full of poems and songs that treats
like a natural antidote
That was once lost but lives on
SMUDGE OFF
with this smoke
that floats off flames
from these rhymes that I wrote
BRUSH OFF
Then sprinkle me
with the ash and remains
so my pores will absorb
these quotes to defend and cope
with the ghosts of past mistakes
These words are like a life boat
better yet a Red Cedar Dugout
used to float
Past my old self
who still crys
for HELP
Beggin for change
and cash on the Ave.
one more hit
one more brown bag
with an aluminum can
to withstand
my PAIN
That’s why I PRAY
all day
to maintain
Manifest Light Rays
to blind old ways
from coming out
the dark place
of my MIND STATE
So this day
I choose my fights wisely
because the right way
is to pave Red Roads
Guided by my Ancestors Soul
where the buffalo still roam
on Pow-Wow Highways
Where the fresh water Always Flows
From the Cascade Peaks
Where Heaven and Earth meet
Towards Rocky Mountain Snow Caps
Melting from the sun
Rising like yeast
from the East
to clear land
from DISEASE
Where our Children live and play
not growing up too fast
but are able to understand
what it means to Grass Dance
What it means to bring back
The Ghost Dance
our souls chant
Ancient Vibrations from Nations
That have been lost since the INVASION
That are now being Cultivated
Communicated through
states of
Prayer and Meditation
This is the Voice of Creation
To all my Relations
Spoken Words
To kindle the Flame
for the next Seven Generations
To nourish the ROOT
In the youth
With the Water that’s Fresh
It’s the TRUTH
Happiness cannot be shot
Through a needle that shoots
DEATH
Success
Can’t be measured
By the size of
Your platinum necklace
Time cannot be bought back
From the choices we’ve made
the only choice
is to choose
to ELEVATE
To some life is just a game
Playing the high stakes
But who’s really getting played
have we not had
enough of getting sprayed
with mace
foot and ankle chained
to Lies-N-Hate
It’s time we Remember
Our Elders Wisdom
That is slowly fading away
like other natural resources
that face Extinction
My Grandmother’s Eyes
Tell a story of Traditional ways
That existed before culture rape
and black plagues
A time before
Gang Violence
Alcoholism
And AIDS
A time before
Crack babies
Epidemics
And mental Slavery
We used to live in HARMONY
balance with all living things
created in unity
Giving Respect
Because the Creator is
A Reflection of All Things
The source
The season
The Life
The Teachings
The Song is still Breathing
The Drum is still Beating
Connected to mother earth’s heartbeat
Through Urban Jungles
And Concrete
We rejoice and Give Thanks
For Good Medicine Willz
Used to help Heal
The ill ones
Still suffering right beside us
A new beginning
All things go in Cycles
Old souls are being reborn
In the child
Look at the Grandfathers Smile
We Missed You
A-Ho Mitakuye Oasin
(We are all Related)
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