my mind is frozen
this hand can't write more poems
where the heck is spring??!!

Crazy Horse lives on
in memorial splendor
for all to ponder
his spirit resting
peacefully on a mountain
forever mighty
may his words live on
and offer mankind wisdom
and inspiration
let us reflect all
American Indian
lands that were stolen
in etchings of stone
even in the realm of death
tribal voices live


(reposted by request)

Seeing people smile,
makes me wonder why
Why do do they smile when I do not?
Why are they happy when I am not?

Is something wrong with me?
There must be for I feel no glee
I am not happy nor am I sad
I feel nothing and it makes me mad

Sometimes I feel I have reached the feeling
Only to realize it's still unfulfilling
For years i have yearned
To find the answer I have now learned

An empty feeling, there would always lie
Inside my chest 'til the day I die
I would be happy and I would be sad,
Just not always and that isn't bad

Yearning for something unknown,
is a feeling that makes me groan
But it reminds me why I like to feel,
I feel so that living would seem real

One strand after the other
The girl's slender fingers
Making knots in a delicate form
She kept going and going
Until she finally asked her mum,
"Don't you think it looks good
Wrapped around my neck?"

Elegant darkness
strokes my worn soul
fleeting, soft sash trailing,
I sit with her, and she with me

floating away-

flotsam and debris
of what could have been
if you had been mine,
Water Lily

the old priest shuffles
slowly
between
pages of crusty memoirs
in the silence of the temple
he has forgotten how to speak