Ashes on a Wednesday
Ashes
on a
wednesday
ni-xo`-dse
pour them
on the ground
to^-de
let them feel
the sun
beating
down...down
cool earth
calming
sacred sounds
a`_ka-dsi
let us
inform the
ancient south
ageless directions
definitions
that defy
time..
ragged memories
blue blunted
flames...
and everything
is ashes
ashes
Ashes
on a wednesday
memoriam
for a mass grave
the boarding school
legacy
has shifted/lifted itself
upon a graveyard wind
ta-dse`
a communal earth
that had covered
two hundred and fifteen
children
is now...the "discovery"
what was it
they learned
from this/
alien education?!
softened wings
of carrion crowes
guardians
messengers of broken words
forgotten thoughts
from beyond the darkness...
o^...sha`-be
lifting/sifting
the soft whispers
of the children
their bones
speaking louder
than the promises
of a/
"new" life!....
wa-hi`...
pour the
essence
of spirit sage
guardian cedar
upon them
Ashes...ashes
falling all round
o^...Ashes
on a
wednesday
Broken winter
crumbling earth
two hundred
and fifteen red
earthen children
their communal grave
a/ second chance
another opportunity
of birth
to lay them sweetly....
down
with songs made
just for the dead
ts'eee....da`-cu-da
a cleansing made
of scorched earth
Orange paint
orange dye
orange sunsets
mi-u`-xpe
sinking low
before the
filming touch
of/
second sight
faded like flowers
left too long
in the light/
ga`-ta-ta-the
scattered as
dirt
over the land
you can not escape
these dead
they/
will find you!!....
ho^`-ba_gi-tha-de!!
& it shall be
a day of reckoning
as you have
never!....known!!..
Ashes...ashes...
falling on a
wednesday...
o^...ni-xo`-dse!..
pa-ci_stse-dse
wa-tho^
such as these
our young
our dead..
they shall be named
within the songs
of the
high hills
i^-dse`
i`-ga-xu-xu
their faces streaked
with colour
vermilion shades
as have not been seen
for a century
o^..mo^`-ha_zhu-dse
ho^_wa-tho^
night singing
will announce them
& nothing you can do
will erase..efface...or obliterate!...
these young..
our dead
two hundred
& fifteen
Ashes
ashes...
falling
o^ ashes
on a wednesday
who said
such ceremony
u-k'o^
was only/
for you
and yours?!...
Ashes...ashes
ni-xo`dse
falling
blessed by the sun
let them our young ones
our dead
of kamloop boarding school
residential in nature
feel that warming touch
o^ sacred ashe
ta`-ko_ni-xo`-dse
on a wednesday
no^-xe_u-zho^-ge
u`-be-hni
~ SoldierBlue
Last Stand
Here I stand, all alone...
All who were with me now dead and gone.
I am surrounded by enemies, an empire of greed,
waiting for me to die as I bleed.
I will never surrender, I will never forget -
If I will die I will die, but with tears all dried up, without fear or regret.
I was young at one time, but now I am old,
with wounds yet to be suffered, and stories untold.
If you think me defeated, you would be wrong, for
with my lance and shield still raised, my spirit is strong.
My people won't listen, my people don't see -
what is being done to them by the "powers-that-be."
The empire murders our sons, it rapes our daughters -
yet my people fight each other, they drink poisoned waters.
Sad -
devastating -
wrong -
There is no more song...
I am told to surrender, I am told not to fight,
but I will never stop fighting for what is Sacred and right.
Should I die in this battle, I will die with no shame -
My Ancestors await me, as they call out my name.
Great Spirit please hear me as I reach for Your hand.
I am Yours to take home...
As I make my last stand.
~ Taina Amayi
On The Wing
flying
circling overhead
watching
me
thunder on the wing
gliding
eyes on the prize
scattered corn and seeds
around
my soul
waiting
listening
bringers of sacred
messages
and gifts
heart beats
echo
thunder in my soul
arrival
shining obsidian eyes
watching
waiting
wrap me
under their wings
shifting
thunder
remembering
knowing
crow
or
thunderbird
only
i
know.
The Math of It
How many sads does it take
To make a happy?
How many tears does it take
To make a fountain?
How much rain falls
Before the sun shines?
How many times do you stumble
Before you dance?
How many failures does it take
To make a success?
I can't answer you, my child.
I have walked that long path,
But what I have found
Is the answer is fluid and never the same.
And someday, soon I hope,
You will find yours.
And your cup will be full.
And then you will say,
I don't know, my child.
I have walked that long path,
But what I have found
Is the answer is fluid and never the same.
~ Carol Dixon
Sheets of White, Souls of Black
Ghosts of anger and ignorance,
Your herds of white hide behind
The masks of your bigotry.
Shallow stupidity that gains power
Through primitive emotion
Lacking logic and thought.
You are a magnet for de-evolution,
A pariah of progress,
A blight on the history of a species.
Clothed in evil, your white is far from pure.
Words remain inadequate to paint the picture
Of your immeasurable immorality.
Concealing your fear and ugliness
Behind the rantings that pour forth from the sheet
That fails to disguise the demon inside,
You rally the blind to your hateful cause.
You are the unforgivable.
You are the shame of existence.
You are the anchor that prevents humanity
From sailing forth to new horizons.
And you will be swallowed in the hell you create.
~Carol Dixon
Make The Connection
Be gentle with yourself today; let brother wind lightly blow your cares away.
Honor all the things you're feeling. For within you lies the path to healing.
If we stand among the trees, swaying back and forth like them, we can feel the gift of breath and energy they provide; without fear of any retribution we accept their gift in full stride.
This kind of sacred moment can bring a smile to our face from deep down inside holding the soul of our spirit with pride.
Connect and feel loved, Mitakuye Oyasin (Lakota)
All my relations (Eng)
~ White Wolf
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