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Blue velvet caged
Behind rusty bars.
Soul within chars.
Fervent flames raged.
Mighty door creaked
Black-veiled phantoms
Chanting the anthems
Thus the dusts freaked.
All the phantoms read
The holy pages.
The pious sages
For repentance plead.
Life’s last drops
Time’s burning tears.
Soaked deep in fears,
Crushed by crops,
The soul crumples.
Satan’s oracle
Tempting manacle
On heart tramples.
Towers of flesh
Drag my weary bones
As the axe-man hones
His blade afresh
Heard the Devil's voice:
"Crimson Cross!"
My dice to toss
Fate's generous choice!
"Kneel by the altar
Take my rosary,
Or God's pillory.
You have to falter?"
Succumbing feet tread
On scaffold's heart
As the moments part
What's there that they dread?
Nails of Divine love
Prick my palms
Grope for balms
Wails a benign dove
Mocking herd of sheep
Ignorant vultures
The gaze tortures
The wound doth weep.
The Fallen Prince
Roars with laughter:
"The hereafter!?!
Who else to convince?"
"O thou Holy, hark
The Forsaken Son
Has thy Father won?"
All the rest is dark…?
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Rays of light ravish the dark,
Breaths are held as if in fear,
Awaited moment treading near,
Eddy devouring the Noah’s Ark.
A figure in black, drunk with awe
Hair in ponytail, by Euterpe crowned
Oceans of hurray, thus the silence drowned
Moments are devoured by the hour’s maw
Bow raised to enamor
And violin by the chin
Then a haughty grin
Blossoming glamour
Fingers of Muse charm
Notes to dance with grace
Melodious rhythms pace
Ears’ wall to disarm
Words of sweet euphony
Crown soprano’s chant
In violin’s veins pant
Notes of divine symphony
Soft strings of soul
Delved in pure fantasy
In harmony’s ecstasy
Mind and matter become whole.
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A drop
Dreams,
Drowns,
D
I
E
S….
Life’s ruby dews
Adorn petals of face,
Hurried moments pace,
Pale fading hues.
Cascades of rolling pearls,
Drown the eyes of mine.
Dainty wreaths of vine,
Crown my darling’s curls.
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The following is a tribute to all Native Americans. Please check the footnotes for
unfamiliar words.
A lonely man riding a tashunke
Toward the anapo
Where the yellow-gowned prince
Rises majestically
With an army of golden spears
Aimed at desert’s sandy heart
The ozuye ohitika cries out:
He-ay-hee-ee
He-ay-hee-ee
And dances the can wakan
Esnella
Little naughty miracles
Come out of tepees
Cinks-cunks
To welcome me,
Eyes twinkling
With hope, with fear…
Le mita sunkaku, le mita cola, le mita tahunsa
Oo-oohey
Happo happo
And we rush with our mila hansaka
To hunt the tatanka
Under blue sky
Where cetan flies
Ocheti of us
Men with pahaska
Adorned with wanbli’s niyaha
Ride like wakina on burning sands
It’s noon
And the lunchtime
Our tepees are filled with le mita colapi
Dancing flames
Siyotanka’s melody
Joy and laughter
All is skuyela
Can this last ohinyan?
Owanka wakan is shaking
Nituwe he?
Traces of worry
On my tunkasila and unci’s faces
The wasichu
Mahpuya shrouds
The sky
-Hohahe
-Miyelo ca kola!
-Should I believe that?
-My friends will be here anytime
To be your guests!
Mind is drowned in doubt’s lagoon
Yellow prince is wounded
His bleeding chest
Disappears into horizon
Haho! Haho!
The white are coming
A black wickmunke
O wakan tanka
I ask for peace
I beg for love
Is that much to have?
Tepees are glowing?
Or greedy flames
Have found their victims?
This is wicoti mitawa
Wahi, wahi
He-ay hee-ee
He-ay-hee-ee
Nagi tanka
Raise my spirit…
O cherished land
Oh burnt tepees
Smokes, ashes, cries
Blind the eyes, deafen ears
Hecheto aloe…
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Footnotes:
Nagi Tanka: Great Spirit
Tashunke : Horse
Anapo: The Dawn
Ozuye: Warrior
Ohitika: Brave
He-ay-hee-ee: A call to the Great Spirit
Can Wakan: Sun dance
Esnella: A loner
Tepees: Native American Tents
Cinks: My son
Cunks: My daughter
Le mita sunkaku: My younger brother
Le mita cola: My friend
Le mita tahunsa: My cousin
Oo-oohey: It is time
Happo: Let’s go
Mila hansaka: Long knives
Tatanka: Buffalo bull
Cetan: Hawk
Ocheti: Seven
Pahaska: Long hair
Wanbli: Eagle
Niyaha: Feather
Wakina: Thunder
Le mita colapi: My friends
Siyotanka: A kind of flute made of cedar wood
Skuyela: sweet
Ohinyan: forever
Owanka wakan: Sacred Altar
Nituwe he? : Who are you?
