Your heart has teeth
To tear apart
Beginnings it starts
And eyes to despise
The things that it finds
It has made
You are waylaid
Make no mistake
So many times
In all those ways
By fate of the state
Of the harbored hurt
The pain and hate
You hold inside
And think to be
Your eyes so often
Only see what was
And sharpened teeth
Will tear to shreds
What it thinks is there
And not
Just what
May be…
©K Barr
The mark inside
The tiny spark
That sets alight
Your heart and arms
Your words and thoughts
Desire that can never
Be extinguished
Ever sits
Within and longs to meet
Itself without
That magic
May be dulled
Made small
Let fall
Deprived of space
Neglected and so
Starved of hope
That builds the bone of will
To grow and throw
Itself into the fiery light
It longs to be
Illuminate its fluency
Of constant motion
Oceans tide that drives
To highlight nuances
Of varied form
That never sits
Quite still enough
To be a thing
An ember dying
Whisper of a sigh
Surrendered
For
You always wish to rise
Be big
Become the blossom from the seed
Ignite your heart
To arm your words your thoughts
Which hold up bright
The right
The insuppressibly
Human light
That must emerge
We sometimes call it justice,
Some may name it love
But there are always those that call it
By another name
Necessity
Our nature
To unfold and grow
To greet the deed incessant
That in truth
We long to be and find
Outside… we can
You can!
First there is the opening
Widening into an egress and exit
Many senses to become
Many senses to go
All rhythm in rhyme
Time without motion
Swimming in ocean of
Of action with no heed or deed
Need leaning toward realisation
I rock
With the rocking of the ages
Wake as I fall into the oblivion
Of hope discovered within the losing
Of what was
Hard factualisation
Far too pointed to bear
Until disintegrating towers
Start to tumble
With the running, rumbling roll
Of thunder in the pulse
Pushing pull of another birth
© K Barr
This is the whispers
Of the tenderness of
Grass forever passing
Bending in the breeze’s breath
It does not break
Survives the test of freeze
It aches to burgeon bold
In waking spring
Of ripening sun
It is the one in all
And all in One
Growing not from tip
Of what it sees
And think it knows
But digging deep
Gets rooted in the earth
Will birth from there
Its future forms
By drinking in
The goodness
Found from storms that rained
So heavily
From up above
Its face has turned to earth
Its thirst are roots like fingers
reaching in the soil
Grains and dirt for elements
To build itself a
Form from formlessness
Born in the dark
Deep from the seepage of dreams
To weave the colours
Felt in blends
Of beauty
Never seen before nor known
It sows its resurrection
So like grass
We are
May we
Not force our growth
From the dead wood of seasons past
Poised on the tip
Of what we think we know and are
But dig our depths to make
Our own
A dance anew
of wind and wend
To bend and lift
In breezes blow
Let flow
From roots that grow
The universal
Flourishing of souls.
© K Barr
May I not break
As I move towards
My demon in the hope
Of taming what determines
To keep me tamed
Forever doing just the same
Over and over again and again
May I in turn
Not kill
As it will me
Again
If given the chance
Bury me in a coffin
Of its definition and purpose
May I wrest the power
From my own lifeless chest
On which it sits to crush
May I
Be just enough
To rise and wriggle free
To stand to find
That I am taller
Than the playful little
Naughty beast
I see before me now
© K Barr
Black on my back
Without any crack
But I can turn
Tipping over to show
The softness of my underbelly
Pliant, responsive, true
Never for tender
Only I can give
To you if you
Come close to
To lift my shadow
You will find a vibrancy of colours
Swimming in my soul
The motion mixing palettes
Never yet been seen
A tone of shift and Shade
Made in the making
Wave from welling
Swelling over form never finished
Molding beyond
The blank black back
Of what is veiled
There lies the sweetness of me
A fluidity of soul which knows
Divinity Of things not dreamed
This stirring of myself
This pot and cornucopia
Of wealth that swirls into
A curl of eddy flows
To you, if you, in trust
Come close enough to see.
K barr ©
Red is the colour
Of my moon blood
Bled
Seep Into the earth
Be fed
What feeds me
Now
Free flowing
How I know
The deepness of the love
That grows
When giving me
© K Barr
Many selves of mine will dress in hue
The colours that they find
In which to sing and dance at play
Are from the palette of the rainbow
Mixed into the canvas of the day
That floods the sky
With stars for punctuation
Mark when storm recedes
Enough to ride that hope
Into the unknown till its full
Of faces, form and graces
Racing to be born
© K Barr
Where was it
That I lost Time
Did it roll
Through a hole in my pocket?
Fall into the drain of utter distain,
Abstaining from life?
Did I crumble it absently
Like unwanted bread
Forgetting that
I ever may yet
Get to starve?
© K Barr
I’m re-wilding my soul
Letting to go
Into wreck and the ruin
Of what had been doing
Taking the seen
Making it glow into gleam
Of the saw for the soaring
The sowing to growing
The roar of the flowing
The seed of my knowing
Becoming to be
The life that’s moves me
I’m wild and roving
Not standing and holding
The dance of the living
Lives me
© K Barr
Darkness Smiles 