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Jim Morris Jul 2016
Set sail across the unknown waters searching for another land
White man was his name and his discovery was unplanned
His find in iron grip, discovered a red man
Both not knowing what, knowing who, mistaken for India
You met this red man; you call him savage, *****
You tell him the only good *****, is a dead *****
You take his land, his home, his family, his way of life
You crush his spirit; make him feel lesser than an empty heart, cut with a knife
You **** buffalo for fur and hide, leave blood to soak the soil, mountain of skulls and bones
The sacred lands our ancestors once walked freely on
You corrupt with greed and ****** of the innocent
With no defense against your warfare tactics, carried out with wickedness
No matter what, red man must die for a so called promised land to be built

White man saw that red man had established their own way of life before dawn
Women did the work, men provided safety and food, what is a tax, what is a debt
Why did you think you could improve their quality of life like that?
You **** red man for being a true patriot; you have the nerve to call him savage
You **** innocent women, the givers of life! Children, the future of our people, left to scavenge
But still after everything you throw at red man, you still call him savage
You may **** us but you won’t **** our spirit, no matter how far they travel
You may damage our spirits, strong we are, our spirits won’t be broken, we challenge
You run them to the hills, you organize other tribes to **** off each other alongside you, ravage
You force them into a designated part of land that they must reside, called the reservation

Money is what you throw at red man, hoping he’d take it so he can bring on an addiction, left crying
Possessed by greed, headless chickens running, while white man is behind the curtain laughing
You made red man touch pen which engraved the treaties on paper, only left them with broken promises
You go behind these treaties to deplete resources on reservations and such lands left to them, too hungry for a piece of paper that has no substance
You drain earth for oil, yet you spill it in our waters, you spill it on the lands, ruining communities

You give them blankets to comfort, deceived to receive white man’s disease, a smallpox ticket
You introduce red man to fire water; the taste burns the pureness from the spirit
State of mind lost to the sorrows, addiction with no limit
You start giving rations of food, the hunger sets in, dependent on your system
How did you feel the need to improve on red man’s system?
Red man became dependent on your way of life, too blind to see the victims
You introduce religion, something irrelevant, the creator is our wisdom
You bring books filled with nonsense, red man opens book, told to pick a white man’s name
Your name is now James, “why was I given this name - what was wrong with my previous name?”
Head no longer held high, identity lost, something he’s not, you cut his braid
You **** his thoughts, his senses, who he was, a red man, now in white man’s costume

You introduce him to a school, to get educated, because red man is a savage after all
Tame the wild is how you felt; to fit your standards for the future promised land, but overshadowed
You starve them, sit at this table, your meal for the day, and eat
White teacher sits at her own table, food for everyone, but just for her, repeat
Red man spoke his language, you beat it out of him to adapt to yours, it vanished
You ***** her, you killed him, you beat them, with heavy abuse some weaker than those who managed
Hanging from their rooms, you aren’t forgotten, I don’t blame you for vanishing
For the survivors, I appreciate your will to fight forward and tell your stories with courage and passion
Past generations corrupted, future generations wander without a voice, it’s disgraceful
One thinking they’re better than the next, it’s too painful, it’s betrayal

Red man claims pride, but where is the pride when red man does nothing about what happened
Red man stripped from everything that he once was, left behind
North America what it is now, born onto the burial grounds of our ancestors
Born on the genocide of the red man, and the enslavement of the black man
White man still see’s nothing wrong with what they did, swept under the rug, what a disaster
Told to forget about it, nothing will heal the scars, not death, not time, not money, not words, nothing

What will happen when the last tree is cut, the last river poisoned, the last fish caught
Will you realize money cannot be eaten or repeat history given no thought?
You breed with red man to thin the blood line for future generations
Even after five hundred years of resistance, we shall remain after all the corruption and frustration
One day there will be a new cycle, with nothing to block the winds from blowing freely, water thee earth with rain, nothing to hide the sun,

We still stand here today, a strong nation, nothing can stop us if we unite as one.
A poem about my people I wrote awhile back, got it published in a magazine in North Dakota.
Jim Morris Jul 2016
Marching with Metal Madness
Within the Abyssal vastness
Sightseers' thrashing around
Blood reigning on the burial ground

Join the mosh pit
Bone crushing, take the hit
Snapping necks, skulls split
Flesh and blood plague the streets

Time for the third world war
Battle ground fills with an uproar
Corpses' will appear on the shores
Ocean waters filled with gore

Thee Earth burns into an eternal hell
As the ground crumbles from the cursed bell
This is Judgement Day, humanity will perish
There's nothing you can cherish

