Slow Fire Manifesto

~ Soldier Blue


it started
in the background
and ended
with the line...
"and so it was told
to me"....

slow  fire
manifesto
chaffe...brambles
thorns
dead limbs
wood...'nd wooden flesh
o^ driftwood
ni-do^`-ga-xa
excess
largesse

ready to be
burnt..
it was a
slow fire/
manifesto

colas talking
sap popping
with a rhythmic
frequency
it went live
into action
a slow fire
manifesto...

they said
there were things
to forget
they said
the past
was gone
so don't waste
your breath
 
red  earth
solidified
we grew up
with these words
we knew
what they meant
we were forced
to endure
an alien language
from a people
of woven formed liars

it was time
to stand..
to remember
what our
olde ones meant
 when they/ said....
wa-zhi^_i-ta
of my own
free will
of my own...
accord

you....
keep your
glad rags..
of freedom
we choose
to build
a slow fire
manifesto!!

we will burn
our own
olde trees
(sacrifice)

raise the sacred smoke
of our prayers
 dreams...
wi`-gi-e
ho^-bthe
as with care
we enter
our
new era
of a/
slow fire
manifesto

we shall scrape thin
the skins
of the four
sacred directions
we shall speak
xi^-ha

we know
they will be
broken
we know
they will be
cut
we know
we shall bleed!!
generations before us
generations behind
songs echoe
hearts clamour
for justice!
before ever a
judgement
is passed
Blood!...calls
to Blood!..
we!
shall not be
ignored!

it is a
slow fire
manifesto!
we are the
manifested rage!
of olde
marrow bones
ancient
in their design
wa-mo^-pshe-the!..
ancestral thoughts
SHINE
upon our face'..
as we deliver
the next set
of "gifts"...
responsibilities
balanced upon
our already overladen
fingertips...

we  steppe
we steppe
we stoop...
we!...
dance again!!...
singing songs
that the people
can dance to!..
i`-wa-tsi!...

o^....yea
it is a
slow fire
manifesto!!..

drums tap
the thunders
we hear
the grandfathers
are muttering..
amongst themselves
,times light
for the tides
of the people
have come again...
words into actions
to  be made manifest

no page can hold
these words
it has all been said
before!...
so we take our time
to strike
the flame

of our
slow fire
manifesto
po-e`
the far reaches
the marshland
corners
the boggy pits
the cenotes
the tinajas
the crush and scrape
of grinding
water passages
i`-ki-sho-dse
disappearing into...
the water smoke

ditches 'nd
waterways
slough into a
toxic twist

manufactured malfeasance
the effort makes the
end result
futile...
you can't bathe
in it
you can't
wash clothes
in it...
you certainly can't
DRINK IT!!...
slow  fires
boiling bones..
wa-hi`...

it is a
slow fired
manifesto

mange tripe
mongrels..
grapple with
slow death
the constriction
a closing grip
of chemicals
the waste
that serves
only as
annihilation!!...
ni`-the!!...

hands mutilated
unto the soft trace
hieroglyphics
eyes mutated
by colour graphics...
'nd clickbait...
 no^-be`!...
i^-shtaaaa

burnt retinal values
that you have given
yourselves
blaque holes
of digital consequence

you have indulged
in a deluge
of wealth!...
that isn't there!!...
and count yourselves
lucky?!!...
what the hell's
wrong with you?!!...

red earth
we shall bleed
we shall dream
to repair our reality
skimming the dross
takes time...
it is why
it is a slow fire
manifesto
we are the
GhostRoad borne
and we
shall take the time
to cleanse our home
da`-ci-hi... heat
heart warmed ceremonies

no^ -xe_u-zho^-ge
u`-be-hni











Turning Points

​~ Carol Dixon

We spend each lifetime stumbling through the mist of decisions,
Each droplet a potentially perilous choice...

There is no key, no clue, to reveal
Which drops are those which merit careful thought.
Some are small in their path, and insignificant
In the overall scheme of our evolution.
Others are turning points..each a precipice
From which there is no return,
Lasting for lifetimes to come
And changing us to our very core...
Some bring monumental leaps of growth,
And others throw us back to the bottom step.

Each of us can look back with thought,
Examine droplets that mattered..
For they remain engraved on the tablet of our souls.
We can see the turning points,
Imagine where we would have gone if taking the other road.

Some use this reflection to aid future navigation
Through the mist that ever remains opaque.
Some ignore it and stumble on,
Never adding to the map of their lives,
Doomed to wander in circles, betting on random chance
That they will wander in the direction of growth.
Some see the turning points, but lack the wisdom
To see the direction that they need...
Taking instead the direction they want at the time.

Each droplet, each choice, affects our path..
Affects the path of those with whom we travel,
Affects our destination and our journey.

Wisdom is the understanding of the balance,
The ability to see the turning points,
To rise above the mist long enough to see outside ourselves,
And to see ourselves in all,
To know that each droplet affects us and is us
And makes us who we are and who we will be.
Each droplet molds our spirit, our path,
Determines which we will choose next,
And sets us on a journey from which there is no return.

Droplets chosen selfishly, for gratification
Cause the mist to thicken,
Blinding us to paths otherwise open.
Droplets chosen that reflect on self,
Chosen for what they will make us,
Open doors to places where the mist gathers
In deep pools of meaning.

Turning points....
We spend each lifetime stumbling through the mist of decisions,
Each droplet a potentially perilous choice...

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