Alone with the howl,
like a secret siren
that will not be heard:
that lost pearl,
this misted moon,
that blood smear
on an innocent white belly,
that torn top button.

Who stole happiness?
Can you dance it back
with drums?
Drink it back in potions?
Slam it back with your
head against a dirty wall?

Twenty tin soldiers
on a hardwood floor;
a ballerina with a broken toe;
a rubber yellow duck
melted amidst broken glass
cry out to be remembered
as something more than real.

Who said we must dream
these fostered dreams?
And who says they are actual?
Time is working now
against time,
and the whole thing has shattered,
though we are still playing
house and grownup
with the pieces.

A million lost children
are frantically trying to fix their tricked minds,
having been diagnosed and tranquilized
because they dreamed of magic beauty
and dared to paint their skin
yellow, or blue
with crying, silk rainbows.

Soon, the awakening will happen,
for it’s been written in the sky
by a thousand blind prophets,
martyrs, pure-hearted heretics,
and women who tore off their clothes
to dance wild dreams alive
in pink flesh and paint.

And the children will come home
through the howl they will embrace
to open the lost door
into the wild, innocent beauty
they knew in their
dreaming, golden bones
was true.


About Blake Steele

I am a poet, writer, workshop leader, recording artist... half monk, half pirate, passionate for Life and Love to triumph in the world. I'm American by birth, but am living in Sweden for a while: writing, growing, deepening with amazing, open-hearted people, as well as developing Wild Words Creative Writing Classes and Wild Souls Workshops around the world.
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  1. i read a positive ending to this which i like, blake… 😉
    the innocence


    • Blake Steele says:

      Thanks, Robin. That’s beautiful. To see this primal innocence shine in the human eye, especially after going through the school of life experience, is astonishing. But everything is pure except mankind, so hopefully it will not be so rare in the future as more and more people wake up to the higher potential we all hold within. Much good to you!


  2. libramoon says:

    take space to journey outward

    Emerging Visions visionary art ‘zine #19 “Spacing Outward”

    has emerged
    for your pleasure


    ~ and share ~


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