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Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson Poem
Oh Great Dream Weaver
may the strands of hair
be placed just so
While the fog settles down
out in the fields hovering
ever so low
With wise hands just where
to wind the leather
to know
How to entangle bad dreams,
caught upon your web
so away they go
Through the many intricate
patterns and all the
tiny little holes
Permit the good dreams
to pass through and
take hold
Halito = Blessings to you in Choctaw-Apache
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Time passing all around in the air
Seemingly so without even a care
On the ground an empty turtle shell
Off to swim the vacant waterless well
Watching from inside the tree so hollow
The Pied Piper plays and they all follow
Staring blanks into that black hole sun
Marching prisioners from the lost race run
Hark the demons and how they do sing
Calling out unto the sacred buried things
Echoing reverb in the darkness so vast
Spiral downward crazy how it goes so fast
Searching for answers in all that's unsaid
But left speechless and one of the undead
Anticipating that strife and all the misery
Quietly awaiting amid all that haunts me
Counting the leaves while they do fall down
During the removal of such a gifted crown
Grasping fiercely stubborn for what I may
When all the cherished goods steal away
Screaming silence and left in the wake
As the mirror begins to crack and break
Turning to the darkest parts deep inside
Bravely I dig into that cesspool of pride
Bringing winter's bitter yet sweet icy cold
Touching the shards of glass ever so bold
But the shattered pieces turn into icy stones
And while bleeding among them I cry alone
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There is a place inside my head
Where thoughts of other worlds will tread
When I awaken from a dream
Standing alongside a purple stream
With a lime green cast upon the skies
And a twinkling glimmer in my eyes
Moons and stars that look so queer
And a rushing sound within my ears
I wonder if I should be afraid
To be in a place quite so strange
Roots of trees lying all around
Whilst comes a rumbling from the ground
There beyond the shivering leaves
Many eyes staring back at me
Out of the shroud of thickened mist
On my hand is placed a gentle kiss
The nerves of steel begin to fray
With a restless feeling akin to dismay
As a darkening shadow draws so near
And yet still. I feel no fear.
Suddenly aware of fields of green
The most beautiful place I've ever seen
A carpet of turquoise flows through the hills
Mine greedy eyes can't get their fill
With windows wide open to a soothing breeze
Finding it's way through the forest of trees
Leaving resonating echoes loud as a train
As I felt a tremble inside my brain
I hear whispers there upon my ear
And yet still. I feel no fear
The origin of such a beautiful song
Grabbing my hand and pulling me along
Oh it's the One who gave me life
Father dearest with all your might
Giving me the strength to let you go
And become a part of the superlative show
With a gentle hand once again to dry my eyes
While I watch you capture such a glorious prize
Deep down I can feel the time is near
And yet still. I feel no fear
Scattered pieces of a great full life
Flash before mine deep inside
A heart string is plucked to the tune of love
Played by an angel sent from way up above
While brilliant rays of light abound
There I see you safe and sound
Traveling back alone from where I came
Crying buckets of tears like pouring rain
Recalling the soft whisper you had to say
"Be happy my child. We'll meet again one day."
Feeling a presence always so near
And yet still. I feel no fear
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There is a certain sad quality
To the overwhelming sensitivity
With which offers much reality
Of course then subsequently
Causing hurt feelings with cruelty
Emitting out such animousity
Against a soul with such frailty
Will cause a certain casualty
With winners left behind spiritually
Cold as a stone internally
And blind as a bat visually
While the fragile soul will soar endlessly
Far, far away from all the negativity
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The anger that from you seeps
All around your aura it does creep
Fingertips of darkness reach from within
To reach the contents of this lonely den
And burns as it touches the skin
Oh words of fire from your lips
As faces melt and begin to drip
Like wax a facade before me
Hardened by the innocent breeze
Reaching deeper than the surface of thee
Innocence there is no more
Once knocking upon the door
Finally opened and in you came
Wreaking havoc to cause me pain
No umbrella for thee out in the rain
The weapon it became so very dull
Trying to crack the hardened hull
Then when to conquer no more
Go on crawling out the door
Leaving empty. Wanting more.
