Little Bear

milkwood in droplets,
latte of literature,
cappacino of verse.

yes,
and no,
ouija board.

Rain blusters from where?
Shiny hair,has no wetness.
Pixel perfection.

Snow dances on snow,
Cool skin with pink soulful eyes.
Purity of line.

Black hole swallows whole,
Stars whirl in velocity,
eyes stare at ceiling.

Lacey wings in spring,
beating hard for all the world,
butterfly begins.

Positive vibing,
our forcefield of energy,
crack the freedom stones.

Born to blizzard’s son,
A moment of stillness alive,
Tears burn her white face.

Why does the truth so much neglect
I see her giving evil all respect
Darkness pressing cold like stone
I do not try to be perfect; but nor
Does the truth leave me alone

Injustice gives the truth to me
I can’t believe my eyes dorst see
She wraps my heart; put out the star
My goals she blocked will never be
Shadows once a glimpse so far

Like smog she presses; feels like ice
Surrounding one in black disguise
Hopeless lost nowhere to go
Then finally you meet her vice
After which nothing’s left to show

Striking from the sky above
All fears unleashed; there is no love
And shrink you will and must you do
Covered by the truth; be though
This is where you’ve been taken to

Silence rules the air