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Soul Stance River - 12

In the setting sun the Sioux Tepees look like vandalized pyramids,
the Tetons themselves appear as though angels raped
by the savagery of centuries yet noble in barbaric beauty and warrior ethos,
a Scalp Dance is begun, torches up high on the outside
a bonfire big and heavy be the center spirit,
the drums awaken from the caves of ancestral courage
and the voices of a thousand Mothers plead for the pride of their sons,
drumbeats raise the heartbeats into the heat of glory
as the rattles rake the mind with the cost of blood,
warriors enter the pit with bravery to prove and fate to appease
feet pound the earth and scalps shake on power rods
the currency of victories swing wide and thunder smacks the stars,

Afterwards, Chief Partisan presents us with squaws
pretty in young passion and fertile to the touch,
there is a custom of strength transfer through intercourse
they desire the seed of our spirit,
indulging in their spells of native kiss could leave us vulnerable
to capture or even assassination
we can't afford to be reckless in pleasure or mindless of morals,
I am unwilling to father a hybrid pioneer amongst a probable enemy,
embracing these temptresses gowned in scanty furs
could even politically bind us to the Teton against their traditional adversaries,
we must avoid inciting intertribal conflict at this juncture,

Morning has arrived with a think fast attitude
the messages between our nations is unequivocal
the Teton are intractable in their belief of invincible independence, 
they have their arsenal, warriors, and horses,
feeling that they own the thunder and the fear of their neighbors, 
the Chinese and New York fur markets
along with taxing river passage have to date guaranteed them wealth
and the British have armed them for profit,
however, the arrowheads of the United States are aimed to strike their arteries
and we won't stop until they bleed out into oblivion,
the Sioux shenanigans have resumed as we gather up and get ready to push off,
exasperated,  we convince Black Buffalo that it behooves him
to persuade his people to let us leave without hostilities
and they do as we toss them some tobacco sticks,
once on Destiny, anchor up,
the southerly winds lift our vessels towards autumn's genesis, 

J.A.B.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 12/24/2015 4:53:00 AM
This is beautiful...your language particularly in the first section there is just awesome.. Prudence and bravery will lead them on to success - they are executing this well so far. "the arrowheads of the United States are aimed to strike their arteries and we won't stop until they bleed out into oblivion" Love those lines.. Always, Laura
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Justin Bordner
Date: 12/24/2015 6:49:00 PM
Continued...And in accordance with the historical accounts and my visions these men were amongst the wisest, most skilled, and toughest in the world, so I put special emotion and drama that would justly depict their awesome courage, that the men of this expedition were capable of combat, and even savagery that would be on par with the Natives, who were infamous for brutality, and respected for their skill.J.A.B.
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Justin Bordner
Date: 12/24/2015 6:44:00 PM
Yes my fierce Poetess, I felt a natural inclination through my visions and understanding of this history to be unequivocal about America's sense of destiny, and that nothing was going to interdict these men, their leadership or progeny from taking ahold of what Providence had made available and would establish the most powerful Nation the world has ever known for the ultimate benefit of humanity.J.A.B.