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Mar 2019 · 279
Cenote
Where am I?

Unwittingly caught in an invisible struggle
Realizing not, that my soul it tried to smuggle

Who am I?

Of this I was unaware
Nor, at times seemed to care

What am I?

How did this come to be?
This was not me!

As winter's breath brushed my cheek
Revelation came...I was weak


Tears I cried as I glanced inside
                          
                          
                          

Light...from within and outwith...blocked...intermittently

Shrouded by this fog

...............Losing control

D
E
E
P
E
R...I would fall into this sinkhole

B...out, I could...
M
I
L
C

S
L
I
D
E...down again, I would...


Enough!  It was time again for me to care
And find that someone with time to spare

It did not work trying this on my own
I realized that I could not do this alone

Cloudy was the day
And Sunshine helped point the way

Support was something I would need often
And was given by an adherent of Dauphin

An old farmer provided directions
To  help set up those connections

And a man of affluence
With whom I once had influence
Helped pull  back the curtain
And reaffirmed my path I am certain

What am I?

I am Love and Light from above

Who am I?

Of this I am well aware
It is for others I care

Where am I?

Standing in the beautiful light of day
Far removed from my personal Cenote
Writing is such wonderful therapy, well, actually, creation in general is amazing therapy for us all. I never thought of myself as ever being truly unhappy, let alone depressed...but for a couple of years I some how kept sliding down that sinkhole. I was not always down during this time, but there certainly was an undercurrent...other than being a dad which is such a joyful experience, not much else really mattered and there was a general lack of a joie de vie which was not normal for me. In not seeing the forest through the trees I simply felt I could conquer anything by myself without help...which is obviously incorrect. Thankfully I have help and, although belatedly, was willing to accept it...I never really liked burdening people with my problems...and my ego felt it could handle anything thrown it's way...but that is what the ego does. The process, once I opened myself up to the help, was relatively fast...it seemed like each week something new was re-awakened..I noticed more light coming into me...followed by light being emitted by me again...to saying "live is great...I love life"...words that had not escaped my lips in years....then I was humbled by the power of that which was trying to take my soul. I truly realized who I was...I am here to help others as re-enforced by many, especially a man of affluence...my goal is to share my energy, love and passion for life and uplift others and hopefully help them to feel that same power in sharing our energy. I truly believe in the Prince song...Live 4 Love...and again, that was not totally shrouded, but was enough of the time to take me off my path within my life's journey. My actions, for which I am responsible, during this time confused, worried and hurt some people and that makes me feel very sad...not depressed, just sad. I am fully confident, because I know that I am not alone...that I am back on my path...the path of light...being in-tune with the Divine and being alert for the synchronicity in my life. As I work on forgiving myself and fully loving myself again...which is my current task...my focus is on the present and a future filled with la joie la vie...life is good!

Live 4 Love
Shawn White Eagle

(c) 2019 Shawn White Eagle
Aug 2017 · 342
The Howling Reloaded
Where Ever U Go...

...Oh The Places U Will Go!!

Whatever U Do...

...Oh The Things U Will Do!!

As U begin this journey new
A poem I have penned 4...


Loup
Lupo
Lobo
Wolf
Ma’ iingan

...U

The voice
The very powerful voice

Rises deep within the aesculus
Creates a fullness, a resonance

Shaking the buckeye
And opening the 3rd Eye

Light afoot...
     ...through a dreamlike state

U glide through the underbrush
Time being taken, no rush

U stop and raise  your voice
For in this matter U have no choice

Whether a Growl
Whether a Howl

Your powerful voice...
   ...is the release of your soul

Your song rises high
Streaming across the sky

Your own hOwlPERA

          Or so U thought!!!

Because in this instance
From far off in the distance

Came that familiar, comforting call
That brings warmth with each snowfall

Touching your well trained ear
U know there is nothing to fear

A calm passes over U...
...for U know

That this message is true
And meant specifically for U

"Please Remember...

     ...I'LL ALWAYS Be There 4 U"

(c) 2017 Shawn White Eagle
I sound like a broken record...it has been so long since I last put my thoughts into prose. As my Lobo/Misigami/Minneosta begins this new path in this thing called life...I am proud of how my little pup has grown.  From being a helpless pup in the den...to those first steps exploring the outside world, eventually becoming an explorer in her own right...enjoying every adventure to the fullest...she has become not only a passionate explorer,  but a poet, an artist, a singer, an athlete, a student, a care giver...and so many other things that define this wonderfully loving person.  But most importantly...she is one of the most beautiful spirits I have ever known...and that incredible lupus spirit will continue to bring light into this world.  I love U Lobo!!  Do your thing and on the way...keep making this world a better place.