Tunkasila: Grandfather
Unci: Grandmother
Wasichu: White man
Mahpuya: Cloud
Hohahe: Welcome
Miyelo ca kola: I am friend
Haho: Look at this
Wickmunke: Trap
Wakan tanka: God
Wicoti mitawa: My village
Wahi: I am coming
Hecheto aloe: It is finished
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Clouds of inspiration cover
The bright sky of mind
Winds of rhythm blow to join
The clouds in a thunderous wedlock
Drops of words shower
On the fertile land of imagination
The seeds of thought grow
To become the green blossoming tree of poetry
And then through the diamond prism of heart
Rainbows of meaning and beauty
Clear the sky for the soul to fly
To eternity…
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Black gown of night has covered the Earth
The owl singing for the Devil’s birth
Stars twinkle but the heart is dark
The moon gloomy and the wind stark
The heart beats- but the life-still
The leaves trembling by the wind’s trill
My face is drowned in cascades of tears
My soul trembling with worries and fears
The sad tune of birds make the shadows dance
My peace torn to pieces by the Devil’s lance
Battered and shattered, grope for help
What else to do but to shout and yelp?
All the hope is gone, all the love is dead
Moments are buried in the Hour’s bed
Then a sound rises, shaking roots of Hell
Devil kneels in pain and the demons yell
Cries deafen ears, the Light blinds the eyes
The night fades away, the Sun begins to rise
Then the Lord cometh, with ten thousand saints
The Lord who’s not weary, One who never faints
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O thou proud Nature
Rolling in ashes of long-burnt
Fiery love of yourself
What are you boasting of?
Thy greenery?
That’s nothing but
Wooden rotten figures
With wrinkled claws
Scratching the Earth’s breast
Fumbling for manure
Water-thirsty vampires
Destined to be strangled
By the icy hands of snowy demons!
Thy mountains?
They’re nothing but piles of dust
Proud of piercing the clouds
Forcing a heavy load
On the Earth’s shoulders
Yet, trodden by every foot
Crushed by every step
Dumb megalomaniacs
Whose sole voice
A mere echo
Dies in an instant
Not long enough to be heard!
Thy clouds?
Those plump, haughty phantoms
Wishing to display their mighty wrath
Pat each other on the shoulders
And roar to shake and shock
The creatures beneath
Yet melt in their rages’ climax
And weep for their untimely death!
Thy far stretching seas and oceans?
They’re nothing but tiny trivial
Drops of water
Gathering to form an impressive identity
By losing their own!
In the depth of their watery heart
Lay their so-called treasures
Which being nothing but shipwrecks
Make them pleased
With their great triumph
Over helpless, wooden toys!
Their anger is masterfully portrayed
By raising their eyebrows
Frowning and foaming desperately
To impress the captains
By their magnificent personality!!!
Thy Sun and Moon?
They are nothing but boring circles of light
One too lazy to move
One too transient in mood
One entangled in the boggy kingdom of his own flames
One begging hopelessly for a beam of light
One pleased with burning the eyes
One trained in fooling the wise
Now behold
That every single monument of thy greatness
That makes your eyes glow with pride
And your heart beat with pulses of joy
Is nothing but an illusory mirage
Were it not for the sweet words of poetry
Coupled with the melodious rhythm of embedded lyres
Were it not for the winged metaphors
Hand in hand with the marble fingers of imagination
Were it not for the poet’s discerning eye
To see in thee what thou hast not
Thou would not be seen,
Thou would not be loved…
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The time when thy heart’d beat no longer
When thy soul’d be shaken by thunder
Of the innocent hands of the Death
Coming to take hold of thy breath
What thou can do but the End to face
And lie happily in the Death’s embrace?
Your body awaits the fire and lashes
You’ll be crushed to earth and be burnt to ashes
No more laughs and no more grins
What else to eat but fruits of sins?
Thy boasted grandeur shall turn into dust
All thy powers and all thy lust
Everyone you gulled, everyone you fooled
Will all be with you, by the fire cooled!
Then the Lord shall rise, and the Love shall reign
And then thou shall see all you did in vain
Nothing remains then but to sigh and moan
How would it feel then? To taste Death alone!
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Out of the unfathomable vacuum
Where nothingness is proud of its majesty
Rays of carnal light shines
Piercing every corner with the silken arrows of life
Out of sheer nothingness, pulses of joy and sorrow blossoms…
Little trivial ounce of life
Desperate to evolve, dying to assert an identity
Doubled and doubled, sucking milky life with voracious lips
Delicate ruby brooks find their way
In the soft land of flesh, breathing life to every cell
Drunk with bliss of ignorance
Happily caged within a hollow cavity
While a nurturing, caring prison keeper feeds
One with essence of her existence…
Every jelly joint, every tender fiber trembles
At the thought of forced liberty
The inevitable crawls forward
Pain enshrouds the prison keeper
Blinding flashes of light cuddle the unwilling little face
Which is adorned with crystal tokens of sorrow
Cute globes of curiosity roll to grasp
Every ounce of affection, every drop of freshness
A firm delicate fist opens up
To touch the air, to smell the life, to taste the love
Life’s laughing miracle
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..........................................The
..........................................Man
........................................Calmly,
.....................................Mournfully
..................................Plays and sings
................................Thinks of the hard
...............................Cruel days to come...
...........................When his great cozy tents
.........................Will be on fire and the White
....................Will taint the land he had cherished
..................Gone with the Hawks will roar to shake
..............Every ounce of dear land the white tread on
............The mighty bow will be stretched to heavens to
............Send an army of arrows to the white noble hearts
..........Fire, fire everywhere and the ashes dance and dwell
........On every innocent child’s face who wonders with that
......Sorrowful look upon the relics of his past and ruins of his future
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