Dervish

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Fervours fever
Dervish whirling
Turning evolutions
Wheel
Revolves its
Spinning round
And rounds
Creations song
Is singing now
No nouns It’s growing
Going gone
Yet on and on
Feel the heartbeat
Of the living
futures tumbling
In a throng
see such sunlight
Seed the greening
Force for growing
Sowing needing
Time is motion
For no meaning
Sense nonsensical
This dance is leading
Ecstasy
Exhilarations
Feeling right in place
At home
Atoned in grace
Is here no face just being
Loved and loving life
Is reeling
Peeling falsehoods
Daze revealing
Naked truth in evolutions
Revolutions
Wheels are turning
Changes round
Creations song
Is singing bold
And going gone
Yet on and on…

©K Barr

 

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The Call of the Wild

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Wild wayward child
Walk glad
The path that’s
Always never tamed,
Untrod un-parted
Started where?
Such brambles run to trip
Ensnare of thorn
That just may pierce
To make you bleed
You need your light
Your only light
Your guide will
Dwindle and dissolve
Into such pools of
Shadows locked in flocks
Of spectres haunting cries
For there
With reverential care
In every step uneven
Never knowing where it leads
Or lead
You even
Lose your wits
You yet
Had longed to shed
That self
Like worn out clothes
You may just drop
To let your naked skin
Begin to breathe
Expose like birth
Alone you never needed
false apparels
Never suited ways
That others trod the same
Your name was never
Thing unchanging
Always re-arranging
You are not the same
You are a traveller
Your heart
On grounds no one
Has walked before
Or will again
For it is told
That those who walk the path
That others fear to tread
Reap riches for all souls to wed
And more can feast of food
That ever satiates
The hungry heart
Become the Gods that shape
The destinies your fate
And not Forsake for long
The paths that you
And only you
With wild wilfulness
In truth can walk afar
Can make your own
You own and find
Alone your way
Where darkness lies
Are answers
Answer call
For after all
You are a willing
Wild child
Not destined for
What has been
But primed for finding
All that may become
Along your solitary
Wandering come
Intransigence eternal transit
Freedoms to be found
Within the wildness
All around
Walk free!

© K Barr

Will to Life

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Put me in a box
You will not
With your locks
Stop this heart
From beating true
To who I need to be
Inside the free
Horizons of my soul
You cannot stop me going
Where I need to go
You cannot stop
The wild She
Who dances
With no legs
You took
Who sings
Without a voice
You stole
Whose cornucopia
Is whole and overflowing
Not the hole
You thought to leave
Behind You when
You took this territory
Then
What’s mine is mine
Within I find
You will not
Stop my rhyme
Although you claim my reason
I divine
You will not
Bury me beneath the weight
Of might you thought you were
For I will rise
On through the longing of
My sighs my need
To be alive to thrive
Forever strives and strives
On through the barriers of you
And all that you erect
I am so perfectly adept
At this I am
Myself and all I will to be
In me will grow
Just like a tree
Whose branches
Graze the sun and come
In ecstasy of being
Me my justice just is this
You see
Before you now
The thing you could not stop
Your lock could never hold
My soul
I grow you see I grow and grow…

©K Barr

Beyond the Veil

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See through
Your veil
If you avow
To seek beyond
What you can see
To feel what you
Have never felt
Before those dreams
You never had
To find what you
Do love so much
It hurts to be alive
This ecstasy of diving
Into ocean streams
Of living widely open
Means to go beyond
Where you have been
To blow like leaves
Upon the winds
Of happenstance
Your chance
The future
In your hands
Your heart
Will always start
Again to care
To see beyond
The veil you wear

©K Barr

Shame

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Born naked
Born Free
Born without
A need to be
A bearer
Of such pockets
I accrue
To put the things
Of me into
Too heavy
To put down
So much it
Can’t be cast aside
Too greedy
That I just can’t hide
So needy
That I just can’t find
The innocence
That served me once
To be
Without this shame
Or secrecy
Born free…

©K Barr