It’s all gray matter, the mix of white & black, blended colors of words, lies and truth, the mating version of this & that, ends up somewhere living in the gray matter of the masses…
Suddenly out of nowhere, he appears, he, the dark man looms upon the scene, not dark of color, but of nature. As if a ominous cloud or shady vail surrounds or separates him from everything else. Like a giant shadow with a deep low voice, it booms out like a wild beast angry about to pounce upon a prey, “TURN THE LIGHTS ON!” He says, without any delay, I, automatically flip the switch to that demanding command. And, there upon all the walls covered with reflective mirrors, ‘ME’ looking myself,” So dark, oh, I’ve become!” shouts me as the clouds rain on everything else but ME, the Dark Man!
I was created in the state of spiritual interchangism, somewhere out of the religious dogma and indigenitys’ resistance. The child abducted from the womb of the Motherland. Surviving by societal norms and survival results, against all odds, the body harbors no ill will to the spirits’ legacy within it runs nakedly free without any worries of contact or exposures’ desire for it lives entirely encased in me!
HEED NOT THE SCREENING OR REQUIRE ANY INSIGHTFULNESS, TO HEAR THE ABASH THAT FINDS THE FINDERS’ HOME, IN THE LOSING OF A LOSER, WHO WINS THE LOSS, EXPOSES THE TAKE OF THE TAKER WHO GROPES FOR A REPLY TO JOUST A BOUT.
IN PAIRS THEY ARRIVE, TOP AND BOTTOM, MAKE UP FOR THE LOPIDIZED CENTER, TOGETHER THEY DEPART WITHOUT ANY FANFARE, JUST DRIFT ABOUT LIKE A LEAF ROLLING, WILLY, DILLY, FULL OF SILLY.
ALL THE WORLDS’ MERIT MEANS NOTHING TO THE FOOLISH, HEAR THE HUSH OF THE CROWD, IGNORE THE APPLAUSE AND TREASURE THE BOOS, FOR ONE DAY, YOU WILL HEAR NONE OF THEM IN ANOTHERS’ SOLILOQUY !
ONCE UPON A TIME, LONG AGO OUT OF THE DARK CLOUDS REFLECTING OFF THE CLEAR BLUE WATER THE LONE WOLF EMERGED MAKING A LIFE OUT OF THE FOGGY MESS! IN SPITE, OF ANY INBRED TRAITS OF WOLF PACK MENTALITY, HE TRAVELLED SOLO AMONGST THE MASSES, EVEN WHEN JOINED BY OTHERS, STILL HE WALKS THE SINGULAR STRUT DOWN THE NATURAL PATH INTO THE DEEP WOODS OF CERTAIN DOUBT PRANCING WITH THE DETERMINATION FORGED FROM THE SEPARATIONS WITH ALL THE TEMPORARY BONDS. HE LOOKS ABOUT AS HE AGES, KNOWING THE DAYS ARE NUMBERED AND ENJOYMENT IS TEMPERED BY PHYSCIALITY, BUT, ENHANCED WITH THE MATURITY OF AGE. THE GRATIUDE FOR ALL THE BLESSINGS HE RECEIVED THAT MAKES HIS COMPASSION GREATER FOR THE PERSONAL CHOICE OF ONESELF!
A LIDLESS CUP OF COFFEE, MADE TO ORDER, APPEARS UPON REQUEST, HOT AND BOUGHT, SOUGHT AND NOT, MY CUP OF TEA, YET, BOTH DESIRED ONLY TO BE QUICKLY CONSUMED OR SPILT UPON MY LAP, WITH A LITTLE FUSS AND SOME SUGAR AND CREAM. SHUT UP, YOU, INSUFFERABLE POET, DRINK IT UP AND STOP WRITING ABOUT IT!
It went off early this AM, now, they don’t ring like they use to, and are not connected, so, I had to find it, and when i did, it said, no text…oh well, i got to use the bathroom, anyway!!!
Strong Buffalo the Dakota Poet talks to the Society, tells them of his recent imprisonment, informs them all that he wanted to go, he needed to meet the Fat Man personally, for to the Dakota, face to face is the real connection of spirits, that life is circular, that death is part of the circle of life, that, now, the Society knows the who and why of whom oppose them, for staunch environmental and forever native traditionalist, were the large obstacle to the natural resource push, that this administration was going to go all out to get as much as they could, develop and process more than ever before, to maximize the profit, by dropping regulatory limitations and taxes fees. That, over the holiday, they had the grand council and ceremonies, that the Quiet Turtle had awoken, that it was moving loud and clear, that it was now to called, Oyate Hotanin or Voice of the People, that no matter what they were to be peaceful and strong in the resistance to the destruction of Mother Earth, no matter who, what or where to stay strong and true. So, it will grow and grow, that we will save this world, yes, or, we will or die in the process…The End
As, Thomas ate his quarter pounder, he kept thinking, it ain’t healthy, but, so hungry! The FBI agents who took him out of the cuban confinement, told him, that a plane was waiting, that he was to fly into MSP airport and they would take him home, they were ordered to take him and release him to his relatives, they had given him some paperwork, it said, that it was all a mistake, that the FBI does not have racial departments or units to investigate Indian domestic terroristic individuals, they had a check for him, for his time and discomfort. He gave them back the check and said, he did not have department to accept their funds. As, he met his relatives and friends, they told him that yesterday 210,000 gallons of oil and spilled in Marshall County, South Dakota, where is home tribal district of ‘Heipa’ (Beginning of the Hills) partly lies in, that it was possible that there was or could be damage to the water supply, most of it coming from aquifer way below. They didn’t know if it was just a accident or intentional released. The camp and homes of many of the society were immediately affected, and construction was halted, he called his friend, who told him that he would send 100 portable housing units with a generator complex with attached water system, all solar and wind energy sourced, on it’s way as they spoke, he hung up the phone and told his son, lets go, we must get out there, that pipelines to north and south were okayed that increased oil transportation was going on, that they were stockpiling oil in the depots of Superior and Illinois. That there were several individuals who had to be separated from the Society, they were undercover. The letter said, cointelpro was not a part of the federal government anymore, since the 70’s, but he knew different, they just changed the title and shifted personnel to other agencies. He made another call, to one of the twins, she said, “Yes, they were checking on the wild rice, berries and plants in the area, they were so glad he was back, and that as soon as he got back to the rez to call her, she laughed as he said, he wanted some commidity cheese, that he dreamt of it, she just laughed…He realized that they all were under watch because of their connection to the land and that they had alternative opinions and ways of dealing with the earth and it’s resources, like his electric car, it was charged and had just enough to get back the 200 miles west. From all the world, people were returning to begin the ceremonies of the Quiet Turtle Society, that there had not been a full and complete services in over 40 years…the anticipation grew each mile he travel, ah, home, i miss it so much, my Mothers land, the hills, the coulees and the lakes of northeastern South Dakota, home is where the heart is, where it comes from, and Heipa is his home and he was going home!
The old man remained so calm, so relaxed, thought the army guard, he hasn’t eaten in days, has no one, been interrogated for hours on end, that fat guy, he is the worst, wow, what kind of questions he asked, like are you angry that Leonard Peltier in prison this long? Did you order the execution of Anna Mae Aquash? Weren’t you at Alcratraz, Wounded Knee, Standing Rock Dapl and talking bad about the government all over the world for the last fifty years? He would say, yes, and was proud to be there. The fat one would get excited, damnit, we know your violent, don’t give us this spiritual stuff, peaceful elder, yeah, right, he answered, 210,000 gallons just spilled in South Dakota, how did you know that? Did you sabatoage that? That money you got from Yemeni was from militant group of terrorists, underneath Save the Children guise, you ain’t fooling us, they sent you money to due harm here, didn’t they. No, I am not a terrorist, my Dakota ways will not allow me to do these things you accuse me of, i follow our traditional way, we are related to all that is living, i work for peace in this world, for peaceful love for our Mother Earth, I am not what you say, Mr. Durham, are you not the agent who is head of anti Indian/Environmental unit of the FBI? We know what you have did, we know the ones you send to us to listen, to do bad things that will get us in trouble, but, it will not work, soon, they come to take me away from here, away from you, Sir, I pray for you, that you have good health and happiness…So, you think, you can use that indian voodoo crap on me, curse me or get me sick by some devious trick of your redskin devil ways, your not holy, not christian, not american, not a good man…i pray for you, Jimmie, your so lost, in your mind, in your work, inside your miserable with no one, you don’t even have a dog to love or that will love you, that TV, that computer, they will not love you, your so alone, you need a ceremony, wiping to the tears, you cannot see the cloud around you, it is like a shadow on your flesh. The guard was told that people were coming, who just landed at the helicopter pad, two people with papers, just said release him, Durham, were taking him back to his people, now! The old Dakota, just prayed and sang, and as they took off his restraints, he said, think, we could make a stop @ the drive thru of McDonalds?