Live 4 Love
Babbino
Snap!

The sudden sound explodes through the reticent forest
Emanating from the grove of pine
It sends a warning to all woodland denizens
That danger is afoot

Her singular howl intones a chorus
That resonates throughout the forest

Metamorphoses begins
Her fragile spine slowly fractures
She lets out one last howl
Only to fall...unconscious

His golden eyes blaze with anger
As he gazes from behind a fallen tree

Cautiously approaching, he sees her lying motionless
Sans her white coat...no longer like him

He lifts his head back, takes a deep breath
And an urgent howl he sends far and wide

The desperate wail awakens a cadre of Ravens
Alerting them to their task at hand
Departing their perch, they go in search
Of the medicine which will save her

They arrive at the solitary cave
But not before the howl had echoed within

The Ravens encounter the just awakened medicine
Taking flight...the cadre leads the way
Thunder rages through the forest as paws strike the ground
Ravens swiftly lead Bear to their wounded friend

Finally arriving, Bear assesses the situation
Standing...she looks in wonder as to how this happened in their world
At her motionless friend
With her powerful paw locked in steel

That wonder was answered
As she looked into his golden eyes
She perceptively sees the work of a cabal
In setting the device

His eyes also show uncertainty
His black fur is standing on end
Intimating an urgency that Bear readily grasps
Medicine is needed quickly

Bear smiles
For she is the healer, the enforcer

A whitetail deer peers from behind an ancient cedar
As Bear, with her powerful paws, opens the trap
Bear licks the wound delicately
The wound begins to heal from the medicine

The power of Bear, and of Nature, is strong!

Bear places her giant paw over her, what seems like lifeless face
Color begins to fill her skin again as Bear gives medicine
An Eagle watches intently from above
As the familiar fur and body shape come back into view

For the first time, as she begins to awaken
The transformation is painless
Her once fragile spine has grown stronger with medicine
She drifts off

As her eyes begin to slowly open and come into focus
She sees a lone...silent figure

His golden eyes intently staring directly into hers
"I heard you howl", he said attentively
"I knew you would come", she replied, "U are always there for me."

Rejuvenated, she moved with assurance
Once again, feeling familiarity in this form

In her sheen coat of white fur, she now stood
Next to him, and his coat of fur that matched the raven's wing

They stood in contrasting, yet symbiotic fashion
He pulled her closer, and without making a sound
Gestured that it was time to move on...

(c) 2016 Shawn White Eagle
I have not written for some time, but often times events can inspire one to put "pen to paper", or, in this case, fingers to keys. :-)  I have reached back to continue a story I had left open ended some time ago, and doing the same this time as well.  I Love U Lobo :-)
Mar 2014 · 857
Fleur de Sydney
Unique unto itself
Reposed upon Mother Earth
A seed awaits the life giving rain
A drop, it too, unique
Tumbles from the sky
Lands upon the seed
Now secured within Mother Earth's womb
Germination begins
The maternal warmth of the soil
Caressing,  rhythmic breezes
Nourishing rainfall
Lift the seed
Upward towards the light
Crowning, breaking the protective soil
This seed
Has become a flower which will soon blossom
This flower
Grows taller
Stronger
And more beautiful each day
Basking in the warmth of the sun
Loving the sunny days
Yet strong enough to stand the rain
And even the most devastating storms
This flower begins to bloom
Radiating a heavenly glow
A glow that touches all who see

Her petals, tender and beautiful
Yet strong and resilient
Give strength to the other flowers
Enriching and strengthening this earthly flower bed
We know, as Planet Earth

