Contact us at: whispernthunder1@gmail.comThe Pre-Veil
Distractions for the clever...
It's not about yesterday and beyond,
But about today and forever.
Consequence, for every possibility,
Common sense, distinguishing.
The purity of every vital thought,
The angle of insecure accountability.
Extinguishing loose ends,
As we tend to see how far a lie,
Or half-truth bends.
Hold on to the esoteric loot,
From what I've been told,
Will soon be pirated and sold,
"You've gone to question perfect answers,
With no sense of urgency to dispute."
My response, ladies and sirs,
You see,
Was in the subtlty of past tranqulity,
And honestly,
Life's meant to be lived,
As a minor depression.
A multidemensional slave,
Expected to maintain,
A subhumanstic constantcy,
Of transhuman progression.
Faith to be tested,
In spite of the level of transgression,
And a victimized nation,
Rejected with hate,
While subjected to hold no agression?
Why wait?
Time shifts.
Multireason-based purposes.
What destroys?
With no help from physical weapons,
Prime directive was met,
But the final one, still waiting,
Frustrating... not yet.
So ignorant to fight,
But can't take an intellectual bite,
Yet in a conceptual stage of teething.
Systematic addiction to academic meth,
Is a contradiction to a genius insight,
Too much of hit produces a backbite,
You overdose with the breathe of death,
When you finally stop breathing.
~ P.C.Hernandez
Bones Mutual
bones of
mutual interest
and
unspoken dreams...
ho^`-bthe
what is the unmentioned
intention
for these
overburdened
care worn
sets of bone?!
wa-hi`
spoke the vagry wind
to a whisper
dusted/studded
with time and its
ancient patience
ta-dse`
mo^-sho-dse
stolen clouds
from the
stone grounds
of the
thunder beings...
lightnings caste aside
in favour of
the hail stones
dancing...dancing
in equine shadows
of warmth
and flesh....
before the closing eyes
of Tatanka Iotake
the inner light
of life
of the
mountain morn
the drafted dawn
that breaks
from within
zhu`
ka-wa_no^-xe
flesh of flesh
seed of creation
the echo whispers
carried...
by the CEASEless winds
fire's bright flare
under
Tashunka Witco's care
sho^`-sho^-e
seeds of seeds
a water dreaming
nation..
seeping in
from
blue skylines
ke`-tha
into the
cracked
skin parched
landscape...
the kind that had written into it
names like...
Goyatle!...
Mangas Coloradas!
Vitorio!
Nana`!...
hooves drumming
the heated defiles
and arroyos..
like a
mesa pebble rattle
or a
desert drum
living equine tattoos
songs of
defiance!...
of a land...
a
red shaped people
who know
how to live there
prescient mountains high
yes
what are your intentions
for these...
yet cared for bones?!
pa-hi_stse-dse
ta`- ko
to^-dse
wa-hi`
silence...
a witness to the
wind whipped hair
that no longer flows
so freely
that no longer
glows with dreams
ho^`-bthe
laced with starlight
and the free rolling speech
of land carven flutes
marrow bones...
hunger of another
kind
bones of shadow,,,,,
forms of
translucent light
they are bound
to their passages
of LIFE!...
ghost' whisper
in a thinning
disguise
o^_xo`-e
what are your intentions
for these...
care worn
overturned
interred
well remembered set...
of bones?!
wa-hi`
wa-pa`
engines
horsepower
fossil fuel
flames...
tombstones..
for the living/
we still speak/
and our earth
is still red
mutual bones
gender failure
female genocide
a booth
a boot
by the side
of the road...
many passengers
merry songs
sorrows prevail
psalms of the journey
mune light
star light...
celestial breeze
screaming currents
of nascent native thought...
WE STILL LIVE!!...
ka-wa_ no^`-xe
ni`!
spirit rise
horse tail medicine
fled female flesh
red dress floats
like FIRE!!...
o^ pe`dse!!...
our sweet sisters
dance alone...
by mid night ember
and flame...
po-e`
grey strangers
upon our landscapes
commit their crimes
shades on horseback....
no one
happens by..
MMIW
missing murdered
indigenous women
image flashes
of pain
fleet as horses
their rushing rhythms
tapping staccatos
raising furies
to the surface
of their times.....suspended
remembered
summer winds
of ceremony..
ta`-ko
to^-dse
no one stopping to
take a breath..
bones of
mutual interest
which ones...
are yours?!....
ts'eeee
there's a message
in there
somewhere....
a message in/ there
haaaa
MMIW....
somewhere between
death and dawning
the murdered missing
indigenous women..
red hand prints
covering nose
and mouth
pressing against
grief-tipped
cheek bones
a mother
on a hunger strike
no one bothers
to ask why....
her daughter's remains
found
in a serial killer's
dumping grounds
a land fill
privatized...
wild horses
descendants
after colonization
rounded up/
for slaughter...
pregnant mares
non native apathy
for the unborne
no one
looks after them
just as no one looks
for the bones
of our sisters...
red earth beings.....all!!!...
taken
from their families
crushed from
brushed from....
their forms of life
So
what are your intentions
for these bones
that should hold a
mutual interest?!
extermination?!
gender genocide?!
pattern sterilization?!....
ni`-the!!
we are the
GhostRoad borne
walking the lands
we know
gathering all...
our relatives
taking them...
home...
no^`-xe_U-zho^-ge
u`-be-hni....
~ SoldierBlue