Best Shamans Poems
The Moon's silvery light looks wet,
Must be the remnants of the Sun's sweat.
Great chariots slide off it's colossal path,
Immersing themselves in a Galactic bath.
Shamans weep at the knowing what's next,
Crystalline tears upon paper become text.
The unknown becomes known to the Mystic at hand,
Only needing the skills to fix it in broadband.
Acolytes dance frenzily atop the crusted Earth,
Awakening the soul made comatose at birth.
Circular they move forming a protective ring,
While the Shaman's trance reveals what the future brings.
What higher purpose beyond the mind of man,
That which unfound that sightless eyes can't scan ?
What do we covet most, escaping from our grasp,
How do we contemplate unknown too mental lapse ?
Why are we placed here, upon fields of glorious growth ?
Genius minds have scratched the surface,
.....of what we may knoweth.
Where do we embark, allowing the Spirit to fly,
Tantalizing present thought as future realms are nigh ?
Fixated are the scholars deemed worthy of progress,
Mediocrity shelved as expectation less.
Science is a field, of failures and success,
Those whom failed most, are those that brought the best.
Frustration quickly allied persistence and pursuit,
The seed of great intelligence began to bear it's fruit.
Employing calculation assuring what computes,
Knowing all the while, the many too refute.
Earth, Fire, Water, and Air : examples of nature given,
Extracted for our use has improved the life we're livin'.
Slephnir for thou art mine as well with Odin
Trusted companion
whose rhythmic beating charms and guides us.
Yours is the carrier which protects and finds us,
Upon your back it’s that we proceed to unknown worlds and take council with those who have passed and we have loved before.
Slephnir ‘Thy mighty hooves send drumming through out all of humanity
And brings communion with the one and the great everything.
For these wondrous gifts I thank thee and pray
Your rhythm and gallop will always be with mine .
I see the end,
our missions done.
A few thousand years
is all that it took
to end the shaman's threat.
First, we made the written word
the key to all we seek.
The magic oaks were cut,
the chants were stopped,
and wise men and women
were driven from the land.
The word was made flesh
and sailed the seas and
the "Requimiento" crushed
brujos, curing wives and
ancient story tellers by the fire.
And the word was made
endless sound in everyone's head.
Somewhere, the last curandero
walks alone in a small and dusty town,
and somewhere in the world
the last dream teller sits on a rock
with no children at her feet
and in a neon city a Mistress of Spice
gives up her powers.
Soon the silence that breeds magic
will be lost in a white noise world.
In these healing waters of blue you will learn peace
This sacred grotto of Shamans who first came to heal here
Passing down rituals from natures' beginnings
Kneel before my alter and drink from my goblet the nectar
of my holy waters where the rites of our fathers lay
Feel yourself open like a new spring flower growing ever wiser
Now slip into the charged waters of our universal truths
I will caress your skin and ease the tension from your brow
Float serenely upon my back as I cradle your desires
Slowly you unlock your chained heart from the miseries of your world
You are released from your despair as gently as a mothers' touch
against a child's cheek asleep against her breast
Now rise through my body, gathering moonbeams for strength
Feel the tranquil energy flow outward to warp around your shoulders
A secret cloak passes to you from those before your time
“Ran to the Sky”
By Positive Mark
They say my God hauled a**, and ran to the sky.
In my search, I gave birth to an all seeing eye.
I hardened my skin with a roll in the gravel.
I carried a cross as I traveled.
Traversing the earth, and all of its girth,
big belly black skins call Amen in church,
yet still don’t know their own worth.
They don’t even know who they are speaking to, when they say
“Amen.”
So I sought out the council of Haida Shamans.
They offered their help to me gladly.
They said “Shoot those below who treat each other badly.”
They said I live in the land of plagues,
and half of my people still want to be slaves.
So I hauled a**,
and ran to the sky.We