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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!

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Shining Star

Shining Star Woman

She became her, their little one, our love one,

She wore it all in her smiles and shines caution and care

Wrapped up within as She runs and turns in dancing circles

Kisses and says all day long, “Dad, Dad”,  Her eyes light up like her Mommas’

She became her, Shining Star Woman, way before she was born,

Way back before, now,  She will always be that Shining Star Woman

In the skies of ours…  Strong Buffalo-Paternal Grandfather  8/19/17

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BEFORE

BEFORE DAWN ROSE TO BECOME SUNRISE, A LITTLE BEHIND THE MORNING STAR BEFORE IT BEGAN TO WINK AT YOU FROM UP THERE, THAT NEW ROSE OPENED UP, PETAL BY PETAL AND IN BETWEEN THORNS SHARP AND GREEN STEM ALL WET WITH DEW BEFORE THAT WHITE ROSE, SO TRUE TO COLOR, COULD HAVE BEEN IVORY PORCELAIN.  MY MOMMA JUST APPEARED, BEFORE MY EYES SAW MY WHITE ROSE THAT AROSE BEFORE MY EYES!  STRONG BUFFALO

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Loving Water-(Mni Wo Waste’do)

Mni wo waste’do, Mni wiconi, Mni ki wakan

Get the Loving from the skies, drop by drop, day by day, multiply, multiply it all!

May the Loving Water be full of Love, purify, purify it all!   Mind, body, and spirit!

Drop by drop, day by day.  Make Water have long life!  Make Water good!  

Make Water sacred!

Mni wo waste’do, Mni wiconi, Mni ki wakan

Within us all is Water!  Water is within us all! It is all within Water!

May the Loving Water be full of Love, purify, purify it all! Mind, body, and spirit!

Drop by drop, day by day.  May you Love the Water! 

May the Loving Water Love You!  May the Loving Water be full of Love!

Get the Loving from the skies!  Drop by drop, day by day.

Mni wo waste’ do, Mni wiconi, Mni ki wakan.    

Strong Buffalo-Sisseton Dakota

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FORGOTTEN

FORGOTTEN WITH ALL THOSE DRINKS TO GAIN A NEW MOOD, I THINK, SO, TOO, WITH ALL THOSE LITTLE JOINTS, OH, SO FORGOTTEN, NO ONE PICKED ME UP, FORGOTTEN, BEFORE ANYONE COULD REMEMBER ME, FORGOTTEN, EASIER THAN KNOWING ME, FORGOTTEN IN THIS LAND, OH, SO, FORGOTTEN, BUT, I NEVER DID FORGET, FORGOTTEN GOT FOUND, FORGOTTEN GOT LOST, FORGOTTEN WENT GONE, FORGOTTEN GONE MISSING, FORGOTTEN GOT WILD, FORGOTTEN GOT FORGOTTEN AND JUST FOUND A SOUND OF A FORGOTTEN SONG OF LONG AGO, FORGOTTEN AND ME, ONE IN THE SAME! STRONG BUFFALO-DAKOTA

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6 ways to Wake Up, Better Looking

 

 

    1) SLEEP WITH A PLASTIC SURGEON
    2) WAKE UP BLIND
    3) NO MIRRORS AROUND
    4) MARRY A LIAR
    5) REALIZE NO ONE CARES
    6) UNDERSTAND EVERYBODY IS BEAUTIFUL
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Poetry

THE BURNING HEART

THE BURNING HEART OF MINE, SO, ON FIRE, INSIDE OF ME, FLAMING, SO, OUT OF CONTROL, SO, HOT AND CHARRED, ALMOST JUST CHARCOAL, NO ONE, SEEMS TO NOTICE, NO ONE, CAN FEEL THE HEAT, NOR HEAR THE INSANE BEAT OF THE BURNING HEART OF MINE, SO, LOST AND WILD, NEAR SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION, A BAD FIRE,  BURNS ON AND ON, TOO MUCH TO HOLD ON TO, TOO HOT TO HANDLE, MY BURNING HEART, SO, UP IN FLAMES, THE BURNING HEART OF MINE, SO, ON FIRE, INSIDE OF ME FLAMING!  8.2.17 Strong Buffalo

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Miye Dakota-I am Dakota

I am Dakota, one of the free and wild beings, one of the good and friendly people, icke wicasta.  But, I’m only as free as a city pidgeon.  Like a solitary flower, living the life of an exile in my own homeland.  Like a warm rain showers’ touch, seen like the cool breeze, partly known, mainly the dream of unseen spirits vision.  You many wonder  what it was that came upon your presence like a slight headache that’s come and gone.  My wishes may hit you like a old memory, my desire burns still like the hot sun, yet, he who knows the secrets of mountaintops.  My bloodline held captive within this body by the worlds time, struggling against those who wait to laugh at the jokers fall or just another of the many too busy to appreciate what is taken for granted.  But, one day you will cry as you remember me, there will come forth a bright smile from your wet lips, a chilling shiver will run over your warm naked body, cherish it, for soon, it’s gone,  never to be again, never the same again, the one and once of it, you call it me, I call it Love.  For, my Mother was smiling generosity and my Father the quiet inspiration of the past who made me in love out of hates’ war.  So, take my hand, kiss yesterday, today, the family of life, the brother of all, caress tomorrow, now, for the messenger will surely change, the stories are always retold and the end always has a beginning.  But, meaning has an identity, too!! ” So, fare thee, well, my love, my family, my friends”, says the strange visitor, ” for our Goodbye was in our hello!”