall ready
impact never comes this time
another trick of light
darkness walks steady
absent of chosen pathways
mysteries abound
Self-Portrait
the mirror holds tests
pass or fail matters not here
vision must go on
Truth in Disguise
on the precipice
looking towards the bitter seas
what is left for me
horizon shores storm
nature’s lessons crash upon
undertow awaits
this call cannot be
when answers ask more questions
what lies beneath lies
You Can’t Punch a Puddle
listen, just be still
waters reflect energy
teach lessons of calm
take a deeper breath
like the gut punch never came
never be the sam
The Space Just Above
barren white alone
the attic grown hiding space
never out of place
trained from very start
you play your part well my dear
you always fooled me
Across the Archway
when two became one
elsewhere, i lost myself there
where poetry keeps
books were safer than
other people anyway
Neil Gaiman knew