Survivors have nothing to gain
Only to mourn, scorned by the pain
Mental decay, agony and vein
Humanity left to ponder the bane

Warriors rise with a tendency
Bones turned into weaponry
Battles emerge with enmity
Death becoming the remedy

Lead your main attack into battle
Soldiers of war collide, combating
Both fronts push, bodies rattling
The weak left scrambling

Surviving souls filled with malice
Nothing but terror and havoc
Corpses' left to rot, eaten by maggots
What once was Earth, now left in Mayhem
My third poem I've written... would like this to become a thrash song one day...
Jim Morris Jul 2016
ILY
Here I lie, holding onto something you let go of
I can't let go, the projection of you in my mind is enough to keep us alive
I want to talk to the woman I love
We had our differences, we both shoved
By my own fault, how evil Jealousy is, the cousin of greed
The only girl who has won my heart
To find my other half requires a chart
Never been the type to talk the way we did
No one has been able to wake me up the way you did
It ***** how we've gotten to this point, lost in separate worlds
Flying over seas, following the endless roads, searching through the debris
Just to find your heart, no matter how long it takes, I will die finding it
Given the chance, I'd go back in time where we first met
Watching you bake that cake because you were rebellious that day, you wanted to make up for it
Still makes me smile, how awkward it was at first
Still makes me question, what were the odds, they weren't cursed
The faces we made were totally in sync, unrehearsed
The beauty of waking into reality knowing there is someone there for you
And falling asleep into the minds of each, dreams coming together forming us both
I'll never forget the days we spent talking without pause, I hope there is still room for growth
The dreams you had of me kills me because I wish it was reality, given the oath
I never seen someone so pretty, so beautiful, energetic, positive, and unique
Everything about you was everything I ever wanted in a woman, it made me weak
Just to rewind where you first confessed your love for I
I know you don't remember, I don't blame you that night
Just to rewind where I first confessed my love for you
The thoughts in my mind like a crazy train ready for derailment
I was ready to tell you I loved you on a few earlier occasions, I knew you could wait even though I grew impatient
It played out perfectly, because I wouldn't change it for the world
I was shaking, trying to catch my breath, trying to pour out those words
That have never been spoken before, only you deserved to see that side
It lit up your face, your smile, I've never seen someone smile like you from the words I spoke
Happiness is what you delivered, comfort is what I offered
Love is what I gained, Friendship is what we lost and maybe something more
Dreams were born previously, but I guess the thoughts were all that mattered
I want you in my arms like we both wished, sitting at heights unimaginable, gazing at the hazy skies
Hoping your dream would come true, would have been quite the surprise
I seen the fire in your eyes, the intense heat scorched
My cold world and now it's the only place I've ever felt warmth
The spiteful words came out and it turned out terrible
Some day this will all be repairable
Everything is trapped in my mind, urging to escape just to lead you back on that path
So when tomorrow comes with unexpected words, I hope there is another chance
Just remember that each day that goes by, you're on my mind, anyways
Your Initials have been engraved in my mind for that, I'll love you forever and always
Another poem I read at a poetry slam.
Jim Morris Jul 2016
Every thought of you gave me an eerie feeling, if you seen me screaming and tearing
Moonlight lit up the sky, I sat on the edge at such a height agaze from that building
Makes me wonder when we were together in that moment, how far we could have went with no sense of falling
And just to think about the diffirent worlds we came from, it's pretty deceiving

Pretty was something you did not realize, your pearls helped me see when I was buried underneath
Anger built from irrelevant matters, I couldn't tell you where my head was, I was overwhelmed
Tragedies happen in everyone's life, yours and mine no different, but we both did understand
Regrets cloud the current state of mind that I wish had never happened the way it did, why did I demand
I may be thoughtless at times, it's hard when my mind wanders for words to truly express these thoughts at hand
Cracks connect as time passes, never found a way to patch it up, one day I'll make my way through no mans land
Insomnia ***** when all you want is to escape from reality into the dreams where anything is possible to withstand
And stupid me, the downfall was right there before my eyes too blind to expand the horizon at command

Death is apart of life, but when we're both gone our memories will be drowned by the nothingness that follows
Obituary is where we will end up being seen last so send me to the gallows
Underground is where we will reside, so place our gravestones side by side so our spirits together will lurk the shadows
Grieving loved ones will never know what this means to me so in the next life, I hope we meet again tomorrow
Loneliness is what I prefer rather than misery, happiness is what we had and sadness was never involved
As for life, we live to grow into a half, searching in life for a love to be a whole
So read between the lines, and you'll understand what I'm trying to say with my heart and soul
A lost love, read this at a poetry slam

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