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yellow eyes
07:16 Jul 03 2010
Times Read: 586

We've roamed the wild country

My beautiful yellow eyes,

Side by side we've hunted

Shadows dancing on northern skies.



There have been times of plenty

We were content and serene,

Peacefully sleeping

Dangers few and far between.



We've also known much hunger

Ribs protruding from each side,

Mournfully we howled

When our starving cubs had died.



And then there was our first winter

Romping thru the glistening snow,

Tasting each crystal snowflake

Falling gently to and fro.



Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes

I've known no greater love,

Without you, I am nothing

Our wild souls are one.



And now you lay there dying

Steel jaws upon your frame,

Life's blood slowly seeping

I whimper your sweet name.



Helpless, I watch you struggle

Chest heaving with labored breath,

Steel jaws clenching tighter

Winds whisper the song of death.



The blood has now stopped flowing

I know the time is near,

And you will forever leave me

My love, my life, my dear.



And now my world is silent

Your struggles now have ceased,

I lay my head upon you

And know you are at peace.



Perhaps your soul has lifted

To skies where eagles soar,

And there you'll greet your brothers

To run with them forever more.



And someday I shall find you

In the heaven's so far above,

And when our wild soul's unite

There'll be no greater love

the cry
07:13 Jul 03 2010
Times Read: 587

He stands alone at the top of the hill

And sings his mournful cry,

His mate and cubs are missing

He's not certain why.



He had been out hunting

Was gone for only a day,

And hurried back with empty jaws

So scarce now was their prey.



He wasn't gone long

Eager to get home,

But the den was cold and empty

And he sensed something was wrong.



The smell of man was everywhere

With footprints in the dirt,

And blood shed from his family

He knew they had been hurt.



He sat and waited day by day

With hopes they would return,

There wasn't much he could do

Except quietly sit and yearn.



Why would man come all this way

To hunt and shoot them down,

To interrupt their quiet lives

When no harm had been done?



Their territory plainly marked

And not once did they stray,

For they would rather starve to death

Than to get in man's way.



The smell of chickens, cows and sheep

Were so tempting at times,

But instincts warned not to hunt them

Or they would lose their lives.



And so they lived a quiet life

Existing on small game,

Careful it was only wildlife

And nothing man had tamed.



So he could find no reason

For the blood shed on that day,

So peacefully they lived here

So far out of man's way.



Maybe they'd be coming back

His cubbies and his mate,

Wolves are mated once for life

So he would sit and wait.



That was many moons ago

And they have not come back,

But he will not stop hoping

For the reunion of his pack.



He now knows men are murderers

But still does not know why,

And every night he climbs his hill

And sings his mournful cry

silent paws
07:11 Jul 03 2010
Times Read: 588

Silent paws trotting

on a well beaten trail,

alone in the wilderness,

so young and so frail.



Little yips go unanswered,

the moon is now his guide,

looking for ones just like him,

or have all of them just died?



He sniffs the dampened ground

and senses man everywhere,

the silence is deafening

no howls in the air.



Oh why did he venture

so far from his den,

while his pack fell silent

at the hands of men?



His stomach is growling

but the hunger he’ll endure,

his pack family is out there

it’s their blood he smells for sure.



He stops in his tracks

and raises his head up high,

the terror overwhelms him

as he lets out another cry.



But still there’s no answer

he can’t understand why,

he’ll follow their trail

or he surely will die.



For days now he’s traveled

his spirit and body gone weak,

he lies down in white clover

no more energy left to speak.



Soon the soul hovers

over this tiny, frail pup,

whose future now will be guarded

as his soul travels up.



What right does man have

to take life from a living thing,

that has no way to voice its defense

against a human being?



The wolf is a symbol,

a brother, a friend.

it’s time now for action

before his existence comes to an end.

prison bars
21:50 Jul 02 2010
Times Read: 593

These prison bars I sit behind

From which there is no escape.

Why didn't I get a second chance

But, now it is too late.



I tried to live my master's way

To put instincts aside.

To disobey meant punishment

And oh, how hard I tried.



I didn't mean to trash the house

I did it just for fun.

It's boring being in the house

With no place I can run.



And when I got to go outdoors

He put me on a chain.

I'd run around in circles

Till he'd come out again.



Uh oh, he found the hole I dug

I did it to stay cool.

He beat me with his balled up fists

Oh, why is he so cruel?



My tail tucked between my legs

I'm so scared that I pee.

It doesn't matter what I do

He's just so hard to please.



He doesn't even like the song

I howl every night.

He yells "shut up", and out he comes

To start another fight.



I'm battered, bruised and all alone

Is this how life should be?

When all I wanted was his love

And true acceptance of me.



For I can't help the way I am

At times I feel so strange.

I guess I'm like my ancestors

That once had roamed the range.



So, here I sit on death row

Trapped behind these bars.

Soon to be a spirit

Free amongst the stars.



I guess I'll never understand

The punishment that he,

Gave me each and every day

For me just being me.

unknown
21:49 Jul 02 2010
Times Read: 594




Alone, high up on a moutaintop

A wolf sings of her despair

To the moon above, of a forlorn love

Her tale echos on the cold night air

With naught but the wind as a friend

To join in her sad lonely cry

Lost and alone and searching for home

The wolf and the moon in the sky

As the echoing notes die away

There comes an answering plea

To the sound turns her ear, she hears it so clear

"I'm coming, so please wait for me"

So she waits for the one who responded

And then she saw him appear

A wolf just as she, and longing to be

The one to ease all of her fear

He lifted his voice with a question

His song sweet as the croon of a dove

When she looked in his eyes, to her surprise

All she could see was his love

And so she answered his query

With her heart, her soul and her mind

Together give voice, and hope to rejoice

The wolves who are two of one kind

The Voice of One Crying in the Wilderness
21:48 Jul 02 2010
Times Read: 595

Now halt your minds

and listen to their cry

From northern alters

formed of snow and ice,

Beneath celestial curtains

in their sky,

The wolves give evensong

of sacrifice.

All creatures stop-

transfixed

by somber hymns

Which rise from frozen

mountains to the stars

To one whose understanding

never dims,

Who walked with man

and also bears the scars.

The howling joins the wind

which sweeps the earth

Angelic zephyrs sing

like flute and fife

And reach the ears of one

who from his birth

Has dared deny

the sacredness of life.

This man, now trembling,

sees upon his wall

A young wolf's head he shot-

to his distress,

That prophet's head brings

judgement on us all,

Like one who also cried

in wilderness.

So listen now-

we may not have so long;

Please listen to the crying

voice and care,

And pray that we may never

end the song

Of wolves and wind

that fills the arctic air.

the lonely loner
21:46 Jul 02 2010
Times Read: 596

Chased from the world I once shared with man

Now I must seek asylum wherever I can

Blamed for so many things I've never done

They point and say "there, he's the one".



Once like the buffalo my numbers were great

But now for some company I constantly wait

My sleep is filled with dreams of days gone by

and each morning I awake with a tear in my eye.



They call me a predator, they don't understand

I'm simply a hunter with no gun in hand

I desire no trophy to hang on my wall

But just a full belly when night starts to fall.



Envious of my dog cousins and his master's love

And howling with loneliness to the Heaven's above

Though I long for a touch or a pat on the head

By nature's decision I'll have freedom instead.



Married for life to such a beautiful mate

Until last winter when a bullet decided her fate

The pups are all grown and gone from the den

And I'm too old and stubborn to start over again.



Now I'm truly a loner the legend is true

But forever searching for a friend like you

It's so hard to express but I'll try if I can

In your own words "hey I love you man".



As your world grows and buildings get taller

My little hiding place keeps getting smaller

If you don't come to your senses sometime soon

Then who will be left to howl at the moon?

the leader of the pack
21:44 Jul 02 2010
Times Read: 597

The leader of the pack,

Strong and true

He holds his alpha head high,

Knowing another night is almost through

He lies beneath the moon,

Stares up at the sky

His dedication will always remain true.



Looking through his eyes,

One sees loneliness,

A soleness that no one understands,

But all accepts

In my eyes, he stands alone

He is simply God’s perfection

Yet, people still wander in his direction.



He pounces on the ice,

He slams at his reflection,

Why, when such beauty stands?



To be alone is what he desires,

However, to be understood is what it requires

Let him be the King…

To lead his own ring

The leader of the pack,

Has surely earned his pride,

Let him relax, and enjoy his ride.

wolves
21:43 Jul 02 2010
Times Read: 598

Drums pound as gourd rattles shake in rhythm

with the joyous heart of Earth Mother

Spirits of Earth and Sky loudly rejoice

at birthing of new Wolf pups



Tiny new lives beginning in innocence

their eyes closed to what might be

Gently, as the caress of a Butterfly

Wind Spirits stroke their fur



Sleeping pups, dreaming dreams

of ancestors roaming free

Prairies, mountains, valleys, and streams

were once a home they shared with all



Awaken young pups, and grow strong

for yours is not the path of your ancestors

No longer will you roam wild and free

upon this land that was once theirs



For generations you kept balance among creation

and of close family you lead the way

With stealthy swiftness you move

and protect your family as no other



You are great teachers among earth relations

yet many lies have been spoken of you

Each of you is a gift to all that is

yet many two leggeds would not agree



They would destroy all of you and your young

if only they could secretly find you

Wolf, you live in harmony with our Earth Mother

while two leggeds live in selfish greed



You only take that which you need

but humans would take all they can get

You are strong of mind and heart

while two leggeds are weak and ignorant of your way



You are accused of that which you do not do

but such is the way of the human

Yet, there are few two leggeds left

who fight for you and your own



These are the ones who thrill at the sound of your voice

and whose heart longs to see you if only for a moment

Grow strong young wolves

and pray that the ignorant attain wisdom



With sage, sweetgrass, and cedar,

Native people will honor their Wolf cousins

They know of your strong medicine

and the gifts a Great Spirit has given you



Remember your ancestors and all they once had

while giving thanks to those who would fight for you

Walk in beauty upon the soft face of Earth Mother

and perhaps you will once again roam free



Sidanelai (we are family)

grandmothers blanket
21:24 Jul 02 2010
Times Read: 602

Grandmother's Blanket holds the sweet smell of sage

Woven by enchantment, as the Spirits feel no rage.

Trimmed in eyelet shadows, cast into the snow

Tumbleweeds and deserts She traveled long ago.

The threads are Her wisdom She passes on to you,

Reflections wrap around us, as if we always knew.

The patchwork shows directions North, East, South, West

The needle points the way so we know when to rest.

Grandmother's Blanket holds the soft warmth of down

From fine-feathered friends and foliage all around.

Covered by a breeze and a soft summer rain

Lightning dances wildly, as the Thunder heals Her pain.

The colors are Her passions beneath the cotton lining

For She knows the Spirit world, is free and never binding.

Footsteps walk below the soil, Mother Earth is listening

Frost paints the Blanket edges, above the stars are glistening.

Grandmother's Blanket has many stories to tell

The colors have faded, for the years have turned it pale.

Comforted by the Oneness, Her head bows down in grace,

Thanking Great Spirit for Her Honor in this place

ghost worriors
21:23 Jul 02 2010
Times Read: 603

Shadows dance on canyon walls, They are shadows from my fire.

And from these walls Ghost Warriors call "Your history is a liar."

"Our sacred lands were stolen and this we can't forget."

"The spirits of our warriors who gave their lives for it."



But the wind whispers to me that the shadows I see are visions of when the west was young.

And the Indian danced around his council fire where prayers to the Great Spirit were sung.

They asked the Great Spirit to guide them in this their troubled time.

For the white man walked upon their land and said "This land is mine."



It was the search for yellow iron that became the red man's curse.

For the white man swarmed upon their land each fighting to be first.

And no amount of prayers could stop the coming flood.

Soon the yellow iron was bathed in Indian blood.



The Great Spirit couldn't help them they had to fight alone.

For the mountains and the desert that had always been their home.

The Indian was defeated and just seemed to fade away.

And his sacred lands were ravished it seemed in but a day.



The mountains were blasted open; the gold ripped from beneath the earth.

The wounded land lies silent now and has but little worth.

The Indian is gone forever from this land that once was his.

And no one seems to want it now not the way it is.



So now that you know their story, will you listen to the whispering wind?

The ghosts of ancient warriors are singing their songs again.

They're singing to the Great Spirit their sad and mournful prayers.

Asking Him to make whole again this land that once was theirs.

call to the four sacred winds
21:22 Jul 02 2010
Times Read: 604




I call to the East, where the Father ascends

to all Mother Earth where life begins.

I fly through the cedars, pines, willows, and birch

as animals below me wander and search.



I call to the South, to the land down below.

Turtle stands silent, as man strings his bow

to hunt food and fur for his kin before snow.

A life will end so others will grow.



I call to the North, that yansa once knew.

I follow their path til it disappears from view.

Once vast in number, there stand but a few.

I hear only ghost thunder of millions of hooves.



I call to the West, to the ends of the lands,

to the Tsalagi, Kiowa, Comanche ... all bands.

Unite for the strength. Teach the young and demand

that you are Native Americans. Learn your tongue and stand.



My name is Freedom... I fly through this land.

I call to the Four Sacred Winds of Turtle Island.

summer rain
21:20 Jul 02 2010
Times Read: 605




Father Sky is gray

As the new light appears

And the laughter of the birds is still

the clouds shed their tears

and the land drinks of this heavenly dew

puddles replace the dust

irresistible temptations for little feet

Turning my face to the sky

and feeling the gentleness of the mist

washing away my cares

filling my heart with happiness

Lifting my spirits

like the quenching of the crops

Raising my arms

I turn to the four winds

and give thanks for this

gentle…Summer Rain

the calling
21:19 Jul 02 2010
Times Read: 606

The fire is dancing tonight and the winds are talking

Dancers from past lives enter the circle

Leading me back and forth through the history of myself

The mind searches as the spirit dances



The drums...dancing to the heartbeat

Memories of long ago insights to the future

I hear the winds whispering my sweat lodge dreams

I see Sungmanitu tanka (the wolf) my guide



He shows me the ancestors, not mine

They are not Lakota, or Tsalagi, or Iroquois

But they are all Nations, one Nation

Speaking with wisdom to share with each other



Yesterdays create todays and promises of tomorrow

The lies will die with the smoke

And the whispers of the winds are clear and loud

And we shall all see the return of the buffalo

AHO

as i lay here dying
22:57 Jul 01 2010
Times Read: 608

As i lay here dyingin pain i cry on the inside thinking about the love of my life.......does he still love me am i still the special one these are questions i ask myyself if im truly in love or if he loves me.......as i lay here dying of the pain i am in all i want to do is get out of this pain i want out i want out someone please help me i cry out but no one can here me im all bottled up in my own pain and blood...i still wonder about him i still love him but i dont think he feels the same about me but its okay atleast i feel pain then nothing at all...as i lay here dying i think to myself do i really want to die?