I live in a past
you are doomed to repeat.
Are you sure about that?
Nothing is concrete

I swallow your present.
You are stuck in my orbit.
Your idea of free will?
That theory is forfeit.

I echo in your future,
a taunting voice on the wind.
Do you struggle to break free?
Just rejoice in my sin.

Those that live in the past
are doomed to repeat it.
Doesn't that depend on the past?
Could be doomed, could be blessed.

The people we meet in life
always stay with us -
some as beautiful memories,
and
some as ugly scars.

so the bear has become a companion.



of sorts in times of stress

and needlessness.



i call him darling sometimes,

not often.



some days he stays in bed ,

not often.



some people are witnesses, study

the evidence.



i prefer the bear.

Art is long
life is short
l'll not wait-
I'll go for both

how intensely they burn
their fires I'll stoke
I'm the blacksmith
I'll not miss a single stroke!

* poem mentally written when I was awake at 7.30 a.m. just now