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

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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

Creations Dawn

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We grow our worlds

From old with words of code

Inherited these nodes

Decree the hold

Of germs organic fold

Of power turning

Over to be born

In yearning undefined

Unlearned Un-termed

Discovery in reach

Needs empty hands

Let go, take hold

Of what is host and dream

For all to seemingly

Ensue the new

Imbued horizons

Dawning long is due

For you and me

 

©K Barr