Category: Poetry

  • What a strange prison we find ourselves in?

    What a strange prison we find ourselves in?

    We, the ‘Lost Birds’ are flying around in our cages and playing with our toys, as, the outside is blooming and the ‘takers’ are taking more, but, inside, we learning to love and be human, again, this sickness going to lead to a world more human and that’s trouble for all those rich cats…

  • JUST A WHITE LIE

    THAT WHITE DUCK RAN AMUCK, SHE RAN OUT OF LUCK, IN HER OWN LAKE OF MUD OF MANIPULATE, MISTAKE, AND LIE, JUST A WHITE LIE! BUT, GOT BENEFITS FOR BEING ONE OF THE PRIVILEGED CLASS, BY DECLARING HER STOIC GRANDFATHER LIED ABOUT BEING INDIAN! IT WAS HIS FAULT AND NOT HERS’! THAT WHITE DUCK RAN…

  • A Message from the Dark

    A Message from the Dark

    A very dark shadow follows nearby, A quiet someone speaks out of space close by, A quick something moves through the air, never alone even, if untouchable! if unseen! A star shines for me far away, the darkness utters softly to me, “I Love You, I Love You!”

  • Chaos

    Chaos

    At times, things in my life, get all mixed up, not knowing ,nothing, paralyzed, to the point of decesionless, maybe, knowing, way too much to digest! Chaos, confused doubt, gets’ me lost, but, who knows it all, it’s someone and somewhere I haven’t known or been to, yet!

  • THE TOUCH

    THE TOUCH

    THE TOUCH THAT REACHES YOU FROM THE SOMEWHERE THAT FEELING, YOU KNOW, FROM THE LOOK THAT TAKES THE FIRE INTO YOU, DEEP INTO THE SOMEWHERE, THAT SO, REAL, FOR YOU, THAT THE LIGHTENING STRIKES THE HEART, THE THUNDER ROCKS THE SOUL, MAYBE JUST THE GLANCE BY CHANCE, MAYBE JUST THE SOUND YOU FOUND, MAYBE THE…

  • UNDERNEATH

    UNDERNEATH

    SEEMS SADNESS JUST UNDERNEATH ME, UNDERNEATH MY SKIN, UNDERNEATH THE EVERY SMILING LAUGH, EVERY TEAR ROLLING DOWN, WITHOUT EVER FLOWING OUT, BUT, IT IS, NOT NEW TO ME, THIS SADNESS, FOR, I’M THE POSTER CHILD OF SORROW, IT IS JUST UNDERNEATH ,THE WHO CRIES, UNDERNEATH, THE ONE WHO TRIES, JUST WHO WILL EVER SHAKE THIS…

  • Life is a Lonely Trail, Sometimes!

    Life is a Lonely Trail, Sometimes!

    The Painted Face Smiled upon those Footsteps, that know the Path of Travel. Tongues Rarely Speak to the Eyes, who Tells the Ears what they will soon Hear. Anger Silently Looks to Kill and Passion Clings to the Immediate Choice, over the Mountains the River Slices through the Places of Many without Saying any Names.…

  • Mini ha ha

    Mini ha ha

    No, no way, that doesn’t mean a little laugh, but, waterfall in Dakota, from it flows the blood of me, carries the love of home, gives the pride of belonging, you can hear it sing, it holds the magic of the buffalo nation, shares life with all who have come here to this land, who…

  • Just singing…

    Just singing…

    Yes, first thing i do, is sing, inside my mind, then, let it outside, scares some and includes others, yes, this breath, this moment here, right now, for all the times before, for whatever may come, for the joy, for the sorrow, for all those who have crossed my path, all those who helped me,…

  • Dark Shadows

    Dark Shadows

    Just like that, sun shines, winds roars, dark shadow follows very nearby, without introduction a quiet someone speaks out of the close spaces around me, then, suddenly, a quick something moves through the transparent air tells me that i am never alone, even if i am untouchable!! Strong Buffalo