Poem- Life: What Will You Do?

Life: What Will You Do?

Chances are

You won't fossilize

Your skull will last a while

After your meat puppet dies

The flesh ain't you

It never was

The bones aren't either

They're just borrowed dust

You're a piece 

Of God's big bang

Not the cosmic one

That's another thing

The Great One splintered

Into billions of shards

One is your soul

That let down its guard

In a cosmic backwater

Near a minor star

You swooped down

Free will to explore

Among the creatures

You ducked and wove

Then, with a leap of faith

You dove

Two legged creatures

Scrambling 'round

Turned into humans

As we dove down

Splinter of light 

In human flesh

What will you do

While you're Earth's guest?

-The White Bear

Written early last June, directly from my head onto a big, freehand drawing of a skull colored with all kinds of colors.  I wrote this after getting into a lot of talks about Edgar Cayce's readings, the late "Sleeping Prophet," and the most documented psychic in history. 

 

Poem: Jezebel

Sunset over Palos Verdes, as seen from the north end of Bolsa Chica state beach, in Huntington Beach, California.  This poem is one I wrote about a punker girl I went out with for a little while, named Roberta, near the end of that relationship.  That was in 1989.  Another kind of sunset.  #steveemigphotos

Jezebel

The words that I want

Well they just aren't around

And I can't look into your eyes

And what we once felt

I don't see anymore

Like a ship when

The fog fills the sky

The moments they come

And the moments they go

But the right moment

Just won't come 'round

I can't go on feeling

Just how I do

But I can't risk 

leaving you down

You're all that I wanted 

Before I knew what I had

And without you

I'd never have known it

You captured what little love

I had inside

Even though I

May not have shown it

So here we are now

In the dark and the grey

Two row boats adrift

In the mist

Maybe our paths

They will cross once again

If not this world

Then in the next 

-The White Bear

 

Poem: AirFireEarthWater

A trail to be followed for those who find it.  Newport Beach Art Park, Newport Beach, California.  #steveemigphotos

AirFireEarthWater

A FEW there be 

That find the path

A FEW there be

That hear the call

A FEW there be

That wake up to

The mystery and wonder

Of it all

-The White Bear

 

Poems: "Play" and "Wondering" haiku

 My personal favorite of all the150+  #sharpiescribblestyle drawings I've done, "Tainted Love" featuring Harley Quinn and The Joker.  I had to sell this one cheap in Richmond, Virginia, to get a motel room, after a 7 night hospital stay because they gave me a drug I was allergic to by accident.  

Play

The world's a stage

Just grand in scale

Drama erupts

Through our travails

It's one great play

Go find your part

Some day you'll realize

The world is art

-The White Bear

"Wondering" haiku

In the grass I lie

Gazing at the blue heavens

I lie wondering

-Steve Emig (me) 

written at age 9

I wrote this for 4th grade when my family lived in a big farmhouse outside of Shiloh, Ohio.  We didn't work the farm, we just rented the house from the farmer who did, though we had to help herd the cows back into the pasture once in a while when they got out.  Since we moved nearly every year, I changed a word or two, and used this same haiku in English class nearly every year up into high school.