Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Shimmering color arched against grey sky,
Painted by dancing light on air-borne mist.
Wide flung by a sacred hand...The Hand that formed of dust nothingness
The solid Earth below.
Beauty and promise together blended,Beauty ethereal, promise divine.
Given to grace the clouds and the rain,
Given to bless the world-weary heart...Shimmers... fades... brightens...To vanish in brilliance...Shines through the dark in my soul.

By Red Unicorn

Im sorry Ive been away...things are ok...
I'll do my best to come by more
If not, your welcome at my door

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

The Last Warrior

High on bleak, stony rag,Unmoving, he sits astride
His ragged coated pony.
Only telltale frozen breaths,
Separate them from
The still, winter black boles
Of ancient leafless trees.
The pony, blown and lame,
Stands with lowered head,
Ears flattened to the sound
Of a distant wolf pack.
The man on his back,
All weapons lost,
Ignores the trickling blood
From savage wounds,
Mingling his war paint.
Eyes burning fiercely
He strains to find
The sign he seeks:
Behind, the sound of enemy
Draws ever closer.
At last, faith rewarded,
He sees far below
In the deep valley,
Arriving at the edge
Of the fast flowing river,
The great she bear
With two gambling cubs:
To fish the racing salmon,
Drawn relentlessly toward
Their age-old spawning ground.
Silently, the wounded brave
Offers his final prayer
To the eternal clan bear;
Totem and guardian
Of his battle slain tribe.
The enemy, exultant,
Are almost upon him,
Yet he looks not behind:
He sees only the Great Spirit,
Surrounding him kindly
In loving, firm embrace.
While the enemy closes in,
He straightens himself;
His voice rings loud and clear,
Echoing across the land
To the distant cloudless sky.
One last defiant war cry
As he spurs on his pony,
And leaps...Into the world of his ancestors.

By W. J. Bruce

Tuesday, November 29, 2005


The room was packed, every seat taken
Groans and moans and tears

People in all states of despair
Loved ones eyes full of fear

She shivered in my arms
“shhhh its ok dear..”

I hear someone mumble…
“for 6 hours we’ve been sitting here”

We take our place, in a line of sadness
All I can do is softly whisper that her time is near

Then the lady from the window calls us over
“ I’ll need your insurance Ma’am, sign right here…”

I try and explain, we have none now, it costs far to much
All of my words fall on deaf ears

Yes they can see her, do the same things I did at home
For that the Doctor can volunteer

But after that they sent us on our way
With a slip of paper basically saying ‘we hope you persevere’

By the time we left, her skin was pale and her breathing shallow
And now, we celebrate her life after death on this day, every year

Monday, November 21, 2005

the dream police have come to call

"time for sleep"

I invited them here to walk me in

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Floating back

I look to the long road behind
My heart is heavy with my people’s sorrow
Tears of grief I weep - for all that we have lost
As we march ever farther from the land of our birth
On the Trail of Tears
Mile after mile and day after day

Our people are fewer with each rising sun
Disease and starvation they take their terrible toll
And though we suffer still we march on…
On the Trail of Tears
I watch my beloved weaken and fall

Upon the road like so many before…
With tears in my eyes I hold my spouse to my breast
And in my arms he breathes his last…
On the Trail of Tears
Mile after mile and day after day

We march to a land promised us for all time
But I know that I can no longer go on
I know that is a land that I shall never see…
On the Trail of Tears
As my body - it falls to embrace the earth

My spirit - it soars to greet the sky
With my dying breath am I finally set free
To begin the very long journey towards home
On the Trail of Tears

Thursday, September 01, 2005


Once again...I fell into... no, no.. ran to that place. That place where all your pain goes away..mental, physical, emotional...skip away, skip away ...hide somewhere
...until you leave....it doesnt matter when your in that place of stale space
and timid time.

A tear has not found its way down my face
Oh but it will..it always does when I fall
Or...usually it does.
And for some FUCKIN reason, ina 2 year cycle...I seek the hole....
what's differnt..think think..!
Fear would kick in quickly...and the "appropriate" human response would kick in....
Somethin different this time
no fear..... whichi in itself should scare me worse then Cape Fear,
it didn't.
So maybe I shall soon be terrified...

I will be avoiding mirrors...I dont think I will be able to stand the sight of me for a or awhile..bounce back quickly. Its strange...your bouncer gets less springy every year.

Only One knows and each moment a lesson. Even thought , like now....undertanding is so very difficult.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

"Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice. You lived first, and you are older than all need, older than all prayer. All things belong to you -- the two-legged, the four-legged, the wings of the air, and all green things that live.
"You have set the powers of the four quarters of the earth to cross each other. You have made me cross the good road and road of difficulties, and where they cross, the place is holy. Day in, day out, forevermore, you are the life of things."

Black Elk: Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux