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Cold to the touch / this scene is a long dream / bio-luminescent submarine / keep it light / keep it moving / this whole dream is all of me / illuminating needles on the barometer / the compass of a turtle /
entente with nature / I am the mimicry / and the signaling / to breaking waves / to new possibilities / the new, warm blood flowing / in steady, sated lanterns of hope...
Alone here
In dark, impenetrable power

I'm named after my faces

"White light into seven colours"

Written directly on this
Prism wall

It follows a rhythm of my heartbeat

And yet I feel
I don't know me at all
 Sep 2020 Little Bear
nevaeh
i  l o o k  i n t o  y o u r  e y e s
b u t  a l l  i  s e e  i s  d u s t  a n d  f l i e s

i  w i s h  y o u ' d  h e a r  m e  o u t
b u t  y o u r  s c r e a m s  a r e  f a r  t o o  l o u d

i  w a n t  t o  s e e  t h a t  l i g h t
c o m e  b a c k  t o  y o u r  m i n d

i  k n o w  y o u ' r e  d y i n g
b u t  y o u ' r e  j u s t  s o  d a m n  b e a u t i f u l

w h e n  y o u ' r e  s m i l i n g
i'd fix you in a heartbeat, if only i believed it could be done. ~ more old poetry, because i used to be better
up on the big top step
the pass;
choose that sweet melody
listen to the noise
finest, exquisite & concept
cotton candy
share with others
twister that sorry that I missed her
acclaim to bargain a few
sweet nectar so sorry that I missed her


lavish crisp blue eyes
come at a newer surprise
look to the visible
a lawyer fell from the sky
pop corn & candy
everything is quite dandy
get ready to rumble
slip and slide
not anything to hide

game in the meal
on a spot vent taste of veal
on a hay day
spark your time alone
it's a big enough story
dishing out soup cause the common man was hungry
chili bent to you
teach the willingness
throughout the wilderness
luckily in a beem
social be wanna see
chock after a wilful dream
trapped from the body

love & spoonful to the end
given life in a positive clean
closset kingdom
with words that crumble
far from belief chorus
to pledge to more request
day after day with more respect
I'm a big kid now
cherish a red old rose
that was picked a time before
Autumn leaves
in the color of the sun
feed the Earth

Branches bare and gaunt
decorate the sky...
life in disguise

The crow descends
and observes
humanity in winter

Spring whispers;
crocuses stir
and meet the sun
 Sep 2020 Little Bear
Tom Turner
My doctor says I drink too much.
Coffee, that is.
What does he know about true love and such?

So I cut back, from six to five.
Pots, that is.
It's hard, but I am still alive.

But what I really fear
is what he makes me do next year.
 Sep 2020 Little Bear
CJ
eyes open
 Sep 2020 Little Bear
CJ
She wakes up with doubt,
with uncertainty.
With discomfort,
this impending gravity.


But then she remembered not to worry.
No, not anymore.
For it has been quiet and still...
Leave it to the wind---yes I will.

-c.s. (030220)
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