furry overlord
brushes past in nonchalance
the distance of love
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.
Mid-Marathon Still Life
i’d rather fruit under flowers
at these wee hours
with coffee for the change that we need
but a beggar can’t be choosy
even when i’m feeling woozy
because after all i previously agreed
Draft 2
i still see your eyes
the only ones to ever
find my hidden deep
i still feel your smile
Draft
mosaic pathways
branches reach for sustenance
tattered blood vessels
the answer awaits
encircled circumstances
kaleidoscope view
the beauty begs not
the path of least resistance
We Shall Not Be Unmarked
little ones call out
bury the past if you will
our spirits still rise
Eye Spy
i know you see me
your camera eye tries to hide
i find you lacking
voyeuristic schemes
have no power over me
watch me all you want
you’ll see me live life
living it on my own terms
watch me all you want
Slow Death (Long Distance Love)
just kiss me softly
we have only just begun
slow dance preferred
Ravens Watch the Night
Odin’s eyes aside
Divine colors paint the sky
rainbow bridges shine
Lambs…Slaughter…Repeat
nine lives lost to the cost of living
eight days a workweek never done
seven times survival screams
six souls cannot be fixed
five more left alive
four bodies found
three ran down
two left
one…
My Blood Can’t Breathe
blue veins leave dark stains
your words become sticks and stones
bones fold into leaves