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Say Those Prayers

Sadness gathers at my door this bright morning, off, I walk to the oceanside to collect some sandy shells, click them together as i wiggle my toes in the shore.
Worry lingers around my world, like fog on water, in the morning, so, off, i go to the end of the hills, which is really the beginning of the hills, where there are no more worries, collect some wild sage, so, sweet in the air. i throw it up into the strong wind, praying for them, for their good health and happiness. Joy rides with my dreams, happy collects some warm sunshine, leaves it on my shoulder, so, off, I run blindly at nighttime with shadows that form a staggered trail in the dark sky, like a airplane in the daytime. Those who gather collect the rewards of their endeavors, those lost hunters find game, inspite of the killing part, tolerance not given much of a chance, patience ran out of time, prior to conception or the preys’ demise, so, off I am to say those prayers, again and again, each time, for each of them, overtime more till it seems, to say those prayers, is a way of life. Those prayers
of all of them, sent off to that one knows not where, just send it off into the unknown to the unknown, so, off, i am with to say those prayers!!!

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BREATHE, DAMNIT!!!

Think, think, use that frontal lobe of your hard head, use the logical side of logic, hurry, hurry, before anger sets in and realizes itself to be real.  Quick, quick before hurt,  knows it’s hurt, breathe, breathe, in and out, calm down, be rational, shit, shut up, emotional override taking over, oh, no, here, is that habitual releasing continuing to increase as the past becomes enraged again.

Think, think, okay, alright, all wrong, please, please don’t get too excited, don’t incite that rage, stop, stop, the pain from requiring any thoughts that will realize, realize, it’s full of pain, to begin with, ah, too late, just too late,

(If needed: deep breaths. In through your nose for a count of three; out through your mouth for six)

 

Angry rises like yeast bread in the oven of our being, seems like all the pain of the past, remains there, dormant or unresolved, adds up, accumulates and develops almost by itself or manages itself with habits and methods, somehow it grows, that it knows you better than you know yourself!  Anger management is required in some cases, and others, it goes along within your life, under the radar or without any major eruptions.  To be a abused or a abuser, to be hurt or to be hurtful are in the register of human occurrence.  How we regulate and control our anger or the anger around has lot to do with the condition of our wellbeing.  A lot of the time, it is out of our personal control, sometimes it is within our personal control.  Anger needs to acknowledged and dealt with, one needs to be retrospective and observant, we cannot push it all under the rug of our existence or turn the cheek to it, for it, that anger, is just a step away from rage, a short way from madness and not far from calm.  Woniya Wakan is Dakota for Holy Air, the breath, spirit, life, renewal, all the same, woniya wakan, so, breathe, let it out, let it in and it will help…listen to the air, hear it, feel it, smell it, see it, it is sacred and precious, it is the spirit moving it is life, so, breathe, breathe….

 

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Us Birds!!!

The Crow shouts out, into the empty air, to whomever can hear! Or, within listening range. “I’m here, I want that, get away!” The Bluejay imitates the attacking Hawks’ call, so, well, as to have the feeder all alone and it works, so
good, the passing Hawk, starts looking for the prey. The Cardinal tells me, “I’m pretty, so pretty!” The Sparrow gathers in my hedge, with so many others of it’s kind, yelping around and just making a whole bunch of noise, shouting, “Tom, Mr. Orange will tweet again, tonight @ 3am! He’s just about $$$$ and himself, he ain’t no bird!!” “Change the name of this lake!”, says the Robin, ‘You know, that one named after that old slave master!” And, I say, “Yes, Us, Birds need to stick together!”

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Poetry

My Earth


My Earth, She is a live living being, just like us.
Who talks, walks, sings, dances, listens and feels.
She calls me Son, She has been with me every moment of my existence.
I will be buried in Her for infinity.
Her hair is the singing grasses, Her voice the talking trees and warm breeze, Her skin the dirty and floral glory dancing forever! She loves me like no other, I Love Her, as only one can, forever, with all my life!
– Strong Buffalo

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Poetry

Brother Obsidian

On the walls of underground caves,
I left me, put me there,
to be found, for you to see, for sure,
At some time or another,
Before time, After me
Before Columbus, After Columbus
Before Big Bombs, After Farewells

On the walls of underground caves
I left me, put me there,
to be found, for you to see, for sure,
Drawn quietly a silent forget me not

On the walls of underground caves,
You will always find me there
Who was there before you!!!

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Poetry

The EAST

I am the EAST, the one and only, the Chief of the EAST, not just from the easterly direction, not just one from the eastside, the real thing, all east. When i’m born each day, it is new all over again!  I’m the Giver of Hopeful Light, the Eastern Door is my homeland, i bring the Suns’ love to make the Family of Life one and whole, we, all the living at this same time, so, just wave and give me a glance in my direction, everyday, then turn, SOUTH, WEST, & NORTH, look up and down, and unity will enter you, for that is my gift to all.  My reason to exist, to the first touch of love. The one who brings happiness, goodness, warmth & enlightenment, all it takes is a nod and greeting, “Hello, Our Relative, the EAST!!!!   Strong Buffalo

 

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Buffalo Chips

Hau, Hau, Mitakuyapi, Hello, Hello, My People, not that i own any people, you know you, if your one or not, or want to be one of my cyberspace friends.  Miye Tatanka Ohitika, that is Dakota for Strong Buffalo, a family name passed on to me, it was my Uncle Wesley LaBlanc’s, his Mother, my Grandmother, Grace Wanna, had a dream when pregnant with her only boy, a huge herd of buffalo were travelling over the hills of north eastern South Dakota, when the last buffalo, stopped and turned around, and said, “Tatanka Ohitika”, she asked the elders and they said, Strong Buffalo, actually, it was Brave so much, it is Strong, also, can be interpreted as Fearless.  My Uncle was a strong man and i proudly carry that name.  I am a Dakota, that is of the isanti or knife bands,  think, i have all four bands in my bloodline, not sure, I have mainly Wahpeton and Sisseton blood, i live in St Paul, Minnesota the eastern door of the Great Sioux Nation.  I see it is springtime, flowers are coming up out the earth, trees have buds ready to burst, birds are singing and chirping love and happy songs, flying all about, courting and gesturing, reminds me that we are of the birds, us, Dakota, the Creator told us to look to the natural world to make our ways and we have the same spirituality as birds, the magpie help the winged ones and two-legged win the great race to run the earth… but, that is another story, so, don’t be alarmed if you see me flying around greeting all my relatives returning to the northern plains and waving my feathers in proudful joy as the ice goes away…I love the springtime

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Walking Down Franklin Avenue – TiWakan

TiWakan performs this Friday April 7 at The Cedar Cultural Center with Roma di Luna and the Prairie Fire Lady Choir, a benefit for No DAPL. Here’s a video of my poem “Walking Down Franklin Avenue”, which we shot while I was walking down Franklin Avenue in south Minneapolis last fall.  More videos at our Oyate Hotanin YouTube channel.  Subscribe if you like!