I look inside of me
try to find who I use to be
I look inside of me
now he is gone

I try to feel inside of me
I feel nothing inside of me
I hide the hurt
keep it all inside of me
took it a little to far
we are who we are
can't change all that's been done

My face down in the dirt
I sleep no more
something here inside of me
forgot what I was here for
nothing inside of me
that will set me free
Spiritwind ©2009

Missing and regret
veil the morning
the sun's heat
won't break the chill
I seek sanctuary
in the kitchen
dogs at my feet  
vigilantly hoping
I'll drop something

I let them outside
to run and sniff
the frosty folds
for coyote and raccoon
while I take in the view
the Sound so sun-bright
it mists my eyes
blue Cascades beyond
dipped in new snow

I wish to be
that pristine
no footprints
marring my surface
all I ever was
but will never
be again
frozen, buried
gone beneath.

They chant "keep fighting"
As sparks started to ignite
I figured I was in a trance
Filled with heavy breaths and pants
They yell "keep fighting"
But I decide to ignore them.
Letting go of the screams and yells
Releasing their surly bonds over my soul
I stopped fighting
And let the demons walked right in.

Now I walk around with demons in my mind
And they darken whatever part did once shined.

Every small voice heard,
Is ultimately another life being saved.

I am black, he is white,
We differ in height,
What does it matter?
If the former and the latter,
Assent to the marriage of our minds,
Love in diversity, oh! What a find!
Rather than take a solo flight,
Into a terrain of unceasing plights.

Fairness an aeonian act,
That cleanses a mind’s eye full of cataracts,
It determines the form of my imprints on the sands of time,
It measures the height of my strides, without unnecessary chime.

I am black shouldn’t make my judgement devoid of light and sombre,
He is white shouldn’t make his judgement pallid and lacklustre.
We can weld our hearts, mind and soul together in the heat of flames,
And say no to this untamed monster called injustice which has no one but us to blame,
Because underneath our skin lies the feelings
Of happiness, sadness, anger. Reeling
Us in confusion, fear, peace, guilt, innocence, contempt, love and pain.
Everyone has his or her stain,
Hence we are all the same.

I've only got one bar
on my phone and there's only
one more between here and home.
Ten dollars in my pocket may as well
be a thousand. Like a penny
in the fusebox, I could make it last
until the lights go out. There's a cowboy
band playing. A wooden Indian
by the door. I don't think he listens
to their stories anymore. He's quiet
on the subject. He's quite an object
of curiosity. Instead of two-stepping
all night long, maybe I should take
that Indian home. Use the last bar
to call Coleen. Tell her to put a ***
of cowboy coffee on. We'll tell stories
of our own. Sing songs in the old way
about better days when we were young.

I am stubborn
I will fall countless times but I will rise again,
This time only to stand taller than before.
My pride will carry me forward; my determination will not be lost.
Life may have won the battle, but I will win the war.

~ a poem : part 7

Children are most precious seedlings that will flourish by addressing their most basic , primary nourishing needs ...
Copious amounts of red and black dirt , no part left untouched , a daub of soil from head to toe ...
Summertime showers to feed and cleanse their young minds and bodies ,
to run and play in wet fields of hay , to gallop in the rain after hot and dry days ...
Brilliant waves of sunshine to help them grow , the light of creation pulling them to the blue sky above !!