Indigenous poetry infused with art. To create, then destroy, then to create again something new.
Monday, October 3, 2011
RISE!!!
Sifting my fingers through the clouds
to let the sun shine through
In the black to long?
where do you belong?
son?.. daughter?..
thirst for the living water
Only some can quench
need to be relieved?
your mind got you diseased.
red daisies fill your skull, capacities
out into the eyes
then over your lids
pressure crack skull
making you feel void and null
red daisies out on to your lips
jewels bedazzle on your ear lobes
Cinco De Mayo
Your not the same anymore
Life turned you into dead art.
But I say. "LOVE" "LIVE" "RISE"
no more lies in your head.
no more walking amongst the dead.
"RISE!!!"
Like an eagle flying into the light
that I made through art,
sifting my fingers through the clouds
to let the sun shine upon you.
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