(c) 2014 Shawn White Eagle
I am just so proud of my daughter for how she carries herself, how hard she works, her enthusiasm and talents, but most importantly for the impact she has had on me.  Being a father, dad, is the greatest role in the world, and  having such a beautiful person as my daughter only amplifies that feeling.  Aside from these traits, I am most impressed with how she truly cares for Mother Earth and the life upon it.  How she reaches out, wanting to give love to others and help them be beautiful too. Inspired today when I saw a fleur de louis....I came up with this.  These are my first words to screen in awhile...so, my Fleur de Sydney...thank U 4 being The Most Beautiful Girl in The World and my Fleur de la vie....I love U!
Sep 2013 · 3.0k
Dagwaagin (Autumn)
CRIMSON
Colors explode
As the sumac stands sentinel over the ebbing rays of the sun
Shepherding away *Niibin
to make room for Dagwaagin
Standing, alone, in a sea of green
Sumac heralds the changing season
And like an artistic wild fire
Is the first in what will become a palette of chromatic vibrancy

Sensing the subtle change
Mother deer, her two fawns and yearling
Meandering through the sumac grove
Make haste of the fading green buffet
Mother Bear and her cubs, now a year stronger and wiser
Gorge on honey and berries as they ready for their winter's sleep
Red-Winged Blackbirds, Robins and Sandhill Cranes congregate en masse
Hummingbird drinks the final drops of nectar
In anticipation of their journey south
In advance...of the returning white Biboon blanket

The clock of Mother Earth is precise
And the natural world follows her timely rhythms
As southerly and westerly winds shift to the north
Eagle soars high above...the yet unfrozen river
Vivid foliage slowly falls to the forest floor
Creating an intricate insulating tapestry for those below
In the meadow, swaying in the wind, stands a solitary Daisy
It's single yellow petal defying the departure of longer days

Harvest moon shimmers through bare branches
Dancing, tapping in rhythmic fashion, upon a quiet window
Stirring *Misigami
from her reverie
Outside her window, a lone black figure, a Lobo, like her
Acknowledges her presence, blurring the lines of consciousness
Signifying that dreams do come true
And that through the change of seasons
We grow
We become stronger
Wiser
And are given the true gift...of forever being...

...Hopeful

(c) 2013 Shawn White Eagle
The fourth, and final installment, of my seasonal poems, that I hope U have enjoyed.  Most of what has been written can be seen from the window as I write, while other parts, and imagery, have been personal in nature.  One thing I have kept in mind with these pieces is that as the seasons change, the cycle of life never abates, and that we really are just along for the ride.  Even though we cannot control how Mother Earth operates...one thing is a constant with each season...is that each, in it's own way, always provides that bright ray of hope. :-)

Live 4 Love
Shawn
Aug 2013 · 1.1k
I've Been Howling (Reprise)
The forest, as if in suspended animation
Exploded in a cacophony of sound

It was nothing more than a twig
Snapping beneath the weight of a padded paw

Yet, the silence was shattered by this atypical step
By this stealthy dark shadow slowly moving through the forest

His heart raced!
His usual calm...replaced by an awkward anticipation

Earlier, a howl he had heard off in the distance
So familiar, yet as if from another lifetime, beckoned

Ahead, with the dusky sky as it's canvas
A giant white pine stands as a sentinel, protecting...

...a lone silent figure...

Carefully, quietly, he approached
"I can hear you" said the now, not so silent figure
"In fact, the whole forest can!" she giggled

His golden eyes, now, intently stared directly into hers
"I heard your howl", he said attentively
"I knew U would come", she assuredly replied, "U are always there for me."

As he drew closer, she asked..."Am I dreaming?"
"Does it matter?", he inquired

Her breath quickened, slowly fracturing
As did her fragile spine as her body contorted

Into a shifting form, that would mimic his
Strong and sinewy

Rejuvenated, she moved with assurance
Once again, feeling familiarity in this form

In her sheen coat of white fur, she now stood
Next to him, and his coat of fur that matched the raven's wing

They stood in contrasting, yet symbiotic fashion
He pulled her closer, and without making a sound
Gestured that it was time for them to go...


(c) 2013 Shawn White Eagle
This poem, well, probably more story than poem, was written for someone very special and was inspired by a number of writings of  that someone who is very dear to me...I know this is something with very deep meaning to them, and is actually a "reprise" of sorts to one of their recent poems of the same title..  I purposely left the story open ended, perhaps that certain someone will "reprise" my reprise. :-)  I love U Lobo!
Jul 2013 · 1.4k
Niibin (Summer)
A mighty river sings her song
Fast flowing waters swell her form
Her mesmerizing sound envelopes the night
As trees upon her banks,
Dressed in full regalia,
Dance in the pale moonlight...awaiting
The Dawn of a New Day

