the things we do

why is it that we do the things we do at times alone i wonder why how is it that things have come to this at times alone i wonder why but despite all my many wonderings and throughout all my many wanderings i contemplate these reccuring conundrums... am i alone in my concern because i feel lonely in my living surely if someone else did care their presense would be made known or maybe, they too are too much alike to i and are off upon their own wanderings all the while wondering... why!?!

Thanksgiving

by my pangs of hunger do i show my thanks on this day of feasts and gluttons by this fast do i demonstrate my gratitude i am full not on food like some common fool i am full with appreciation for a peoples way now past to they who lived but did not last it is for these people that i fast they, who once lived in harmony they, who walked with no disharmony they, who were cheated, poisoned, murdered, and raped i fast for the native peoples of this land to them do i give thanks and That which is in all things to That do i give thanks above all i give thanks for a hope that somewhere on this land perhaps some small band maybe they might still live in such a way that would give me yet another reason to be thankful for

coyotes on the corner

today i saw a pack of coyotes roaming the busy streets on the edge of a growing city to me, to see such a thing is nothing short of heartbreaking they ran, but not boldly after prey nay, they cowered as they ran with tails down between their legs heads and ears low as cars raced past at 50 mph or more i turned as i passed and catching a glance our eyes connected and in that second i felt the shame of my lack of action that would cause another such desperation the disgrace that comes from condoning a lifestyle so unsustainable and uncaring of the world i can not in good conscious concede to not care i know not how, but i vow to do what is right by my heart and soul

Islands in a Sea

unfathomable are the depths of God infinite It is, in It's vastness God, the eternal Sea of spirit from out of this womb of the Heavenly Mother are we each born, an individual island of form coming from the completeness of the Sea no isle is born bare and yet so many desert islands abound the reasons for this i have found to be nothing more then forgetfulness each isle has and is it's key for truly, how could it be but any other way the spirit of the Sea speaks upon the serf it seeks upon our turf a well with which to fill if we will but only make the space slow down our busy pace living a life of self-erosion instead Creation begs for an explosion Grandfather fire burns within His love, the lava seeks to add onto our land and yet, so many sandbars do abound only known, only shown upon the low tide of the Spirit the Sea, she calls upon our greatness the Fire, he calls upon us with great desire for it is us who first must choose to trust before we may become a great land, the right hand of He who has made us all

on the precipice of a new perspective i stand, overlooking the void mirrored in the emptiness a mirage of infinite possibilities plays out from out of the chaos and clamor comes a soft song sung so sweet my body hums in reverberence my soul sparks in remembrance tears fall for how i've forgotten and tears fall for i am forgiven

when will it be my time

how long have i lived a dieing life was i birthed a stillborn or was i born alive and later taught of death how many years have passed the years blur the memories fade and realities a haze life is nothing more then a vague recollection the present but a ghoul haunting in the past not alive, but still not dead wasting away and on fear am fed passed out and buried prematurely I've awoken it's dark and dusty damp and all enclosed lying in this coffin i recapitulate my past slowly, a filtered light begins to creep briefly and flickering a momentary lapse in insanity a lightning crack of clarity finally i see or at least i think i saw what might have been had i began to live a life of love another flash appears as a new fear arrears a sharp pain tries to keep me focused on staying asleep but now too late I've become compelled i push on past the pain cold sweat beads across my skin as i begin to look at life more close how many experiences how many relationships have been left unresolved with bitter taste and memories i poured my pain and energies spinning round in circles but never catching gear i roll around in cycles of self induced pain and fear a shock runs through a realization awakens what if why I'm in this state is nothing more then fear abused now a flood, the coffin quakes the door is ripped, the hinges torn bathed in light, i accept my fate for this is what, is my true state now i see the reasons why i had to live a life of lies for even if it took a thousand tries once awoke, i would not choke when it came my time to speak and live my truth