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  Sep 2014 Renmar
DaSH the Hopeful
Turning the tide above my bed
Thoughts of you slosh around inside my head

    I smile and you smile
Looking at the future
And the way we come together
   Sewing the past up like a suture
Bandaids and burn scars could never stop our motion
     Not while these thoughts of you in my head, girl, are steady as an ocean
    We sway this way and that on the waves of our songs
        And though others call us different, we know we're not wrong
   How could we be?
         When we feel so right in each other's arms
           You're the tide in my head Renmar
      Protecting me from harm*




*I hope I never wash ashore
  Sep 2014 Renmar
Douglas Scheurn
My breaking point;
You've discovered it.
My mind sounds like falling coins
Like a mirror it cracks and chips.

Your crimson lips
Once spoke to my heart,
But like an eclipse,
These two eventually part.

I begged you,
But I can never tell you this.
It's true,
I'll always long for your kiss.

I'm nothing,
A soldier with no cause.
Isn't that something?
The way my soul falls.

Carpe..... Not today.....
At a loss
  Sep 2014 Renmar
Native Intuition
Sprouting seedling
Deep rooted and day dreaming
Through the crow's eyes
I see through the disguise
as this day fades into evening.

Indigestible persistence
Stand up to make a difference
Enchanted by the blood
of my ancestors resistance.

I pay homage as I gain
thankful for the knowledge
flowing freely through my veins
I hold the deepest respect
for this land I will protect
I am Haudenosaunee
born wild and free
and this way I shall remain.
Renmar Sep 2014
Cheerful was the day I was handed the family heirloom
It's funny how something simple can give you such hope
The kind of hope a toddler has when their mind is still pure
Purity like when you first discover what mint smells like and your parents are still your bedrock
All that yeilds when your present and future diffuse
Like the future of having 2 jobs that clash and you barely know how to use a ******* toolbar.
And the realization that soon enough you'll just be a corpse full of maggot larvae.
Then your only hope is maybe one day you'll be discovered as a fossil.
  Sep 2014 Renmar
Native Intuition
Some nights
the memories still take over.
Some nights
you are still
the only thing I want to think about.

So I retreat
to shut off the outside world.
I bury myself in those old emotions.
I bury myself in those memories.

I want to remember them all
every insignificant detail.

I want to remember the faint scent of your hair
thrown into the air
as you rested your head down on my shoulder.

but I can't
and that bothers me.
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