Thinking you've taken all there is
But no mistaken about the miss
If only known how you failed
To touch the parts that are still in jail
Tempting hard but to no avail
Came so close but once again no game
So very close but all is the same
Close enough to breach the wall
Peek over the edge before the fall
Looking to that setting sun
Refusing here to come undone
As I sadly tell you that you've won
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When I look into your eyes
I feel a deep sense of surprise
At the willingness of this tattered heart
That for so long would have no part
In wanting eyes and loving thoughts
For fear of the hurt these feelings brought
When I lay within your arms
That appear to mean me no harm
I often think and sometimes wonder
How I could get so lucky to feel the thunder
A feeling of warmth and total bliss
Begins to surround me as we kiss
When I'm standing along by your side
The feelings are so over whelming I cannot hide
Behind the mask of strong and tough
No longer will the mask even be enough
To overcome the bond so quickly felt
As I look at you and simply melt
When I sit down with my thoughts tonite
I think to myself that I must begin to write
And I move the pen attempting to create the perfect rhyme
That could begin to describe my feelings at this time
The feelings you so elegantly recalled
From within the depths of these four walls
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Halito
Follow the rythms of nature
Rise and retire with the sun
Enjoy life's journey
But leave no tracks
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Twas nothing around me, no
place or time
Feelings of nothing that
felt so sublime
As I shaved off my hair so
long and fine
Grief over the family I had
at one time
Taken by a White Man's Nation so
cruel and unkind
Twas nothing around me, no
place or time
Feelings of nothing that
felt so sublime
Oh Great One tell me just
where am I
Beyond all the grief and my
Choctaw-Apache pride
That voice all at once it
came from inside
Within ourselves where we all
tend to hide
Twas nothing around me, no
place or time
Feelings of nothing that
felt so sublime
"Oh small One " he spoke
in my mind
Rise above all that's so
cruel and unkind
Your hair will grow back, just
give it time
Note: In my culture when one is grieving over a great loss we shave our heads. The
teaching is that however long it takes for your hair to grow back is your graceful
period to grieve. All things take time. But once your hair does grow back you must
move on with your life or be seen as wallowing and pathetic.
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(Aho. Hear my prayer!)
Today is a good day to die
No matter what's happening or going on in the sky
Every day is a good day to die
No matter what we think of it. You and I.
One day we are all going to die
No matter. Even if we choose to close our eyes
So make Today a good day to die
And may thy Spirit be ready for the journey and flight
Yakoke
Inspired by my Native American spirituality.
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10/19/2010
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O Great Spirit of the Vision Quest
Puts me now through this test
Awaken thee in midst of night
Scared at first half a fright
A Vision seen ever so clear
Then a whisper heard upon the ear
Shivers and prickles down to the feet
Intensity sends a rising bolt to a seat
Staring into darkness ever so bold
Awaiting instructions to do as I'm told
In the silence there tis to be found
Answers but much noise can abound
Humble thyself before the Great Holy One
To live by the humming of the beat of the Spirit Drum
Ask for guidance for what must come to be
Wisdom, Patience, and Maturity
A Quest from above that sees my heart yearn
To know all that's wished for me to learn
Watch the Eagles soar and unite once again
That's when the Vision Quest shall begin
Watch them soar! Watch them fly!
Burning down deep into that inward eye
Then Gather from their feathered wings
To praise the Spirits then dance and sing
As the eye is caught in splendid wonder
There shall I go and place me under
Falling Eagle feathers to the ground
Gathered to thy home kept safe and sound
Give Spiritual Healing for all who keep
The Eagle feathers by their sleep
Be off I must now go to behest
And fulfill the Spirit of the Vision Quest
Note: I wrote a poem called "Eagles Death Dive" and described that I was on a "Vision
Quest" to see the wild Eagles pair mate once again. Many quesions arose asking "What is a
Vision Quest?". This poem was inspired by the Vision Quest itself and from the literary
reviews asking me questions and for more information. A registered Native Am. is the only
person in the USA that can legally hold or possess any part of a Bald Eagle including it's
feathers which are used in rituals and hold powerful spiritual meaning. Halito
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Written by 2/9/2010
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