Horizon Event


Awake on the inside
at the edge of the dreamside
rushing to the upside
of the event horizon
 
In the betweens
I caught a glimpse
of him
in all his beauty
 
A glorious sight
Child of Thunder Beings
Son of  Light
that lights the skies
and calls the rain down
 
I gazed about
and wondered 
and finally asked aloud
"Am I the only invited
guest to witness
such an event?"
 
I'm told to listen
I'm told to watch
I'm told there's a message
waiting for me
 
Mesmerized
I watched his feet
pound the dry, dusty earth
lightning works
reaching up
the sides 
of his thighs
radiating
through his body
 
Thunderstruck
I watched his spirit
soar to the stars
as he danced
the ethereal dance
of the ancestors
 
I closed my eyes
and prayed for all
and for myself
that I would survive
this nonhuman happening
taking place in
the Event Horizon
 
Before I knew or understood
I was there in front of him
looking into his eyes
lightning looking back
 
He touched my hand
and something happened
something I cannot explain
we began to dance together
and he called
to the sky for rain
 
This dance I danced 
with the Thunder Child
reached it's fevered pitch
something broke open
and the sky rained down
drenching our skin
drenching the Earth
we continued the dance
 
Rivers flowed
to hills and valleys
waves of memories
flooded my mind
flooded my being
as we danced
the dance unending
 
He drew me in further
and I wanted to go
but something was
pulling me back
 
I woke with a start
in the dark of my room
still trying to process
where I was and 
what had happened
 
Feeling like I had been
somewhere I had not
been before
the scent of rain
still upon my skin

~ Lisa Wilson


Time: Small Lives
 
time types
its own history
it does not adjust
there are no
do overs
there can be 
no edits

done is 
done....
sho^

crass tin
can become
ageless sylvar
gilded lame`
can become
the indefinable
warmth
of a golden sun
....is the fire
pe`-dse
brighter 
at dawn?!
or at sunset?!..
o^...yes mi-u`-xpe

the planetary well
does not speak
it is...

death is...
what/ does that
kiss taste like?!

fire?...ice!..
the bite of both
perhaps
the answer is locked
in passage
the sting
 of hail stones
ba`-ci

wa-hi`
wa-tsi`
the bones  dance
shadows jump

ke`-da-xe
xo`-e
a-hiu`

and we/
are left 
with the whispers
of the crowe
...the carrion whiff
an afterthought
beneath an oiled
little wing 
of constant motion

stealthily
come the 
sudden darkness
no time
for rest
we must seek
the ashes
of another day

ho^-ba
ni-xo`-dse

peel from us
the corn husk
of olde lives
it is time again 
to die

another/
small death
ts'e

the ruins
of that/
other day

shall we test
the validity
 of a last supper?!
to be 
wretched & true?!

shall we/invest
proofs
of genocidal crews
of.."exploration"..
the REAL meaning
of foundering 
a new land

unto  submision/
techiques
of annihilation
to make true
statements like/

" it was an empty
unspoiled land..just waiting
for  the right hand
to make it..."productive"..."

somehow
the concept of
of extinction
ni`-the...
doesn't  ply well
when speaking of
empty..unin
habited
(psst!!....don't steppe on that skull !)
"wow!...that looks like a rib!...(of a child)
not the twig I thought
I almost tripped on! "

death takes its toll
time writes its own
vision
and we?!...we as the 
children
of many
the first glut
of eighty million
gone down
a body......count
are left  with lies
and remnants  unrecognizable
for peaceful attainment
{NAGPRA!}

wi`-gi-e
prayer
it is what 
we have 
ts'e _zhi^-ga

o^..yes
it is time 
for another 
small dearth/
death of being

we are
the 
GhostRoad borne
and we are
ALWAYS walking 
our way home...

no^-xe_u-zho^-ge

u`-be-hni

~ SoldierBlue



Women - Why Is That?
 
women
red earth
gender genocide
the stars yet shine
upon their 
stark/  white/
smiles

why is that?!

mi-k'a-k'e
the stars are considered 
modern science
though 
they were ancient
before we
ever were/
why is that?!

distant fires
beckon me..
pe`-dse_we`-hi-dse
as magik whispers
( I can keep you warmer)

silk shreds
thread bare  tunic
stripped leather
chamoise stitching

I sidle closer to the 
ideas
of black marks
earned from drinking
stained waters
by the bay
tidal pools
jettte source form
from the river styx

magik whispers
with thick honeyed  
tongues
of ribbon silke
( I can keep you 
warmer)
halo dogs bask
in the bitter blizzard
rays of sun

why is that?!..

silent sisters
grandmothers
daughters
childbearing and 
children
six thousand 
and counting
female shadowed pain
they lay stretched
in the deep silence
of shade/
decades in the  making
of this misery

they lay 
praying/wi`-gi-e
someone
will
turn on the lights
tune out the 
wakeful sounds
of emptiness
renew the journeys
of
spirit recovery

screaming 
as they will
by the thousands
waiting to be counted 
as found
buried  bones
teeth 
eyes
buried treasures
of forgotten lives

o^
gender genocide...
why is that?!

shapes
misgiven
torn lycra filaments
underwires
caught upon 
four forty stainless
in mid breath
died or
disappeared
the end 
is the same
another choke of 
spirit/no^-xe

do`-dse_u-thi^ge
the starngulation
of mutilated life
described as soul
shadow wolves
pace me
ke`-da-xe_sho^-ge

we eat cold meat
the wind carries
our throat murmurs

Ghto^
thunder
pressed to their pads
my palms aching
feet and hands
we look for sign
between sedge
and sand
the green grass
xa`-dse
xe`-ga the dead browning
cloven
bunch grass
as if top knots 
of hair

olde scorch
still able 
to burn
the pads
of our feet..
ka`-xe 
the crowes
take to the air
they will guide us

to the death dealers
the spiteful
the petty  
we say
" we are coming for you! "

gender genocide
why....is that
paid no mind?!
why is that
the grey of normal?!
why aren't you?/ joinng us
in search..of our women?!...
this travesty decades
in the making!..
we follow the bone hunt

the shadow wolves 
and I
WE
are the  GhostRoad borne!
and WE
are always
walking  
our way home!

No^-xe_U-zho^-ge

u`-be-hni


~  SoldierBlue