Eastern Phoebe, first to awaken heralds the new day
Her short bursts stir those in the forest
Robin commences his morning song
Resonating melodic perfection
Peeking above the horizon, the Sun
Orange hue bathing Mother Earth
Warms Terra Firma

Her coat of green
Covered in morning dew
Glistens beneath the radiant Sun
  Mother Bear makes her way along the river's bank
Carefully teaching her cubs their daily lessons
She is key to their survival
She is their world

Monarchs and Swallowtails, warmed by the sun
Flutter by, tasting the sweet floral nectar
Brown eyed Daisies...await
The flight of the bumble bee
Hummingbirds dart and dance from flower to flower
Delicately tasting the sweet nectar
As they so precisely hover

The morning breeze stirs the trees awake
The sound...tranquil as crashing waves upon the shore
Muffle the stealthy steps of Lobo
And lift Eagle to wondrous heights
As a baby fawn lies motionless, scentless, while mother doe stands watch
Welcome 2 the Dawn...of a New Day...
...of a New Hope

(c) 2013 Shawn White Eagle
The third in a line of "season" poems that have had a seed planted within me.  It is summer and the warmer days, bountiful sun and starry skies, with the summer triangle, signal a wonderful time of year.  We have the opportunity to see all of spring's new creations blossom and grow...we have the sheer joy of feeling the warmth of the sun on our faces...brightening each day.  And summer is even better when sharing it with Lobo :-) I hope U all are having a splendid summer...all I know, is that regardless of the season, I am blessed, and in the words of Prince...Beautiful, Loved and Blessed 4 that matter.  Live 4 Love y'all!
Jun 2013 · 1.0k
3rdEye Boom of the Bass
Absent from this creation
4 far 2 long
Words stuck pressed under a rock
3rdEyeBlind
Midnight Blues at Paisley
INspiration, head bobbin'
Taken 2 The Max with
New Princely Music
And grooves of the feminine
3rdEyeGirl
3rdEyeOpen
FUNK my LIFE
The new FML
Life is good

(c) Shawn White Eagle
Been a looong time since I wrote anything...bit of a writers block, combined with a lack of time (sorry for not reading everyone's most recent writings) and just not feeling overly creative, which is not a good feeling.  Of course this piece was written rather quickly and it's not the best, but just something I'm feeling right now.  I am, as I wrote this, relaxing listening 2 a Live Stream from the Park known as Paisley, titled "Midnight Blues" and feeling energized. :-)  Live 4 Love...Shawn
Mar 2013 · 2.1k
Ziigwan (Spring)
The full moon, golden hued, bathed in wisps of clouds
Stares intently at the barren trees along the river
A white Biboon blanket being gently pulled back
Inside her den a mother bear and her cubs stir
Sounds of ice, creaking and cracking
Resonate through the naked woodland
Ice, slowly breaking away and fleeing from winter's frozen grip
Float lazily down stream
Upon free running waters carrying away the anguish endured
Gentler, warmer breezes carry dreams that become reality
The coming rains will soon nourish Mother Earth
Kissing her gently
Breathing life back into her dormant flesh
Barren trees clothed once again
Life springs forth at a rapid rate
Bathing in the yellow light of day
Birds sing with joy
In the meadow, a brown eyed Daisy
Invites butterfly kisses upon her ethereal beauty
An iridescent flash, a glitter, from the south
Flitting from flower to flower Hummingbird dances
As a tender southerly breath reminds us to forever be...

...*Hopeful
(C) Shawn White Eagle
Jan 2013 · 1.3k
Resonance (7.83Hz)
Rhythms of Mother Earth
Those which to life give birth
The pulse of all her life
When disrupted cause strife

Why is it we feel better when we go outside?
What has Mother Earth that is not inside?

Everything is connected
                                       And, in turn affected
                                                        ­                 By that which causes disruption
                                                      ­                                                                 ­      Mainly, human corruption
Drop a pebble in a lake
All things affected by that wake
Of those energy waves emitted
Like those from a tower transmitted

Where have the butterflies and bees gone?
Those that took fancy flight above our lawn
Why have their numbers decreased?
And why have more become deceased?

What is this pulse, what is this beat?
That which surrounds us and is beneath our feet?

