Always let the horse drink from the water.
Always pick up the doggie poop! Be quiet in the hunt of buffalo. Be cautious with your smart phone. Teach children not to cry at night. Teach children not to talk to strangers. Grandma made dandelion wine. Family OD’ing from heroin.
I am so tired of all the same old shit, happening over and over again, damn, don’t they every learn? Same old crap, it stinks so bad, no air freshner will work or no fixer upper make it better, cept for me or a good friend, maybe, ah, oh, done all them dirty dishes, piled up so high and crusted over, finished, done, clean, over with, life is good! 1.18.18 Strong Buffalo
Placed a seed deep into your soul, planted a good thought way into your mind, shared a healthy emotion far into your heart and the off spring jumps out of the embryo all alive called ‘Hopeful Love Forever!!!’ For Evil does die quickly…Strong Buffalo 1.16.18
She fell into my embrace, like I had never left, she hugged me and wouldn’t let go, “You haven’t changed much, still smell the same, but, i don’t want to wait another ten years for your next hug!” i just kissed her and said,” Embraces are just the end of a spirits journeys.” She kissed me back and said, “This night is going to last me a lifetime!” Then the interweaving of souls began the common dance of this uncommon connection. Our bodies melted into each other, our minds floated into the same channel, our spirits knew they would fly together from now on, no matter where they were. The night slipped by way too fast and the morning light return as i closed her door this morning. On my way back to the workshop conference i had came out here for started, i cried all the way back in the sunshines’ shadow. Same light rail carried me away as i wondered how long it would take to get my next hug from her would take?
Gee, it’s cold, oh, so cold, so osni, ask Ann Bancroft, the explorer about a photo of her on top of Mt. Denali, i said it must be cold there, she said, like it is outside here now! Makes me thankful for the heat, a place to keep warm, and, it is my home, makes you wonder why home is in such a cold place. Oh, well, stay warm and may love touch you all!
LOVE IS A CRAZY NUT TO CRACK! SUDDENLY IT APPEARS, IT REMAINS FOR A MOMENT, OR MAYBE, EVEN A LIFETIME, OR SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL OF THAT. SO SWEET, SO GOOD, SO BAD, SO WRONG, MAYBE IT TURNS OUT TO BE, NOT SO GREAT, AFTER ALL, GOES AWAY, TO ANOTHER, MAYBE, TO JUST AROUND THE TWISTED CORNER AND WAITS TO PAIN YOU, OR GOES DEEP TO STAY SO TRUE, SO CRAZY, SOMETIMES MAKES YOU GET SO CRAZY, MAYBE YOU LOVE SOMEONE WHO IS ALREADY CRAZY. LOVE IS A CRAZY THING, NEVER REALLY THE SAME, BUT, FOR SURE, IT’S CRAZY IN LOVE, IT CAN MAKE ONE GO CRAZY!!!
Another season, i don’t get older, always been old. Mother asked me to allow for her to rest some of the year, so, I made winter with its snow, ice, wind chill! i made the cold, so, everybody would be nice to each other. Made the moon be bright, so, everybody can see why they should be thankful. I made the north star, so, you wouldn’t get lost, the northern lights, so, you would love me too, even, if your freezing cold and numb!
“Standing on the footsteps of before, memories explode, unfolding like yesterdays’ sheets, I sit at dusk, like a bird, preening myself, as the sun sets. Seeing what happened, knowing that’s over, waiting for the next to arrive, comfort knows anxiety.”
“With a flash of a lash, a whiff of years, pealed off me, like a potato going to the boiling pot! A smile insured more, as eyes connect like a lazer beam making conact with some material, it didn’t matter that i had long ago gave up on love and even random sex, lust forgets reality, overlooks maturity, yes, she must be absolutely wonderful or so my thoughts tell me.”
“Cloudy mind floats without a direction, accidents occur with random selection in control, encounters happen, lost chances go by unnoticed, last gone except for a number and giving a lot of what I wanted doesn’t earn much interest. Tired body struggles with hesitation, “Why the Cowboy Hat? Why Not says Me! My bag rolls in every direction, my mind doesn’t agree with my heart, united in difference, occupy joint space, heading back to the cold of alone like a empty mine.”
Can One remember 100%, One Hundred percent, surely, there must be some forgotten, there must be something not remembered, it must be imbeded somewhere, it must be implanted somehow, yet, if One is intact, functioning on all cylinders, does it matter, if not all accounted for? If not recorded with no collaborating witness, is it a viable element, is it a creditable part of the whole. But, is not LIFE, the sum of one, minus some and plus way much more! Tatanka Ohitika-12.29.17 St. Paul, MN.
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…