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Post by Quil on Jun 15, 2012 17:33:45 GMT -8
Identity theft
i walked the creek looking for beaver flat tail, wobbling walk, but quite the deceiver his characteristics for me where all but common he packed the brother logs like they were strawmen
he definitely was as busy as a bee he is always doing something this i could see he showed no pain or emotion which i adored watching him build and rebuild as my heart only soared
A cold winters day there was a knock at the door men in uniform who my parents did not adore there was Hollering and cursing this much i could see then wailing and screaming as they took me
who are you i thought to myself where am i as i wanted to die dad, mom please help me as i sat by myself wishing a miracle to come from the sky
you need to learn this and you need to learn that white eyes told me who looked like a rat your Indian ways are all but gone he said with a song white eyes i hate you this much keeps me strong
As days went into weeks weeks into years Indians looked pitiful as people gave them sneers pity is what i gave them when i looked again a Indian getting up as he struggled in vain
then one day i went to see the beaver again his house ripped and shreaded with this i felt pain yet to my surprise he showed no strain he picked up his pieces and started again.
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Post by Quil on Jun 15, 2012 17:34:56 GMT -8
AS THE THUNDER ROLLS
his spirit was so pure and true with his life looking so positive he knew a mother a father and true family to see running with life and free as can be
as the day went into weeks and weeks into years something became not right to his peers that light in his eyes did not shine so bright and to talk to him seemed to be all but a fight
was it his parents to busy to care was it the priest that took him to prayer or was it his friends that stayed up all night what ever it was it was not right
empty is the soul i see in his eyes death is his spirit which has no cries darkness is the soul with lightening his foe charging the hate inside him i know
intervention can be the only key i see or we will lose him to the violence to be brother i will sit at your side for ever and ever just give me a sign of hope to use as a lever
as the thunder rolls day into night my brother lost his only fight the fight for happiness was never again for as the thunder rolls his body laid in the rain
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Post by Quil on Jun 15, 2012 17:40:18 GMT -8
A MIRACLE
Try to Live for the family that could never be Your sister and brother and those you don't see the neighbor the tribe the whole community Now that is a miracle that i yet to see Reservations where unity is weak at best Just working on that, Oh what a test My Tupa once told me of Our ancestors of past Where Clans , tribes and Territories, Unity was vast where mothers and fathers was the clan as a whole And Medicine men and shakers could heal your sole Now look at communities today, no one will share Conditions are attached to the word "love", who's to care Native's are conditioned to trust no one, do they dare? Cause the colonial system is definitely not fare Stepping back in time may be only a dream to me but unconditional "love" and unity is where i want to be where safety and family are not just word's you see And everyday love and laughter, that is a Miracle to me
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Post by Quil on Jun 15, 2012 17:42:59 GMT -8
PAIN IS:
the acceptance of anothers fate without intervention mans law when it does not conform to nature the negative overshadowing the energy of one’s spirit the beginning of death with no interjection pain is a message you are still alive.
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Post by Quil on Jun 15, 2012 17:44:33 GMT -8
True love
love is something that only a few couples will see cause infatuation deceives, most people to be and separating the difference, is truly the key
love cannot be at awe, with a partner or mate infatuation wears, no matter what rate and emptiness and pain, is surly it's fate
love is unconditional, no matter how you look at it in a mother and child, or twins, for it will never quit cause biological is love, which truly does fit
the essence of life, is true love in every way without true love, death is what the heart will pay if the heart could talk, that is what it would say
most partners will come, and then they will go but biological loss, is the hearts worst foe this is not just a thought , it is what you should know
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Post by Quil on Jun 15, 2012 17:46:29 GMT -8
Jenni
Jenni my love, please don't think I deserted you you are my world, my life, my child so true when you were born, my thought was so simple A child so great who's presence makes me humble
As the days went to months, months into years a day without you, became my biggest fears the pain the agony without you at my side brought me to tears , which i could not hide
Now that my worst fears has come so true just waking to a day and not seeing you A void in my heart is now my major issue And a day without you, pains me through and through
because i am weak, death lives in my heart And as the days go into weeks, and weeks into months cruelty is my heart which tries to depart And waking everyday comes harder to start
Even writing this poem brings tears to my cheek your image, my every thought , makes me feel weak I love you so much , for only a remedy i seek losing another child , I know my pain will surely peak
Cause you are my child so dear, so true please my love don't believe I abandoned you your the reason I wake, to get by another day you are my hope , my light , my all encompassing ray
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Post by Quil on Dec 13, 2020 6:41:36 GMT -8
chains of rot cling on to my ankles as a hammer of hate smashes through my head .. what is the purpose of life .. is to be a slave in the mind ?.. or torture of the body over and over again.. days and weeks turn into years as colonial tightens it's grip .. breath becomes a fight as defacto hammers it's way into my life.. but dead I am not .. and shall fight another day..
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