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A beautiful girl dressed in red
she can seem to get out of her own head
Beautiful eyes
met with the saddest demise
Red ribbon waving in the wind
in all the places she had been
A handsom boy dressed in blue
waiting to start anew
Broken heart
wanting to restart
Misses the girl in red
Holds her ribbon close to his heart
wanting to go back to the start
 Dec 2012 Nenookaasi
DieingEmbers
A florescent moon
hangs high
above
the multicoloured
twinkling stars...

where angels and faeries dance
proclaiming hope
and peace
in flashing neon.

Synthesised choirs sing
as plastic bells
pretend to chime.

Yet
I stand alone
beneath the mistletoe
blowing kisses
hoping they reach you
in time

for Christmas.
 Dec 2012 Nenookaasi
DieingEmbers
An empty box a pair of socks,
some paper plates and string.
Some bright felt tips and paper clips,
and lots of other things.

Now suddenly the box you see,
as turned into a plane.
A toilet roll a plastic bowl,
and now it is a train.

A fair ground ride a place to hide,
or speedy racing cars.
A comfy bed a flying sled,
a rocket to the stars.

So leave the toys cause girls and boys,
prefere the box you see.
It's safe and fun for ev'ry one,
and best of all it's free.
If youve kids you'll already know this lol
 Dec 2012 Nenookaasi
DieingEmbers
A rocking chair for two to share
upon the porch we built
with lemonade and hair in braid
and kisses without guilt

The bullfrogs song moves night along
as stars in heaven play
and you intwine your hand in mine
melting my cares away

The setting sun where wild deers run
marks soft the end of day
you touch my face with gentle grace
and drive all doubts away

The night floats in on silent wings
the cool night air now cold
so come now bed my angel said
this day has grown so old

Remember though before we go
to make it widely known
the rocking chair is ours to share
and ours my love alone
It's like blaming someone else for the weather
A poison that is not quick to leave the mind
it just lays to waste behind your eyes
and when the liquor flows it takes you for a ride

It's an inability to forgive someone's mistake
and inevitably forsaking them
always some what jaded by a moment shared
in which your heart wasn't spared

It's like a freckle formed by the sun
time has put it there and it can not be undone
so now we must live with this new mark
that gives us hell because now there is no fresh start
How can we reconcile the evil that men do in
These times.
They say that after awhile the human spirit left to it's
Devices will find the path of right and good. That we are
Inherently good.

Maybe. I think .maybe.

Evil is alive and well,
  has broken his bonds and lives among us
Turning a would be heaven to a burning hell.

A society is ultimatly juged by the way the very young and old are
Handled in the comings and goings

The ones that have known and the
Just now knowing.that evil is alive and well ensconced.

Babies like your baby and babies like mine
Angels like yours and angels like mine.have
Suffered at the hands of societies ills.

Please when you tuck your children in
Please say a prayer for all.

We are in evils crosshairs each and every one .

Pray for the children the parents and all
And thank our blessings each and every day.
Evil is alive and well . He walks and talks. He smiles and stalks.
Tomorows are not guaranteed.

Evil is alive and well, determined to succeed.
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
The Crisis In Connecticut Has Officaly Ended,
My Faith In Humanity,
In Our Ability To Love--Our Ability To Grow,
How Could A Man,
Watch His Own Mother,
Soak His Own Carpet With The Blood,
She Created Him With?
How Could He Look Into The Eyes Of 5 Year Old,
And Pull The Trigger?
And Only To Pale More, Rosy Cheeks?  
How Could He Watch Their Bloodied Friends,
Cry--Currupting Their Brains With Horrid Memories,
How Could He Live With Those Parents,
Going Home To A Christmas Tree,
Knowing Their Child Will Never Open Their Gifts?
How Can The People In My School,
**** Their Chance In Survival,
Breaking Their Veins With Knives,
And Smothering Their Hearts Out With Smoke,
When Those Children And Parents Are Begging,
For Those Lost Lives Back?
*I'm Broken Inside,
And There Is No Longer A Cure,
After A While,
My Heart Will Be Nothing But Broken,
So I Say Now,
I Have Officially,
100% Lost Hope In This Dirtbag Species
Dedicated To All The Wonderful Pure Souls Lost Today In The Sandy Hook Elementry School Shooting.... Blessed Be All Those Who Were Effected, I Cried So Hard.. And Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I Know There Are Good People Out There So You Don't Need To Waste Your Breath Telling Me... I'm Just Dying Inside Right Now.. Hope Does Die
The pain is felt
As she, the preeminent archeologist knelt
Before the porch
And the holder of the torch

Of a land, once beautiful
Protected by the dutiful
Vibrant cultures which would fall with a thud
A price paid with disease and blood

From this would rise a new culture
The ancient morsels scavenged by this vulture
Manifest destiny was the rule of the land
Smothered and choked by a cold hand

Created by terror, torture and fears
Remaining in place for hundreds of years
A promise of liberty and justice, but not for all
The reason for this culture's eventual fall

This was not the story her digs appeared to tell
For liberty was the name of that cracked bell
Hymn's proclaiming the land of the free
And a constitution that begins with "We..."

As she gazed towards the sky
She could not fathom why
What on earth made this lady cry?

"Give me your tired, your poor"
Welcoming all upon her shore
This was the message upon her door

Gazing upon her once hopeful eyes
She soon began to realize
Perhaps, they were not all knowing and wise
And for too long believed their own lies

It was this realization
Of this ancient nation
Which helped her see
The tears shed by she
This lady...
Liberty

(C) Shawn White Eagle
This was inspired by Lupe Fiasco's "Unforgivable Youth", which I think is a truly powerful piece and I recommend it as a listen, or a read.  It is extremely thoughtful and deep, at least in my most humble opinion.  The words/music created a film in my mind and the ending I saw in that visual  inspired this poem.  I hope U enjoy it.  Live 4 Love
sky
sun rise
early morning dawn
cascades upon blanketed lawn
decorative leaves poke through snow
strong reminder that nothing can grow
including the daisy and every other flower
nights become longer, days shorter by the hour
and flying to the south  robin, crane and hummingbird
a wolves forlorn howl does not go unheard
nor does that of the snowy owl
a north wind itself does howl
a weathered husk does blow
dancing across the snow
a lonely endeavor
but forever
hopeful

(C) Shawn White Eagle
As winter approaches this came to me and is also personal in some ways, but what I really wanted to do was try and create a poem that started with one word then each subsequent line added a word until the middle of the poem where a word was taken out to eventually end with one word...and hopeful is always a state of mind that is more positive, and better to proceed through life with.  Hope U enjoy.  Live 4 Love
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