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*ANCESTOR SPIRITS CALLING The other day u gave me your heart, it was bleeding in a poem, beating on drums and calling to kindred spirits in the night; describing the pieces torn ripping u apart. What’s that u say, I am who I am, but who is that? U say I am who I am yet this was stolen from me beaten, ripped torn away in eyes that do not see the spirits of the Earth or the dreary, continuous pain carried on ripples of time never fading, still flowing after all these years of shattered life. And yet u say I am who I am, but why? Why am I only who I am to you? Seen only within your eyes and point of view? Seen, stolen, defined by your Eastern skies? ~~~ Don’t I also walk a path with streaks of red, drifting, flying on blue sky clouds carrying me to gentle streams and sun set dreams? Why can’t I also follow a path that sings to me from forest shadows beneath a moon of my hue and left scented by my ancestor’s sorrows. A path where the Turtle speaks of the Earth’s motion as it surfs a solar wave; the Eagle drops it feathers for me to find so I might write the Wolf’s howling story; the Bear rears her cubs to sing love songs to the white tailed deer and Blue Jays guard the moons night time tale of how humans gave birth to a world of pain. ~~~ The other day u gave me your heart it was bleeding in a poem dripping a life denied seeking still a gentle setting sun and gentle waters not found under Eastern skies. A heart listening to different beats all at once trying to decide who I am as you say, but I wonder, am I? Isn’t this something I alone decide? The drum still beats the dream of no tears of ancestor songs pointing to the path of I am who I am knowingly, willingly!! ~~Aztec Warrior/redzone 3.31.02~~ (written using pen name 'redzone')*
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
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*ANCESTOR SPIRITS CALLING The other day u gave me your heart, it was bleeding in a poem, beating on drums and calling to kindred spirits in the night; describing the pieces torn ripping u apart. What’s that u say, I am who I am, but who is that? U say I am who I am yet this was stolen from me beaten, ripped torn away in eyes that do not see the spirits of the Earth or the dreary, continuous pain carried on ripples of time never fading, still flowing after all these years of shattered life. And yet u say I am who I am, but why? Why am I only who I am to you? Seen only within your eyes and point of view? Seen, stolen, defined by your Eastern skies? ~~~ Don’t I also walk a path with streaks of red, drifting, flying on blue sky clouds carrying me to gentle streams and sun set dreams? Why can’t I also follow a path that sings to me from forest shadows beneath a moon of my hue and left scented by my ancestor’s sorrows. A path where the Turtle speaks of the Earth’s motion as it surfs a solar wave; the Eagle drops it feathers for me to find so I might write the Wolf’s howling story; the Bear rears her cubs to sing love songs to the white tailed deer and Blue Jays guard the moons night time tale of how humans gave birth to a world of pain. ~~~ The other day u gave me your heart it was bleeding in a poem dripping a life denied seeking still a gentle setting sun and gentle waters not found under Eastern skies. A heart listening to different beats all at once trying to decide who I am as you say, but I wonder, am I? Isn’t this something I alone decide? The drum still beats the dream of no tears of ancestor songs pointing to the path of I am who I am knowingly, willingly!! ~~Aztec Warrior/redzone 3.31.02~~ (written using pen name 'redzone')*
Sufrfering from major writers block and have been looking through my old notebooks for inspiration. But I found this long ago poem that was written some 14 years ago. It is the result of a conversation with a friend who is half white (mother), half Sioux, "two toned" as he says. The poem came out oof this conversation. This was posted at a now defunct poetry site years ago. Thanks for reading.. the music is Dr. John's version of "In A Sentimental Mood", cause it is kinda bluesy and the conversation we had was "sentimental" https://youtu.be/2ks8RWt9Bqg
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
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