Mother Earth's heartbeat, herRESONANCE...7.83Hz (hertz)
The same rhythm with which humanity flirts

Circadian rhythm, day and night
Daily cycle of dark and light

A world, from the eye unseen
Yet perceived by those who are keen
Aware of our world which is synergetic
With waves that are light, electric and magnetic

What happens in a world without bees?
Does the fruit still fall from the trees?
Do we want to live without the beauty of flowers?
All for the incessant need for transmitting towers?

What is the ultimate price that we may pay
If we do not hold our cell phones an inch away
As waves lethal as high concentrations of uranium
Are pumped continuously into our cranium

Wireless hot spots become pervasive
Much like a species that is invasive
Birds migratory instincts disrupted
By those towers that have corrupted

That natural balance we have with our mother
A balance that cannot be replaced with another

This resonance attributed to Schumann
Is a frequency that is also human

(C) 2013 Shawn White Eagle
I watched the documentary, "Resonance - Beings of Frequency" and was inspired to write this poem.  The film has some amazing information.  I have long been aware of the collapsing bee colonies and potential correlation with cell phone towers, but this film does a good job of laying out a solid foundation as to why our Mother Earth's frequency is so crucial to, not only bees, migratory butterflies and birds, but also to us as humans.  If we could only visually see the disruption caused by all of the various waves our technology emits on a continual basis.  I wish U all 7.83Hz on a daily/nightly basis.  Thanks for reading.

Live 4 Love
Shawn White Eagle
Dec 2012 · 1.6k
Star Bright
Star Light, Star Bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
For a new beginning apres tonight

A new DAWN, a new hope
One with an illuminated scope
Halting our slide, down this slippery *****
And freeing us from this encumbering rope

The new dawn, of a new consciousness
This creation of a critical mass cognizance
This genesis, of  a collective awareness
That is filled with LOVE and fairness

Star Light, Star Bright
I see no stars tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
That I share my light with humanity tonight

(c) 2012 Shawn White Eagle
I just happened to look our window at the wind singing through the trees and noticed the cloudy skies when "Star Light, Star Bright" popped into my head.  I immediately moved towards the Mayan end date and instead of having the fear of an apocalyptic end to time scenario...shifted to the idea of a critical mass of us who are able to shift humanity into a newer, deeper and more divine guided consciousness.  I wish U all well my friends as we move into this new era...Peace, Love and Light to U all.

Live 4 Love
Dec 2012 · 1.2k
Humanity (DisConnecticut)
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
Dec 2012 · 1.0k
Lobo
A powerful paw strikes the earth
Strong since your day of birth

A spat of dust arises
A cloud that disguises

A future with you in it that is bright
You who is bathed in divine light

For those who misjudge
And appear to begrudge

Your luminous essence
Most evident in your presence

Simply put, they are not needed
And for you, these words are to be heeded

Just as orchestral sounds swell with the howling song of oboe
The world, too, swells from your howling song, for U R Lobo
Written for Lobo...a very special spirit who makes the world a much better place as her paws make their way across Mother Earth and her howls fill Father Sky. :-)

Live 4 Love
Nov 2012 · 956
A Tear She Cried
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
Nov 2012 · 4.2k
Biboon (Winter)
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
Oct 2012 · 7.2k
Hummingbird
Wings a flitter
Iridescent feathers a glitter

Hovering briefly at a flower top
Usually not long enough to truly stop

This precious one of avian design
I  see delicately perched upon a twisted vine

The sun glinting off the ruby throat
Making it easy for on this one to dote

Although this perch may be brief
It does bear out my belief

That the light of her essence
Has me blessed in her presence

Medicine, absent of strife
Filled with the nectar of life

Life that bears the scars of complexity
Yet revels in the miracle of synchronicity

Placed on my path with divine intention
I would be remiss to discount this intervention
And yet fail to mention...

