Contact us at: whispernthunder1@gmail.comDisappearing
~Taina Amayi
I am disappearing into the darkness, and the darkness alone sees me, but does not hear my cry. Why see yet not hear? I can no longer cry.
This life has dried up all my tears, and the loneliness has taken my voice. Soon I will be no more.
I wondered if anyone would notice my absence, but the answer, clear as glass was "no."
Said before, and now said again, again, and again, this life has dried up all my tears, loneliness has taken - no, stolen - my voice.
I can now say no more. Apache woman with no tribe, a wife with no husband, a mother with no children - a lost woman with all hope gone.
I survived by belonging nowhere, my final journey will be the same. I will make my journey... and no one will know.
Prophecies..a moment for reason
~ Soldier Blue
I see
The fires
In my dreams
Pe`-dse/ho^`-bthe
I hear the shrill echoes
Of eagle whistles
In the violence
Of humanity
Against the human beings
The bone crush
As if fodder
Of flesh and spirit...
ho^`-bthe
no^`-xe
I hear the sounds
Of protest
In English/Spanish...
In all the languages
Of our times
On this rounded earth...
And I wonder at the
Babel they create
That no one human being
Can fully understand...
I hear the songs
Of red earth...
I listen to the whispers
Of our ancient bones...
Wa-hi`
I remember the words
Of prophecy
Of OUR prophets...
And dreamers...
I look for the
Land's end..
An unblemished horizon...
Mo^-Zho^`_ko^-ha
I pray with sacred smoke
To rise above the foul
Littered around us
As if undergrowth
Ta`-ko_sho`-dse
I pray
For the endless grace
Of the spirit sage
For the spirit borne
For the/
Spirit Ones
Who walk with us
On a daily...
That we may see
With clarity and coherency
Where lies
The next set of lines
To keep us upon
Canku Luta...
O^...yes...the/
Good red road...
I see the smoke
Of tear gas
The blinding strike!/
Of flash/bang grenades
Thunder that speaks
For no one..or
Precedes
A cooling rain...
I hear the
Strident voices
Of those who have
Taken this pain
Unto themselves..
I see the cluster/clutter
Of feathered ashes
Gathered at the feet of
Paramilitary groups
Directed by bullet headed
Heads of state
To " keep order"..
Cased in uniforms
Helmets 'n' gasmasks
Holding their weapons
Of disarray 'n' disorder
To enforce the
Swelling greed
Even as they administer
Bruises..swelled eyes
And bloody reminders
Of who's/" really in charge"
Authoritarianism...
Ain't it great?!...
As in dulcet tones
With an overtone of hate
Floats the dirge
Of digression
" All will be well...if you
just quit screaming?!".…..
It is to my sorrow
That I have lived
to see these days
Come to pass...
Days of grey smoke
The burnt tissue of lies
Fires without end
No benifecence
Of acid rain
The instead/ingrained
Eats at us
From the inside/out/
I could close my eyes
i^-shta`
And blot out
All those suffering
I could deceive myself
About their scent sorrows
'n' raw fear
But it would change....
Nothing...
To speak of
MMIW...
To uncover the truths
Of the forty thousand dead
Of our ancestors
Wa-mo^-pshe-the
Who attended boarding schools
Is to speak
Of where all this began
Seeds of civilization...
Seeds...of origin
Wa-mo^-dse
The ties
That bind
Blood can not be
Undone ...
Wa-bi^`
The dirt
Beneath our feet
Is clotting
Sites of ceremony
Have become
Overgrown with concrete
With the Steele
Used for " safe rooms"
Why is there a need
For a "safe room"?!..
With hate/prejudice
And ignorance
Rampant
Upon the streets
Who is left
To speak with calm
For the people...
Not already bleeding
And dying?!...
We have reached
A point
Where what was
Is becoming a memory
And if all you see
Is what is crumbling
At your feet
Then you will be
A casualty
It is the time
For human beings
To look up
To take in the expanse
Of the/
Clear/clean Skye
Ke`-tha
To accept
The responsibilities
Of their gifts
To steppe away
From what has
Never been/ a solution
It is time
To sit in the lonely
High places
Hi`-gthi^
Of earth
To gather those
Whom have never
"Fit in"....
And to once again
Raise up
The original forms
Of life
With the means of
Calm and grace
The use of prayer
For problems
Dreams to bring
Solutions...
Balance ...
Before greed ..
Wi`-gi-e
Integrity before ignorance
Non participation
Instead of revolt
listen to the elements
Of earth...
Observation will bring you
Closer to the Creator...
I see
Blood and suffering/
I hear
Screams of
Outrage and agony
Screams that are as ageless
As conquest
The advent of
Colonialism
I see the smears
Design 'n' degradation
Made by those
Whose only thought
Is to destroy for
"Progress"
What they did not make....
I hear the same rhetoric
Of gibbering fools
As THEIR ancestors
When they came here
To plant flags
Press imaginary ownership
Flag/rags embroidered
With the cacophony
Of religion...false piety ...
And I see the same
Fruitless results...
Taking shape...
There is no more time
Left ..
If we are going to
Save our anything
Our red earthen children
Our peoples
Our languages
Our life ways...
It must be now
Who am I?!...
Who are we?!...
We are the GhostRoad borne
And we are walking away
From extinction....
Ni`-the!....
Annihilation!...
We are walking towards...
Homeplace...
U-tsi`....
No^-xe_u-zho^-ge
U`-be-hni...