I'm really proud of this one. Really proud of it. I drew it during our powwow and I think it turned out pretty amazing. And yes, this is a guy.
Have you ever had a dream?Have you ever had a dream,
where you woke up crying?
Not crying of sadness,
not crying of pain,
but crying of joy,
for something to gain.
A dream where your wishes,
seemed to appear,
out of nothing, out of air,
and whispered in your ear.
Have you ever had a dream,
where you woke up laughing?
Not laughing of happiness,
not laughing of glee,
but laughing of loss,
for something you never wanted to see.
A dream like a nightmare,
you were just happy to be awake,
you laughed 'cause it was silly,
but inside your mind was at stake.
Have you ever had a dream,
you couldn't explain?
so surely a shame.
A dream like a mystery,
where nothing made sense,
but somehow you knew,
it was only the tense.
Have you ever had a dream,
where you knew it was real?
Where you felt the pain,
felt the joy,
felt the emotion like it was real.
A dream like a memory,
neither happy nor sad,
a dream like a test,
neither good nor bad.
And have you ever had a dream,
that you wished you could share?
Something I forgot to say...There's something I never show,
hidden behind my glorious glow,
I pull it deep inside,
and hope that I can hide.
You say that I could hold the stars,
and to that I do agree,
but something you must know,
is that I'm no "Susy Lee".
I'm far from perfect,
far from fair.
I know my weaknesses,
and their hard to bare.
I've been down that path,
that winding trail,
were shadows filled my every thought,
and made me oh so frail.
I didn't feel I had anyone,
to guide me to the light,
but even when I felt alone,
I had to see the future sight.
It's true I know now what I want,
but it didn't used to be that way.
I still remember the anger I had,
the pain that I still hold today.
I've come very far from that deep dark path,
and I feel, as I said, that it's in the past.
I'm here to help, and I'll never leave,
just step up, take my hand, and be sure to see.
I'm sorry your lost in that deadly, dark place,
but as a good friend I'ma get in your face.
I won't let you wallow, in the pain that you feel,
Old FriendsEver since my mother let me free,
to wonder out and truly see,
I met an old friend, one perfect for me,
with wisdom and things to share.
This friend, though old and ancient, not new,
had wisdom beyond me or you,
he was something of the quiet few,
but somehow he always spoke.
I'd wake up just excited to see him another day,
to sit beneath him or play the sunlight away,
but every time I left I felt him beg me to stay,
but I'd always reply, "I'll be back".
No one besides him and I,
could understand my obsession and why,
I'd go and talk to him 'bout my life,
and all the things I'd been through.
And though the years raced right past,
and I grew and grew, so very fast,
my old, old friend only seemed to last,
as he only changed with the seasons.
He knew my every secret and thought,
I'd share every dream I'd ever sought,
he knew about all of the pets that I bought,
and I always brought them to meet him.
But now I am old, and withered and grey,
and though he still changes, he did always stay,
And YetNo sun, as it hides beneath the clouds,
and yet I feel it's warmth
No rain, as the clouds stay full,
and yet I feel it's falling
raining on me
No chill, or pain, as on this plain,
and yet somewhere I feel it's cold
No emotions, good or bad, just the chimes in my ears
just the sway of the ha-mick, as if swaying away from my fears
The most power comes between rage and serenity
passion, and peace
No glow, as my body feels empowered
and yet I can see the shining aura
WindowsWhat is the "soul" but our life and emotions
What is "emotion" but our feelings and thoughts
What is "thought" but our mind working miracles
What is "miracle" but a belief we once had
What is "belief" but a lie we were show
What is "lie" but a truth never told
What is "truth" but something we say
Our given word being only the proof.
Our eyes are windows,
Windows to soul, emotion, thought;
life, feelings, belief;
lies, truth, proof that miracles are in the eyes of the beholder.
What is "beholder" but the person we are
Who are we but pieces to a puzzle of the world.
"We all can make a difference,"
"We all can make our way,"
Something we say: Truth in our "eyes".
Look out the window, what do you see?
MAYBE a tree?
This is our "truth". These images of cars
This is how we live, day in and day out
Make that difference you keep talking about
Step out, take a walk instead of zooming about
Eat healthy, eat right.
Care for all those in sight.
Be positive, not cruel.
Broken SorrowsHollowed by my broken soul,
My Love hath crushed and bruised me.
By now my heart be only but a hole,
In which none is left to sooth thee.
How may thee ask if I cry,
When thy gaze looks upon tears dark in my eyes?
Ask me once if this pain I sorrow,
Can ever be healed and patched.
Answer me this, if my heart for borrow?
The answer is no, no grief can match.
Upon this road I have traveled far,
I gave thee my heart 'afore I knew what ye are.
The grave? It has burned me,
My mind? It is stolen.
A scar thee has left me,
Now my chest is but swollen.
Nary I leave my sorrows behind,
If given a choice, nary would I rewind.
Once Upon a Twilight DayCome and take my hand dear,
Come and share this moment.
The stars shine so brightly,
High up in twilight's quite night.
Over the hills of Autumn,
Grasses of brown and red.
The leaves will fall down on our heads,
While we laugh and hold each other.
Those twisting paths of sidewalk,
Our feet with not stray far from them.
The sky above our head is becoming,
Bright colors fill our eyes, a twilight rainbow.
Only once the moon has reared its head,
Only the sun had slipped over the horizon,
Will we return the the real world,
And leave this place of fantasy.
What is that, my love?
Nothing but a door, one to take us home.
It seems somehow this has become a story.
Once upon a twilight day.
SeasonsA walk through the snow.
A swim in the creek.
A feeling of warmth,
As the leaves crunch beneath my feet.
Because of the seasons...
Because I must enjoy them.
Besides, why would I waste them?
Because the come and go.
Cautiously they trade places,
'Cause they always take turns.
Creation is not stingy,
Creation is quick and fleet.
Dare I say the seasons are mine to enjoy?
Dare I actually step foot in the storm?
Dutiful is the circle of life.
Doubting that Spring won't come 'round again.
Every season is amazing but Spring is my favorite.
WolvesMankind may find intelligence in the wolf,
An open mind could bring end to misconceived truth.
Wolves are families.
Imagine they lived like humans,
"The wolf attacks without cause!" Insane
Man is calling wolf the idiot,
Wolves are afraid of us.
Who are the ancestors of "Man's best friend"?
Reality - Wolves are wild,
They are pest control, though it sounds absurd.
A law wolves live by:
Limping moose is easier to catch,
Loosing territory and prey though to humans!
How are wolves different?
Save honor and respect.
Let wolf into the world,
Hear them howl.
The wolf is our model,
Let us not loose them.