earth relic remnants
 
relics...
remains..
finger points 
of the 
sacred shadow reeds
slender passage 
marshland notes
of the 
soughing wind
ta-dse`

reptilian mud  ramps
leading back
to  the cool jeweled
swamp lands
o^...yes 
the soft sight 
is deceptive
the shaded greys
only
one pigment
away...
sentient death
wa-ce`-da
o^...mo^-i^`-ka
earth!

dreams 
necklaces
made for
song and sorrow
blood redder than
the passions
of the lost passages
here....there
replete with
skeletal shapes
forgotten story formations
of time
easy to find
maybe marred 
by violence
maybe injuries
scarred by the 
endless tide

let us  harvest the 
rock salt
and begone

unkempt avians
sing  their 
lowing songs
of fervor...
dirge blanched
warnings...water marks
for those who can
read them
swamp borne shades 
talking..." you sure
this is your calling?!"
words falling short
preaching to the 
stoic
reaching for what 
can not be attained
o^...yea
the  unreachable
so saith all
delta mud baptized
because they know
your folly
& hold no interest
in the qualities
of social provenance
someone elses idea
of  a " good book "

fissures in the
bayou
the backwash smells
scent stories
of their own
of all that have 
made a home
between the pileons
and the 
silt bottom lands
on nobody's map
skiffs that take 
no notice
between fresh water 
and salt
what?!...
you thought 
we didn't know ALL
our lands?!

you spilled blood
becme the sacrifice
of your own self righteousness
you/...
discovered nothing!

bones slip
through the  
hollow feeds of
sunlight n shadow
ke`-da-xe
moss tendrils
hanging from 
grey skinned
trees
jagua`...feline growls
cottonmouths rasp
serpentine beings 
that defy description
or unjust naming
sway with the nature
of their landscape

slough songs
cattail  legends
told by
smokeless fires
the mid night
tithes of life
ho^-mo^-i^`
they who move 
in the night

plaines fade
stars flare
change shape
the skeletal dirge
of severed constellations
salt wounds 
in the harvest
thereof
what?!....
you were hoping 
for  a crystalline sweep
of a celestial breeze?!...

death abounds 
where none 
are looking for it

ts'eee
it is always
at hand
just over the shoulder
of land lines juddering 
the ignorant
and the wise
open water...swamp seclusion
safe haven?!..
what a jest!...
what a surprise!...
not!...

ts'e
the marsh
lands
the swamp 
lands
drain and replenish
shifting slipping
and still!....remain
unchanged in their nature!...

it  is the price  
we paid
o^...yea remember 
dancing  rabbit creek?!
ha!..red earth all abustle
all a cluster...
the chah tah 
do!
we forget nothing!!
tides run
ages turn
sand and aggregate ripples
of sodden not a
sedentary
form of life
shpo^
will O' wisp threads
of wind soft whispers
xo`-e
stuck in clay banks
of bramble thick
and driftwood
ni-do^`-ga-xa

there are terrible secrets
gathered  here
there is love
and  prayer
there is no odor
of slothful hope
hope....
is waiting to be 
served...
we....do not
wait 
for any such 
hand out!!

we work at giving 
the hand up
with  the diligence
for love of life

progress is what we
make for ourselves
sacred relics
blessed entities
we`-to^_i^-da
we see
you
we see 
what needs 
to be done
after the rising
sun
mi`-i-tho^be_ts'a-zhi
the sunrise that dies
not
meantime
we harvest
our rock salt
as we have
ages uncounted
ni-cki`-the
tempest borne
we know
the fury 
of seasonal passage
we remember
all
of sovereign first nation
relations
we are the weave
of our lands
swamp fed
solid ground

ours
to take care of
we are the root and stick
thorn and  berry
of what has always been
sustenance to us
ga-co^`-i^
dawn is breaking
it is a new day
are you ready?!
we are!...
sacred relics are ours
they shine 
with inner spirit
so do we..


We are the 
Ghost Road borne
blood warm
and radiant
and we shall shine
with the attendant
Sunrise
Blue herons 
rising from the
swamp fed reeds
xi-tha!
the eagles!....screaming
down mountain vales!...
red earth!...
we shall shine!

No^-xe_u-zho^-ge
U`-be-hni


~ SoldierBlue


















Twenty-first Century Titans

They walked tall among the masses.
They were filled with power and inspired awe.
Giants to the rest, they bowed to no one.

Feared and hated by many, they wielded a strong sword.
Godlike, they appeared when viewed from afar.

Tall because they stood on the bodies of the dead.
Power gained through relentless rape.
Giants who bowed to their self created image.
Hated and feared for their blind self-indulgence.
Spoiled bullies when viewed from close vantage.

Once they had a dream of heroes.
Once they were inspired and righteous.

But the dream was tainted by corrupted power.
The fiery inspiration turned to greed.
The high minded became the arrogant.

Now they are a giant shell.
Screaming loudly of right and wrong,
Wielding a sword with irresponsible purpose,
In hopes that no one can see what lies beneath.

In hopes that no one can see the spirit lost.
 
~ Carol Dixon



Cleansing

He lay still as death,
His eyes closed...seeing with his mind,
Calling forth a golden light
To enter the crown and flow downward.

With each breath, the golden glow
Penetrated further down his form,
Pushing out the darkness,
Like a wind flowing from his feet.

Each golden breath flowed deeper,
Arms glowing, torso shimmering,
Scattered waste flowing like focused smoke
Outward and then dispersing.

The last whiff of darkness leaving,
Accompanied by the warm gold glow,
And then he was filled,
Filled with healing light,
Flowing in and out like a fountain,
Recycling though his being.

He was no more, but he was all,
And he was whole again.

~ Carol Dixon