#tribal
found by your tribe
in tribal song
dance of days
to eternities drum.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:25 AM UTC
Outside native shore where distant relatives come from
Mountainous hills looked like folds of crashing tide
Grooving trees danced to the rhythm of ancestral drum
Woodcraft countenance of a beast appeared, faces run to hide
Metal gutting through air like the reek of some fermented spirit
All shivering bones must heed to this mystic call of resonance
And should one ignore those small alarming bells; waist-tied to this trigger happy grit
Only vicious death 'll bid victim farewell in any horrifying state of happenstance
We should have set forth at dawn; long before the eve of a looming Caesar's day
Lest we meet dangling blade at the crossroads handheld by bitumen-drenched ****** from southeast
But as daylight covered herself with a blanket of gathered thick clouds of may
The land's celebration of silence was ruined with the marching ankle-bells of the masked beast
Cultures are birthed like the plethora skins of an onion
Smearing our visions with this spiritual sogginess of something rooted and cruel
We have always known masquerade brandishing a stick stripped from tall bamboo straws; to be seen as a merriment minion
And not this awful glare at its wake, needing mask spray from mouth-spitting gin, perhaps; to aggravate horror of a burning fuel
We have heard rumors of their king's weaning breathe
Perhaps; mere travelers' souls should be spared from unforeseen burial rites
For our supplication of a thousand lives shall go to mend his majesty's health
So we may leave the festival behind with great hastiness and mights
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 9:10 AM UTC
I was
**** happy
and doted
to her
my grave
that splinter
her trace
with two
me and
you an
ancient love
of fiesta
now in
Maya this
ram of
fire in
lorry's spin
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC
On this beach
It's where , I find peace
Sand between my toes
Waves crash splashing me
She's such a beauty
This beach
A gift of nature
I find such pleasure
On her shores
Miles have been walked
Driftwood gathered
Laughter's echo
Of days enjoyed here
Even buried my Emma
On her shore
It's just a beach
Oh she's so much more
This Mission Beach
© Jennifer L Delong 7/3/17
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
When all the water has left
the dry Earth will sing to Sky
Return, please, return!
Both the stone pulling
and the void pulling
like to kiss in the middle
of war. Scorched turns to damp
in the end, providing our
diligence and duty to life.
It's shameful the water goes
now when such destruction
hangs in the near distance.
Diligence may no more undo
the damage, for the time
has gone as well.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:19 PM UTC
We all have our own destiny,
written in the celestial mystery,
Mayan cycles in the eternal so trippy,
transition of ego death can be accepted,
our souls last forever protected,
fear is only a shadow from light of awareness,
experience deathless consciousness,
nothing but a transformative change,
a quantum jump strange,
fictional in the cosmic game,
rearrange dance celebrate and play,
welcome the unknown foresty beyonds,
all webs of being are woven better,
we are all one from the beginning until forever,
ceremonial tribal & shamanic let's gather together.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
Buffalo abound
Providing all with one hunt
Sustaining the tribe
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
We can remember it for you wholesale
once we clear the stage of initial erase
Sure I might lisp on a drunk night,
exasperated and claiming in collapse,
I'd rather pack rat the memories in one place
and consign my pain away to tall tales.
I'm drowned, running down wi-fi 6th street.
Printing my soles to follow my heels
as inescapably I lose track of me.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
Oh mother and father
The fields and the bibles
The barns and the woods
A bird cries for more
Green forever
Oh my love; my queen
The carvings and the maples
The sweet lips and gentle
Hands clasping my arm;
Moonlight quiet and sunlit smiles
For a while.
Oh brothers and sisters
Look at the fire
Look at the ash
Look at the skies
Feel my skin
Feel
A dry scale on my back
Crawl in the forests
Roll in the mud
Feast on the fallen
Birth to the given
Eyes on the sky and the sky so blue
I am alive
I am alive
I
Am Alive.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC