in the name

in the name of the spirit

in the name of our lands

your voice we can hear it

you know where we stand

as one with the sky,

with the trees, with the clouds

our faces lifted upward

our voices out loud!!!!

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i write at night

i write at dawn

i write whatever

my heart

seizes upon

...i write for good

i write for naught

that is who i am

not what i was taught

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the color of words

the color of words

on a canvas painted

seldom heard

but sometimes tainted

predetermined pigments

the spectrum

of heart and soul

are they figments

or are they

tangibly whole?

bear in august

dudgeon curmudgeon

i grump, i grouse

and more than

occasionally

crab

i also love life and

...carouse

and will do so

until the slab

and if there is a

heaven for

the female curmudgeon

i will be there,

riding upon my

high dudgeon;-D

be as

be who you are

as you were born

turn a deaf ear

to those who scorn

laugh at those

who do not get the joke

life is more than

the right smoke

revel in the joy

of being one

as most conform

then they are done

i try

i try to breathe

to take in air

on a planet

where few really

seem to care

where heartless

seems to be the

rule

i drown in my

own tears as they pool