Like an Apache Warrior if you got a pussy I don’t chase it , I just say wait here , if you don’t like it don’t try it , put it in apartments like Catastrophe regardless if I’m pardon or presucuted, like electrocution, I thought it was lethal injection for Timothy Mcveigh
red mountain spirits
sacred beings sent to help
Apache people
the well-known trickster
coyote important too
in native folklore
1905
Geronimo went to Washington
to meet the Great White Father
(where he hoped to bury the hatchet)
and save his Indian Nation...
checking into his hotel, the desk clerk asked,
"Do you have a reservation?"
The perfect poker face when playing cards
(his guards were nearly always broke)
said to be blood-thirsty, his winnings used he
to pay for educating children of the Apache.
He later rode with Pawnee Bill
in what was known as the 'Wild West',
(and what a circus)
a chief he never was,
1909
died of pneumonia all too soon,
'Geronimo Now a Good Indian,'
read the headline of The Chicago Daily Tribune.
I am an Apache brave, the preteen rat said.
He had always wanted to be one, this critter, Ed.
Why not a Wyandotte, an Osceola or a Sioux?
This confused the rat, who did not know what to do.
I guess any Indian culture in the USA will be okay.
For I am tired of being a preteen, Ed said right away.
You will still be a preteen, said his wise grandmother.
Don’t worry about it then, just get rid of my brother.
Among hills Apache red
Where damas and vaqueros
Built up a homestead
Past the mercados
And hills with a vague past
Running aside the mission
Its white walls chaste
In the glow of the noontime sun
Past a dreamy mountain range
And several places where in brief
There was a Butterfield stage -
Runs a highway through my life
And whether bathed by the sun
Or a cloud of headlight glare
It continues to function
And remain my anchor.
May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
I’m thankful for Native American Wisdom
Oh the wonderful things they knew…
and I’m happy this Apache blessing
today…to share with you
May the sun bring you new energy
May the moon softly restore you by night
May the rain wash away your worries
May the breeze blow new strength into your being
May you walk gently through the world
And know it’s beauty all the days of your life.
APACHE
His name was Apache
His eyes were so bright
He was completely full of joy
Hopping, jumping, dancing
Taking naps on top of me
Happiness, love, to fill the universe
Playing with home-made toys
Always excited to see each one
He warbled like a bird when he was held
He filled my heart so quickly
Like he knew me, before we met
He was a smart Guinea Pig
Squeaking from across the house,
When he knew I was cutting his food
He had a special ramp that I made
He would wait for his treats put on that
He always knew everything I would do
He was only 7 months old when he got sick
An ear infection spread, ending up untreatable
The light bulb of joy went out in my house
An emptiness that I cannot explain
There are other things that I cannot say,
But I wish that I had one more day
My writing area was near his play pen
When he left, my muse went with him
It will be a while to feel it again
It will be a while for my heart to mend
There is no answer for his leaving so young
There are always questions in life,
Left unanswered in some empty place that makes no sense
And we are expected to move on without knowing
Heidi Sands
9/26/22
The most common subject of quips
Is a girl endowed with two blips
But under the covers
Gallop Pole discovers
Those girls can haul ass with their hips!
An Apache hid out in Dragoon
Was revealed by the sight of his moon
In Judge Roy Bean's twang
Came, "By God, you'll hang!
You caused Lily Langtry to swoon!"
They were here before the settlers arrived
They lived off the land, they knew how to survive
But after the great white spirit came
They lost both their land and their fame
There were many native American tribes
Dakota, Apache, Cherokee, to name a few
But from the Apache tribe a legend grew
To his people he was a hero
The legendary warrior known as Geronimo
In battle he was known to kill
With both the gun or the knife
Many an enemy lost their lives
To the heroic Apache's skill
In 1909 Geronimo died
And he was buried in Fort Sill
On Apachean winds his spirit still rides
And his name is used in battle still
He was rsised in New Mexico
and became feared more than Geronimo
The army enlisted him as a brave
to track down other braves.
Accused of many crimes
he escaped many times.
He led many raids
with his four braves.
He didn't trust his tribe
so he stayed on the outside.
People say he died
in a fight with soldiers
others say he died in his cave.
Even ranchers claim
to have killed the brave
down in New Mexico way
after a raid.
Deep in the woods I can hear a twig snap
A bird goes into flight that was sitting on a limb beside me
And it just so happens that right now we are at war with another tribe
But I must remember the cries of the mothers and children
Yes I heard them, with a determined look as I left the village this morning
It is in mourning for the lost of our Cheif who died in starvation
He would not eat because our village is hungry
He had the greatest Heart
For he gave his food to the children
But I cant resist it
I put my warpaint on
I dip my finger in it
And run it under my eye
I no longer sit and listen
For an Apache Warrior is now on the War path
After I kill my enemy
I will take his horse and feed the hungry
I send out my thanks to The Great Spirit for this day
I'm so happy because a horse will feed more than a deer
Great Spirit i love you my Cheif is honored
So I set aside my bow, and instantly in my hand is my Tomahawk
I love to stalk 'em before I chop 'em up
I want to take a scalpel
And surgically remove countenance
I want to fire a chainsaw
And massacre fast food consciousness
Sever and slash rinky dink rememberance
If you want to honor the dead
Let's go dance on gravestones
Not forgetting the bodies lost in Vietnam jungles
I want to take a hatchet
And slice clean modern education
Remove all doubt
That this is not what knowledge is about
More to the point
Let's cut the electricity
Rewire the main hardware
Start over and begin from the beginning
Before Genesis colonized the mind
When pure babies lay in savannahs
And a bastion laid before our hands
Suddenly became awake
she's my apache...shootin arrows of anger straight through my heart of hate
she's my apache...she devistates like hurricanes,twisters and earthquakes
she's my apache...she scalped my spirit and seared my soul
she's my apache...she turns a pile of pure garbage into living mounds of gold
she's cold as ice and hot as fire
she owns my love my lust my disgust my desire
we make love on a bed of roses set to fire by desert heat
she puts the flames out with her sweat and tears bad beasts up with her teeth
she's not discreet but they just don't make her breed any better
she's my apache...wildflower wrapped in barbwire
The Cobra sleeps
As the Apache AH-64D awakens
This attack helicopter
Delivers the forsaken
With it's tandem cockpit
Reverse-tricycle landing gear
At the forefront of theatre
It's enemy will fear
Hellfire's and Hydra's
M230 Chain Gun
As the lead rains down
Cutting down the unwanted ones
Into service they were delivered
In March 97'
This breed has arisen
They now start delivering
This creation called Longbow
With it's cannon of fire
Arrows from the hip
If it's for freedom, then we require
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