• IN SEARCH OF CONSCIOUSNESS

    I want to hear the sky speak
    of birds flying,
    of being blue.
    Hear of the Sun’s solar flares
    and its encompassing heat.
    I want to hear the sky mention
    the Earth’s crying rivers
    sing the songs of understanding.
    So why do they want me
    Comatose?
    Insane?
    Confused about where
    we have come from?
    ~~~
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  • My Land

    I was told this was home
    I was given it on silver plater
    They fail to tell me that I would have to steal it

    Words written on paper was crafted beautifully
    Penmanship to die for
    That was it…
    The hidden message

    To die for

    I can not take what is not mine
    Can land really be mine
    The oil and coal pillage from m…Read More

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    • In Indigenous culture and belief, no one owns the land, we inherit it and are part of it and must share and protect it, leaving it in better shape for future generations. I think this is a much better culture, belief, and morality than what we have in today’s world. I like your poem because it points to this kind of understanding. A very fitting…Read More

  • he knows the sound of my breath
    as it catches
    hovering over his words
    like a hummingbird
    imbibing
    on the intoxicating nectar
    of his expression

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  • On April 2nd, When All Lies Lose Their Nerve

    No lie, not even the elegant ones,
    survives the arrival of April 2nd.
    It comes in quietly,
    feverish but polite,
    like someone who knocks softly
    before rearranging all the furniture in your mind.

    Yesterday’s mischief still clings to the air,
    smelling faintly of banana peel bravado
    and the k…Read More

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  • the willin fool

    you place the blade
    in my hand
    and somethin in your voice
    makes it feel right
    somethin given just to me
    b/c I earned it

    and I…
    dumb enough to believe you…
    hold it careful
    watchin the light settle
    along the surface
    before bringin it to my mouth
    slow
    draggin my tongue
    along the edge
    tastin what you pro…Read More

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