"shamen" poems
The thing is, the lesson is, I survived.
Never mind the rust or the abandonment
or the sabotage or the self sabotage,
or the wandering in the wilderness,
bars and hitchhiking in the night,
the wrong turns and the right turns unrecognized,
or the helpers and healers, the jacklegs,
quacks, shamen and priests.
Never mind the things that came undone,
and the constant rearranging of fate
or God’s insistence in letting me stew
in my own juices. Never mind
the arrows or thorns or innocent bystanders
content to watch me bleed, those who
see me as entertainment or suspect.
Never mind the constant need for maintenance,
the broken parts, the ones I could fix
and the ones I could not,
the depression, the fear, the fight,
the checkered past, a perfect target
for any who care to shoot.
Never mind all of it. The parts that recovered
and the parts that never will.
The blood shed! So much of it.
So many tears. So much lostness,
darkness and fire. The wars. The surety
that you were never made for the world you live in,
the anger
I felt, uncomfortable with it every time it rises, and
the anger
aimed at me, a thing more comfortable to you,
more familiar,
but no less weaponized,
Never mind all of it.
I survived.
I found love. I gave love.
Some things I did, mattered.
At times, there is joy.
Don’t tell me there is no God.
I know better.
I survived.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 9:09 AM UTC
In the ancient ages of our story,
Long lost on the storm-tossed sea of time,
Mystics, Shamen, Seers, Poets, and Prophets
Pointed to paths leading to survival,
Vital roads for our guides to find.
Lo, our progress came through
The purge of many perils.
In the grip of that troubled existence,
Our visionaries found the way forth
From a plague of deadly terrors.
Born out of the feverish tumult of the mystic Wild-man
Or the symbolic song of a Tribal Priestess,
Came words of hope and vision.
Their inner-light was a primordial premonition, stoking
The courage to make our daunting decisions.
Their mind’s eye pierced the veil, striking
Lightning catalysts into a forest of fascination,
To ignite the strength we must bring to fruition!
We clung to their words as we clung to each other,
And heard their call to mission.
We allowed the signs of their ecstasy to gestate
Within our souls; words woven into myths
To bear the fruit of immortal imagination!
Out of this flame came the hard-won wisdom of our people,
Our embryonic culture, and the seeds of our salvation.
We traveled on in the grip of a darkened world and
Survived together, confirmed by a shared oath.
The tree of humanity’s fragile hope must take root,
To fulfill its future growth.
We are an Ark-people, a covenant people,
A people of deep foundations.
We take that light, that fire, and
That power into our destiny,
Striking wild and true within!
May the ineffable Creator bless our steps,
Secure our path, inspire our faith,
And anoint our hearts for the road ahead,
Beyond…
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
I am a beast
I'm a brute
I'm a crazy
Tis
A loot
Tis
Some sandals
Some hippy boots
Long hair
To divinity
Let the dollar hang by noose
I'm free
Eternally birthing
Making friends
With doctors
And shamen
Upholstery
Tidings
Of presents
Linger the tree
Demon devils
Hells sixth level
They intensify me
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
Plush cushions for a wood green hut
Indigent, arrogance, and Omniscience
Learned counterpart owned the seats
Grey, humble, Shamen
Pure fear, unmoving in his discourse
Pure love, uplifting in his seat
Time calls for action. Was he willing?
Yes--preparation inside the wood tree hut.
Inside the young man’s mouth
Chewed a taste of bubble gum worn out
For one hour they waited
Sitting comfortably, and waited
Blood Red skinned Demons peel off the roof
Razor Talons swinging
Razor Talons scratching at our young man’s head.
Our shamen waits, unmoving, calming, and encouraging
Inside his breath was a spell.
To calm, and quell any foe.
A cool breath froze the winged ********
Sending them back to where they came
Time passes
A mind now healed like a band-aid covering a wound
His mind was pulled closer.
Our young man returned his eyes to the wood green hut
Seeing the old man, smiling for his own part
A street-wide smile was sent back
Leaving the seat he thanked him with complete
Love for each other, and all mankind
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 8:18 AM UTC
No Symbolism is more relevant
than that with which you resonate.
You may create your own perfectly valid Symbolism,
for you are the reflection of your inner God.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC