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Dakotah 's Underground
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Here's the Write Stuff
My thought is a tender leaf
that sways in every direction
and finds pleasure in it's swayings.
Kahlil Gibran
Friends , look to the rainbow and learn about love. Look to the rainbow , take the colors into
your heart . Let us all be filled with the colors . Let love color your world . Let love lead you .Walk the rainbow bridge
into peace .If you walk the rainbow bridge , hate will disapear and you will find understanding. If we love one another in
full , we will be changed---and our hearts will sing out for Peace.
off Kilter
Thoughts of oddness,counting to the left, watching to the Right!
Not noticing the after thought which is slightly helter skelter
But being punished even so.
Eat the onions with the wine, drink the grapes off the vine.
unThoughts of different versions, A or b: choose wisely
the bouncing of the metal chips rubberbound and rebounding with the bundles.
Not explained,no making with the senses and sensabilities.
somethings not in order here, it's way off kilter I fear.
Way off Kilter.Turn the kilter On.
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Shannon.Days of sweet sunshine and a horse named Charlie.Nights of the full moon in the treehouse.Song of the gypsy on the
wind.Big Sur at midnight.Blue eyes of heaven.Wildflowers on the hill.Shannon of promises, tender moments in our universe.Shannon,
the love of the ages.Shannon took the train on Monday.A tear on the note left behind.Unanswered questions.Shannon of my broken
heart.I wait.
Visit some moody blues before you leave.
Blue Room
She
She rides the white horse into the wind,her blond hair blowing free as her spirit.
The sweet smells of summer linger and travel on the breeze.
She rides the white lightning ,the Arabian chases and races the wind,running his heart out.
For her, running for her, fast ,furious and fierce.The proud Arabian,white,tall ,strong ,wild with love for her.
She rides to beat the demons .He runs to show his love.White lightning rides the sky.
She rides with great abandon.Faster,She calls.The speed is near the breaking point.
Two hearts beating fast, two souls combine. She screams as they touch the sky.
She rides the white horse into blue oblivion. Leaving no trace of existance on this side.
On the other side of infinity rides the great Arabian and...She.
I Remember Hazel
Shirley, come back to the Booth
Shirley,come back to the Booth
Are you Hazel? Oh, Sheba come back!
Did you check the mail?Did you rent out the room?
Shirley,come back to the Booth
Are you Hazel?
Are the cookies baked? Did they leave for their honeymoon?
Shirley,come back to the Booth,come back to the Booth
Where's Hazel? Oh, come home, come home!
Where's my hug? Is dinner cooked?
Did the paper come?
Shirley, come back to the Booth, dear Shirley,back to the Booth
Where's Hazel?
Turn the t.v. on, turn the t.v. on
Find Hazel, is Hazel home?
Shirley, come back to the Booth,Please come back to the Booth
It's time for Hazel, you remember Hazel
come back,little Sheba , come back
Hazel!!! Oh, there you are, have you seen my pipe?
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The Cell.....
The colors and the tunnels and the whirring and the winding.Freespace.Innerspace.Deep and Dark Space.Words...pictures..faces....sounds....my
music...mazes....memories...zones...my loves....my life...today...yesterday...time travel.Twists and turns.Scary places...blue
places...dream places...sanctuary.Inside my head...mind travels.Crowded.Full.Empty.Free.The cell ,mine...inward.mine....dangerous.safe.alone......peace.
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To Dream.
Go into the night .The dark, dark night.Let sleep take you to a nights journey.To the Dream.To the Freedom.Run
free in a silky blue night.Live.Live.Oh, the nights journey.The journey...the dream.Oh, to Dream.
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White on white. Your day today. All is good for you.White on white.
Black on black. My day today. All is bad for me.Black
on black.
Your day filled with daisies...me with a dagger in my heart.
You will never know...will you ever know ?
Twenty years ago....have you long forgotten? I remember with every beat of my heart.Children of the time...one song forever...Fade
..does it all fade away ?
