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‘REFLECTION OF DEFLECTION’

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.

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It’s all Gray!

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…

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He the Dark Man…

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!

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Oh, Monkey Me, or most My poems are about Me!

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!

 

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FEELING SO, INSIPID, TODAY, WHY IS THAT?

 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 !

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THE LONE WOLF

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!

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LIDLESS

 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!

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GOD HEARD ME

GOD HEARD ME!

I RAN AND RAN, TILL, I COULDN’T ANYMORE, TILL, I GOT THERE.

I SANG AND SANG, TILL THE MORNING LIGHT, THEN

I PRAYED AND PRAYED, TILL GOD HEARD ME!

I RAN, TILL I COULDN’T MOVE ANOTHER STEP!

JUST TO LEAVE AT LONELY DARK, THEN,

I SANG AND SANG, TILL THE MORNING LIGHT!

TILL, IT SHINES FOR YOU THIS NEW DAY!

I PRAYED AND PRAYED, TILL GOD HEARD ME, THEN,

IN THE LONELY DARK, GOD HEARD ME!

I HEARD GOD HEARING ME, THEN,

I HEARD GOD HEALING ME AND YOU!!

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Those Animals are called Relatives

DECEPTION SNUCK UP AND DUG A SHALLOW GRAVE.   WITH MANY MOVES AND CRUEL LIES, SPUN TO THE TUNE  OF PROFESSIONAL RUTHLESSNESS! RANDOMLY HEAPS DISCORD ON THE UNEXPECTING.   THROWS CONFUSION UPON SELF INFLICTING ERRORS AND AMONG THE  ATTACKS BY THE SNEAKY TWO-FACED ANIMALS CALLED RELATIVES AND FRIENDS.  IS THIS A JEALOUS RAGE OR BITTERNESS ACQUIRED FROM YEARS OF DISTASTE.   THIS IS MORE THAN MONEY, FAME OR REPUTATION.  UNDER THE COVER OF DECEPTION RARELY ALTERS TRUTH, JUST SEEMS TO DELAY IT AND COVER IT UP THE FACT THAT THOSE ANIMALS ARE CALLED RELATIVES!  HURT MANY, BUT MAINLY THEMSELVES, FOR TO BECOME OUTSIDE THE CIRCLE, HURTS THE MOST, WE DANCE THIS CIRCLE OF TIME, DAY AFTER DAY, ONE THING TO ANOTHER, TRUTH MUST BE THE FAMILY WE LOVE AND SHARE, LIES AND DECEIT GOTTA GO TO ANOTHER DANCE IN ANOTHER PLACE!

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DANCING

DANCING WHEN DOWN, DANCE ON THE GROUND, CIRCLE AROUND, STOP ON TIME, ALL IS FINE, DANCE WITH THE BEAT, LEADS MY FEET, MAKES ME WHOLE ONCE AGAIN, CIRCLE AROUND THE DRUM CALLING, KEEPS ME FROM FALLING, DANCING WHEN DOWN, DANCE ON THE GROUND, CIRCLE AROUND, STOP ON TIME, ALL IS FINE!