Desecration
 
Flame out
shadows 
of shades
and spirits
no^-xe_u-zho^-ge
roads crawl across 
waterfalls
drop down vales
unfolding future
landscapes
for now
better seen
as dreams
ho^-bthe
bulldozers
the burning
" non-existent "
bones..
da`-xthi^
the scorch
upon the OldeOnes
wa-mo^-pshe-the
days spent
with the 
haudenosaunee
memory brings forth
the sound songs
of  the  drum
tse`-xe-ni
sho`-dse-no^
the smoke
of those who walk
when most...
are unaware...
u`-be-hni
the apparitions
of our lives
that have made us
who we are
da`-zhi
fires fading 
unto extinction
dreams 
of bright lights
the stars 
we have storied
just beyond sight
u`-tha-ge
visions of
brushed leather
the OldeOnes
protecting themselves
spirit fire!..
pe`-dse/No^-xe!
shi_a`-ki-tha!..
turn!....fight back!!...
o^...the spirit 
of fire..
does not dim..
we shall sing 
the songs
of living coals
wa-tho^
pe`-dse_ci-tse
as all of  
creation
finds its voice
bo^_hu!...
it is never I
red earth
has no register 
for ego
it is always we..
o^-gu`-e ni-ka-shi-ga!!..
WE THE PEOPLE!!
SOVEREIGN NATIONS ALL!!..
dust to smoke to
blood
mo^-sho`-sho-dse
sho`-dse...
wa-bi^`
so..in the quiet
of song 
comes the realization..
we are never alone
as native bloods
the atrocities
thrust upon us
been many
some...continue
as with the 
burning of
ancestral bones
we vow....to keep
walking
and bring everyone
safely home
with patience
and relentless endurance
da`_a-mo^-ka
we are
the GhostRoad 
borne...
no^-xe_u-zho^-ge
u`-be-hni

~ SoldierBlue


The Gardener

He felt the surge of energy
As yet another epiphany enveloped him,
Transforming him into a messenger.

Always his search continued
For yet another way to tell the story
Of the error of their ways,
For the magic needed to inspire them to change.

And once again he was answered by a driving pulse
Deep within his soul,
Filling him with fire
And radiating from his eyes, his voice, his words.

They left with thoughtful looks,
Speaking words like “amazing” and “great”.
They felt entertained,
Yet somehow haunted by powerful thoughts
That mingled restlessly in the back of their minds
With their comfortable preconceived notions of reality.

And they went about their lives
Never realizing the seeds
That had been planted in their souls,
While he continued to search for yet another way...

- Carol Dixon

Heads or Tails

Each moment molds us, defines us.
Each word we hear becomes us.
Each thought we have remains with us.
Every action done or received
Leaves its mark on who we are.
The definition identifies and makes unique
Each life, each viewpoint, each personality.
It sets apart that which we are.

Each moment molds us, defines us.
The words close doors behind us.
The thoughts separate us.
The actions force us into roles
That narrow our perspective.
The definition isolates and makes us different
In our minds, and erects a wall
That sets us apart from who we are.

It is only when the walls have windows that we are whole.

- Carol Dixon












Olivia - Silenced Sisters


the wolves
are howling
echoe songs
rippling across
the water
shafts of shadow
ke`-da-xe
long bones
of sorrow
stse-dse...wa-hi`
flowing down
down
through the depths
beyond surface rain
beyond thought
water...ni-zhiu`
unto softened casements
of
lake made silt
a weave 
of sodden silk
no man
could make
ripple rains
push smoothe
against fallen metal
the arc
of a windshield
left too long
beneath & away
from the Sun
far from the wind
the songs
of the grasslands
wa-tho^...to^-dse
family face
looked for with
longing
i^-dse`
shades that
dance the munelight
the waloves are calling
bo^_hu
the people 
are  searching
someone has gone
missing..
the people are asking
questions
tribal police
b i a
" why won't you 
search the lake?"
it is after january...the water
has thawed...what are you doing?
why won't you
look now beneath the disquiet
of wind & soft waves? "
( sigh..hhaaaaa..)
queries....accusations..
fingers stabbing 
the air..
the ignorant squabbling
of fear & disinterest
someone is lying
someone knows more
than the printed 
masse of an "official"
report
mother of fiive
sister of origins
daughter of the 
Lakota...Olivia!!
where have you 
been?!..
the birth
of knowing
the death of prayers
ts'eee

laced w/understanding
she/
won't be coming back
she has become else...
she is now
another...red dress
one of a 
growing number
morph/
Olivia...a silenced sister
Sha`-be
darkness
ke`-da-xe
zhu
flesh robe
left 
w/in a 
pick up truck
findings still to be
determined
at the bottom
of a crumbling edge
ko^-ha
of a water bank
lake water
shpo^
wa-xe`
a sodden grave 
ke`-da-xe-shko^
over which stands
the shadow image
of a Lone Bear
watching....over her
death
nine months
the turn of time
thirty yrs
awareness...
missing...murdered
disappeare(d)
red cloth/ red dresses
tresses dressed in red
zhu`-dse
the silenced sisters
of red earth
gender genocide
call it what it is!..
elders quoth we/
you were not raised
to live w/fear
fear is a sickness
wa-xthi
one that came across
on the boats
with the unwashed masses
you xi^-ha`_cka
so fondly self indentify 
yourselves as
it was never mmeant
to be ours
silenced sisters
of our people(s)
our grief lays heavy
w/you
thirty yrs
& over 
six thousand cases
many open ended
their cries become hollow
no end in sight
e`-to^-ha
the distance 
still to be traveled
we`-to^_i^-da
divine(d) sight
w/anguish
we see you!!
& wait!/...
to bring you home!
Olivia...we will pray for you
your family will 
lay you/ 
to rest...
sleep now sister...
sleep...
this part for you
is finished now..
we will continue
to work at 
keeping 
our other sisters/
yet with us...safe/
grants
o^..yea
that's all you officious
law enforcemen agencies
are good for!..
throw money at it!..
make the problem
go away!...
smother it 
with 
greed/guilt..
contempt!....
do nothing! 

jurisdiction....juris
prudence..
my ass!!
do something!..
you cowards!!...
the wolves are howling...
there are many more
silenced sisters
silenced by fear...drugs
or another of the
many forms of
disappearance
they..
are yet 
to be found
we are the
GhostRoad borne
we will keep
looking..
no^-xe_u-zho^-ge
u`-be-hni

~ SoldierBlue