White on white .Your day today. Black on black.My day today.
You'll walk in sunshine...I'll
find the darkness.Let it fade.
Forever
I hear your name in the whisper of the wind,and I remember a time when....
you loved me, we were as one, we shared our dreams,we vowed forever.
As I go through time through the universe, I will love you forever.
In my heart, we still are one.You moved on. But for me, that will never be.
I live a half-life without you.Living does not reach the heights it once did.
My waking moments are lonely,unfufilled, but busy ,complex and at times, numb.
When sleep overtakes me ,I walk with you through the trees and in love I succumb.
We cling together and I listen to your heart beat,I breathe you in and bury myself in you.
Death could take me and I would be forever where I should be.To die now would be to live again,within you my love, my
forever ..and ever...love.
Dear One ,
And so you were, my friend ,to me .My heart was golden love touched.
Feelings awakened, full bloom .We lived in the moon.
Friends,sisters ,closer than rain of the clouds , links in a chain.
From the age of seven , meeting at the gate of young scholars,walking home together
Mornings brought our happy hearts together, the day belonged to us.
Children that we were, of a brief innocence, a sweet ,long ago time.
Many times cried, passion beckoned high , lost in a strange world , i was filled .
Growing , changing, questioning, the pain of confusion, darkness , down time.
The killing of me, in my heart, a thousand daggers.You stabbed me , robbed me of my life.
And then,my love, you fled.
Dying in dominoed succession.Finally the fall , the ride of the black hole through time.
Somewhere ,you live and love. You are free. I heard your voice in a dream, I know you called my name. Are you free, my
love or captured ,imprisoned...
Every pocket of my soul contains unchanging love, an unhealed heart still sings your song.
I will love you until and beyond ,I sleep in my grave, our names are written in the universe.
Every star whispers our childhood vows. Simple truth my friend. This love has no end.
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In the mist near the hill...a memory of long ago....
A face...a smile that lingers still.Time has changed not one thing.The
scent of lavender, the colors of a moment gone...still strong.Hearts beating to the songs of love.In the mist near the hill...I
remember still.
You asked if I remembered you...
We met on a sweet September day
You wore white and green
You had just turned seventeen
You spoke of your cat and your home by the bay
You loved earth colors and cactus plants
Tea with no lemon
black and white photos, white horses that prance
the smell of vanilla
You hoped to spend a year in France
you loved old movies , classical music and poetry books
You didn't believe in marrying for money or looks
your brother went to Harvard Law, your sister studied dance...is your name Mandie, by any chance...?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Devastation in my heart.Why are you so cruel?Are you so full of hate!Why...how can you be?What
was left undone?You need healing, you have a sickness.God!!!It hurts...it's devastation.You are evil, you are an eyesore amongst
love and beauty.I have to turn away, far away and touch goodness.Oh Angels of light hold my hand!
A family of love who fights, we agree to disagree.
A family so close we scream but we're not listening.
A family who shares but watch what you say! Keep it to yourself.
Love the family ,but you say too much , you don't say enough.
Love the family, but love hurts.Be honest but don't speak the truth.
Love the family who hates you, hate the family who loves you.
Don't drown me out!Ok, but don't shout...Will you ever let me finish...Don't preach!Don't pout.
A family that prays together stay together.Come back here!You're wrong..You're a liar!
A family so...normal..a normal family.It's all freakin normal.Dysfunction is normal.
Keep you opinions to your self.Don't you love the family?Yes, but pipe down!Would you lighten up!
March of the Unsleepers
The march of the unsleepers drones and drones along,
All synchronized in choreography and uniformed in gray.
Knights of the living dead,a million nights ahead.
March...march..drone..drone,the dreaded legion marches along.
The fear in me is stony cold and I feel a scream taking hold.
I don't want join the ranks of the unsleepers that march forever and ever.
Are they coming after me ? But where could I hide if I should flee?
