The night is quiet,
the moon illuminates the sky.
The snow gleams under the moonlight,
the icicles sparkle like diamonds.

I sit on the porch,
staring at the cloudless evening sky.
How could anyone ever make out the stars?
They all look the same through teary eyes.

The long Alaskan roads are barren on cold, wintry nights.
Every night is a cold, wintry night.
I wait for someone,
anyone,
to come mend this broken heart.

The tears in my eyes freeze as they fall down my cheeks.
The frigid wind whips against my face.
The rocking chair creeks as I wait,
and wait,
and wait.

To feel the warmth of you again,
in nights so cold, and black,
I would sin over and over again,
but for now I wait,
and wait,
and wait.

Connecticut
Humanity in a rut
Which way to turn
As we all burn
Paying for that four letter word hate
The one that so many regurgitate
Spoken out loud
Emanating into the crowd
The crowd of humanity
That reeks of such profanity
That to hope for some saving grace
In this uncivilized place
Is, I am sorry to say, sure to fail
As the divine within us has become frail
What happened to LOVE?
Peace symbolized by a white dove?
In what direction do we as a species travel?
As our interconnectedness continues to unravel?
I have not an answer now
As all I can do is bow,
My head and pray
For all those affected on this tragic day

(c) 2012 Shawn White Eagle

Sorry that I found out
the price of freedom
is always leaving first.

Dark hair and dark eyes
pale skin, you look a ghost
Bright red lips drawing attention
To the insane beauty you possess
And no mortal man could resist
The feelings of intrigue you radiate
Biting your lip, periodically looking up through your bangs
Writing away, sitting alone in a coffee shop
A seat open across from you
An invitation, if one dares to take it
So take it I must
For at this moment
Knowing you seems to be the most important of pursuits
Though I can't help but feel that nobody has ever known you
For you are a mystery for any to behold
And none to comprehend

the purple insect
shivers on a wet mushroom
morning sun will rise


cicada thunder
my summer evening dream song
give me the black moon

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

Here is a glass of water from my well.
It tastes of rock and root and earth and rain;
It is the best I have, my only spell,
And it is cold, and better than champagne.
Perhaps someone will pass this house one day
To drink, and be restored, and go his way,
Someone in dark confusion as I was
When I drank down cold water in a glass,
Drank a transparent health to keep me sane,
After the bitter mood had gone again.

I'm turning this **** around right now.

Valentine's day is about love.
It's not about whether you've got someone to hug and kiss.

It's about making mix CDs.
It's about having someone smile at you in the hallway on your way to class.
It's about calling your grandma.
It's about giving a little extra when you've got enough to live on.


It's about spreading love;

not worrying that you didn't receive enough.



so get off your ***.
go love someone.

You only get this excuse once a year
to do something perfectly wonderful
for another human being.

The leaves are upon the ground,
Drowning out all signs of life.
Not one sound
As everything finally dies.

I sit here with loneliness,
It's leaking into my mind.
All of my bones,
Absorb the wine.

Life is gone,
And is slowly being ****** out of me.
I am a pawn,
alone with insanity.

Making up scenarios,
Of how I wish things to be.
My imagination grows,
And takes
over a part of me.

The sky is now black,
And death fills the air.
There's no going back
For
We've already been there.

Depression, and angst,
Are all that are hear.
Your pain,
Is terribly
Near.

Happiness is a virtue,
It's impossible to attain here.
Don't let it desert you,
But
Hold it dear.

Alone with loneliness,
And I can't shake it.
Into the abyss I go,
With not a place to sit.