A renewal of mon couer and the magic of living
For this is the medicine that hummingbird is giving

And for me it is so easy to see
She is Nenookaasi
I've been labeled a "hopeful romantic" ;-)...just a little sumthin' sumthin' that I was inspired to write, Peace, Love and Light to all...
Oct 2012 · 5.9k
Daisy
Across the field I strained to see
Caught in the shadows of that old tree

My gaze fell across the field that day
Catching shadowed silhouettes that in the wind did sway

'Twas to the east of that old pine
That shadows played tricks on these eyes of mine

A pack of dancers in the wind
Moving the requiem of my heart to rescind

A lone figure began to alight
In the beauty of the dawn's light

Standing out in the cacophony of this scene
Among all the life that grows green

A single flower
Above all which it did tower

That single flower
Coming after a call to THE highest power

This beautiful brown eyed Daisy
Destined to amaze me
Sep 2012 · 1.3k
Requiem of the Heart
It is for my heart which I write this requiem
Upon it placed, a pensive moratorium

One that could last a life time
Or leaving one more hill to climb

I have but one choice
And need my inner voice

Do I dare start at the bottom?
I remember that hill from last autumn

River bluffs hill we raced up that day
A race U won in an impressive way
A picture of which U gave on my birthday
Hung so that I am reminded each day
That there is always a price to pay

The picture may remain
But U, my dear, have become profane

At the bottom of this hill I now stand
With the memory of my heart in a cold hand

I think back to that first kiss
A moment of perfect bliss

I would never trade what we had
Keeping the good and the bad

But it is at this hill I now loom
Wondering if another climb ends in gloom

I am reminded of that hill from that day
Just as I am the mountain on which I lost my way

I should not be afraid this hill to ascend
But daunting it is with a heart on the mend

For now I am quite jaded
For love to me has quietly faded

Faded away into the dusk
Leaving my heart a mere husk

If the winds of time do not blow that husk away
I may live to love another day
Outside the realm of romantic love I am standing tall and strong always able to overcome any hill.  I am merely wrestling with the idea of ever being vulnerable again and do not harbor that ***** four letter word (hate) for anyone currently, or in the past, who has turned the hike up the hill into gloom.

Live 4 Love
Sep 2012 · 2.2k
The Shoal (Mon Coeur)
Mon coeur...my heart
Is where I start

A journey as long as present and past
Over metaphorical oceans, oh so vast

Tranquil seas of turquoise blue and emerald green
Oasis to seas which for a time were violent and mean

Mon coeur...my heart
Would not be torn apart

A berth in a favorite Mediterranean port
Provided safe harbor of a sort

Reminding mon coeur...my heart
It had yet to reach the start

An unexpected voyage to an uncharted sea
Would lead me to believe there was something more for me

A voyage that made up for the many years of frustration
That always led to perpetual exasperation

Mon Coeur...my heart
Had at last reached the start

An open sea to travel
Honest words that never felt the gavel

A closeness
An openness

Both of which had not been felt
Both of which made my heart melt

Impeccable conversation
Invigorating recreation

She had to be made for me
We fit together so perfectly

My best friend...ma chere
My Elmo to her Carebear

Sunny days
Stormy days

Through those we made our way
And together forever we would stay

The journey over an endless placid sea
Was not meant to forever be

Shoal in the night
7th of June if I remember right

Mon coeur...my heart
Was finally torn apart

I know that all happens for a reason
And some are only with us for a season

But little does that help
All I can muster is the weakest yelp

For what I lost in the end
Was my best friend
This one truly does come from the heart...I am in a better place than I was on the 7th of June, a day the in the historic words of FDR will "live in infamy".  This poem has been quietly simmering the past few days and was inspired, in part, by a double entendre.  I am strong, for that which does not **** us, only makes us stronger and I will persevere.  As for mon coeur...my heart...I'm not sure if, when and where that might start.  Thanks for reading...Live 4 Love
Sep 2012 · 725
U R Lobo
Just be...
And U will see...
It is that essence...
That has never left your presence...

Seek, and U shall find, open your ears and your eyes and a single snow flake will again make a sound when it hits  your cheek...the falling leaves will sound like a cascade of rushing footsteps as they drift from the trees above striking the ground below and the dark path will merely be bathed in a more subtle light.  

U have never been a trespasser and never will be
U are of nature and nature is of U
U R Lobo

(C) Shawn White Eagle
Aug 2012 · 1.5k
Led
Led
Led 2 believe...
...like a heavy weight..oh, how I was led 2 believe...not 1, but 2 times, in a single year!

Hopefully it is the last...

...time being led down this path

I do not want to hear "U r a special and wonderful person"
I do not want to hear "I miss U"
I do not want to hear "I feel so comfortable around U"
I do not want to hear "I totally love U"
I do not want to hear "This is a committed relationship"

Only to later hear NOTHING as if it never existed...

Only to hear later that we cannot be 2gether anymore...

No more empty words...

No more vulnerability...

No more being led

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