The Call of the Wild


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




In a ring
Of wondering
If I could ever go
So naked
Bare to bone
In show of
Never known before
If this person
That I wear
Whose wearing thin
Could so let go
No covering
Of under or below
Let in anew
Beginning win
Let in some light
To see
Opening a window
Seeking what may ever be….
©K Barr



Hatred is a coat I wear
So you
Do not see
The tenderness so deep
In me
So I
Do not know
The disappearing loss
Of soul
Each time I look
To say I am

Anger is a dress I wear
As if to say
I have no care
Or woe
Disguise such cruelty
Of the fact
There is no place
To go to find
A self at home
And so
I wear apparel
So you know
I’m here
In seeming
Seams of dress
That hold the fear
At bay
At best I sit
I walk and talk
With you
And who
Beneath your coat
Are you
There too?

©K Barr




I don’t have no love to give

For I am Love

I don’t need no love to get

For I am love

I am the circle complete

The triangle angled

The square rooted

Who and what we are

I am without

The within

For I am within

The without

The shouting of a whisper

Thin and full

No beginning

Or ending

I am all

Of wealth no lack

With you in self


©K Barr


Babel Towers



If you

In your

Inner Instructs

To construct

To reduct

By upping

Your things

On your things

That’s on top of your things

It all come tumbling down


©K Barr


All is All…



Melting with

No movement

Into getting out of

Doing nothing

Less and less

Is done undone

Until the fill

Of full is falling

Feel the small

Of magnitude

Is dawning

Out of space into

No place or person

To recall your All

In All is All…


©K Barr


I Dent It Fit


Who am I?

Am I not my

Am I intent

Is what I meant

My meanings only

What I lend

To be this entity

That I call me…

©K Barr