The legion of the unsleepers would march until they found me.
These marchers never rest, never sleep, they are zombies of the night.
They keep moving in my direction and I'm filled with fright.
Avoidance is not in the cards, my name is sealed it's clear
The way my heart is pounding ,I know that they are here.
The march of the unsleepers drones and drones along
All synchronized in choreography and uniformed in gray.
Knights of the living dead now have come for me
March..march..drone..drone.. will I ever be free?
On hold
The Trees
Looking out into the thick green forest ,tall friends waited , waiting through the ages.
Old friends, heads sky high, arms out with welcome, greeting me as I return.
Ancient ones ,awesome beauty and strength ,cordial to the end of time
Always hard to leave you behind , deep in these mossy hills, but I return and you await!
Thank you dear old friends, green and brown and steadfast, evergreen, everlast.
My memories never fade, childhood years in your woodsy shade,a place to hide,limbs to climb
Each time I leave I freeze your wonder in my mind, I breathe in your smell
I cling to your friendliness , I struggle to own your wisdom ,I memorize your ancient view.
I shall not be gone for long, away from my forest and I'll remember you well
I will always return to the friends that stand so tall ,courageous and true
the trees are forever .Oh , the mighty, the awe inspiring ,gracious, heavenward pointing trees. I stand in
your shadow and thank you and wave goodbye.I hear and feel your answer in the breeze.
Train to Runaway
I'm standing on the tracks looking for the train
Nothing is in sight, no noise,no train whistles ,no sound of trains.
Looking for the train ,I put my ear to the track
I hear nothing, the train is not coming.
I stand on the tracks and focus far ,far out
No train is coming.I look at my watch.I know it's time for the train to runaway.
I need the train to runaway.
It's way past time! Why me? Why?
I'm still standing on the tracks waiting for the train to runaway.
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We cling to the ghosts of what will never be again.Stuck in a dream.Set it free and journey again.
A light rain in the morning...a sweet November wind.....
a full moon at midnight...a magic dark sky with lights of heaven...tall
trees with long arms reaching...wildfeet scurrying in the bushes...an earth song of the ages... a moment in time to grasp...a
piece of life that goes too fast.
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A good friend has passed....S.G.....we will miss you. We talked on Wednesday....and then came Friday...goodbye my friend...remember,
we made plans....
Tight jeans, nice butt...
Says his his name is Mecca.
rides a shiny black Harley.
Smiles like he's trouble
Tan and tall,eyes of blue..
Met him at the mall in late October
Tattoo of a tigers claw
Says he's movin on to Reno..
we trade emails over coffee
Both born in the same town
In Cherokee country...we're on common ground
Both are Capricorns and free as the wind
We take off on the Harley ...ride by the river
We eat cajun at Charlie's and listen to the blues
The clock ticks down the time and we're back at the mall
Two friends say goodbye
We'll meet again...His Harley roars into the night.
I look at the full moon and it offers me a smile..
I return the smile and then I give it a wink and I hum my way home
Eyes of the Fragile
Eyes of hers, sad and brown and weary and wise.
The depression so much there.
Wrinkles on a lovely face , once young and head held high.
Tonight the tears come close to the surface
And the shoulders slump and the walk is weak.
The years not kind to one so good.
A sweet soul ,trampled and crushed .
The song of a gentle bird is hushed.
Why is the world so cruel?
A tender heart , honest and giving
Always fair , now broken and bruised ...no joy in living.
The wind blows the graying hair , no coat of warmth in the chilly air.
The troubled eyes of soft brown, the deep creases of the hopeless frown
She walks toward her lonely home .A fragile frame of this woman alone.
Diamonds
I never owned a diamond.They say diamonds are a girl's best friend.Diamonds are forever.
I never craved diamonds.Diamonds are beautiful though.Diamonds are expensive.
Give me diamonds and I'll go to the pawn shop.Money is what I crave.
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