BlackBear

42 year old, seperated, small-business owner; former truck driver with a passionate soul.
Singing, sighing, sinful, mournful life clandestine in dark woods.
Drunken, cloudy deep betrayal, trapped between could-not’s and should’s.
The choice before me and behind me, leading nowhere, erewhon.
Once loved, and lost, and loved-me-not; life like a feast of carrion.
A stain of light becomes a flame; binding, blazing, blinding; failing
Chained by her might, and darkling light, shreds of my soul lie quivering, wailing.
Yet in her tintinnabulation, she breathes the very life of me.
Therefore, I follow, willing slave; in victimless insanity.


For more information about me, The Bear, visit my MySpace and view my blog. I do daily updates.
http://www.myspace.com/rumblebear

Well, I used to. Now it is every few days, up to a week.
Today is April 28th. It is a very significant day for me.

Thanks to all my friends and co-sufferers for your support. It has been difficult to create lately, but I think I am back.
I closed my business, and am now looking for regular work, the big problem is nobody can afford me. Wish me luck.

Michael

BlackBear's Works

Essay (Spiritual)	2006-05-02	The black pit of...
Essay (Personal)	2006-02-11	My thanks to you...

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