December 2008
36 posts
Requiem of Change
I killed an Indian Today
I killed an Indian Today:
I killed an indian, he was not so real
I killed him with my brown skinned hands
That indian was never worth a damn
when I killed him you all stopped to stare
I killed an Indian to get ahead, its a trash fuck heap of a world he said …
I killed one Indian but there’s more I swear
Its viral man they’re everywhere
My grandparents would be so proud, to know...
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? The love in this place Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? The grace in this place Can you feel it? Yeah Life makes it so hard sometimes To know what’s real When I can’t feel You there When I can’t see You there When I can’t comprehend that You are there You are there You’re everywhere You are everywhere Can you feel...
My Smile
This is a song about the War in Iraq....
“I reject your norms and substitute my own” Follow the path that you choose, not the one that others choose for you.
The Handramit
The Handramit is out of a C.S....
Bonds
He draws out from under my skin like
splinters from the downstairs railing because
I’ve got pores large enough to swallow his hair
and feet and toes and leave him quivering
and wet, stuck in a web while my skin flashes
glaring light at him which he sees with
eyes pried open, scratching his eyelashes
occasionally, which fall onto my thigh like leaves
we raked into impossible islands across...
Two Young Lovers
A hug, a hold, a gentle squeeze, Two young lovers with their minds at ease Falling apart, their bodies collide Two strong spirits, now intertwined Tired and torn, safe from the day Strength of a lion, now in malaise Shoulders and arms, finding their place Heads nestled snuggly on features of grace Slow are the movements, meant to be saved Knowing the rest are simply a waste And moments of truth...
On a Train
On a train, transient, and sublime The world moves by, distant from mind Places of life, steady and true Feel like painted pictures, pleasant to view. The life behind, the life ahead Both of distant and future regrets, But on a train, I feel content My world has stopped, and my soul is at rest.
Away for the Weekend
You are Faithful
I desire brokenness; although I’m not sure what it entails. I desire loving relationships; although I still put myself first. I desire a plan for my life; although I forget you’re in control. I desire meaningful events each day; although I don’t look for them. I desire courage and strength; although I can let my fears overwhelm me. I desire peace; although I...
Complacent Firmament
How often I stammer and sweat gathering sand and dirt and rocks as if they were precious jewels.
How often I have cut my knuckles deep digging for what looked like rubys only to discover their bright red color was my blood shed over filthy stones.
How often have I taken my rocks, cleaned them in a shallow, stagnant, mud puddle and looked up through the firmament, extending my hands with rocks...
