LIKE A MARCO POLLO JUST STEALING ANOTHER INDIAN.

NOT MEANING MUCH TO ANYONE AS WE'RE LEAD TO BELIEVE AGAIN.

AS THEY TRY TO TRICK ANOTHER SIGNATURE TO DESACRATE WHAT LITTLE WE HAVE LEFT.

THEY LOOKED POLKADOT WHEN WE FIRST SAW THEM BUT NOW THEY'RE MAKING SUCH A MESS

OF THINGS, THEY THINK THEY HAVE CONTROL

WITH ONE FINGER ON THE POWER BUTTON AS THEY'RE DISAPPOINTED BY THE POLLS

THINKING THAT THE TELEVISION POWER BUTTON WILL DEFFINETLY STOP THE CHANGE

BUT IN THIS "UNITED NATION" NOW THE "MINORITIES WILL REIGN!!!!!

 

NATIVES FOR OBAMA!!!!

TAKING SOMETHING SACRED JUST LIKE THEY DID BEFORE.

SPREDING LIKE A VIRUS AND ALWAYS WANTING MORE.

HUMANS ARE THE POLUTION. YOU AND ME ARE NOTHING MORE.

ALWAYS TWISTING THE TRUTH WITH CONFUSION AND NOT SAY'N.....

THE MOON SHINES PRETTY ON HER FACE BUT HER BEING SHINES BEAUTIFULLY AND BREATHLESS ON THE MOON. HER VOICE ECHOS THROUGH THE NIGHT WITH MORE THAN A HINT OF FIGHT WITH NO END TO THE TRUTH COMING SOON. WHO IS SHE? I MET HER ONCE BEFORE A LONG WHILE BACK BUT SINCE HAVE NOT LOST THE IMPRESSION SHE ENDENTED ON MY MIND. THE SMOKE FROM INHALED FRIENDSHIP HAS NOT ESCAPED FROM MY LUNGS OR HEART NOR HAS IT FALLEN APART THE TRUTHS THAT WERE HERS AND MINE... I LOVE HER. SHE IS PERFECT THROUGH HER FLAWS. SHE IS DECADENT THOUGH THE TATTERED BLOODSHOT EYES THAT SEE HER FOR WHO SHE IS. SHE IS OFF. SHE IS OFF TO FOLLOW HER DREAMS TRYING TO MAKE THE "RIGHT" WORLD "WRONG" FOR THE WORLD FOLLOWS A TWISTED PERSPECTIVE AND MOTHER EARTH CRIES BECAUSE SHE CAN NO LONGER REMEMBER WHO SHE REALLY IS. SHE CAN NO LONGER REMEMBER HER FACE OR DREAD LOCKED HAIR THAT WAS WASHED WITH "BLACK GOLD" AND DIED BLONDE WITH MAN'S PRECIOUS POSSESSIONS AND VALUE OF GOLD. VALUES OF DIAMONDS AN OVER VALUED EMERALD OF MOTHER EARTH CLAWED OUT BY TATTERED SCARED HANDS OF BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF THE OPPRESSED FOR A DIFFERENT KIND OF COAL. I HAVE NO REASON BUT I FEEL LOVE FOR HER THROUGH HER TEACHINGS, RANTINGS AND HOPE ONE DAY THE WORLD WILL BE JUST LIKE HER... BEAUTIFUL AND REMEMBERED ONCE MORE.

I HEAR A BARELY AUDIBLE WHISPER IN THE BACK GROUND.
BEHIND THE SCREAMS AND RUMBLING OF THE CHAOS AROUND.
BEHIND THE GRINDING WHEELS OF INDUSTRY I HEAR A LITTLE VOICE ASK...
AT FIRST I DON'T UNDERSTAND BUT I HEAR AT LAST.
"WHY AND WHERE HAS THE PEACE GONE?" "WAS IT EVER HERE?"
I TRY TO SPEAK BACK BUT THE WHISPER FADED AWAY AND IS NO LONGER NEAR.
I KNOW NOT WHAT IT WAS AS I LOOK IN THE SKY...
I DON'T KNOW THE QUESTION TO WHAT IT WHISPER NOT CRIED.
SO I REPEATEDLY SHOUT THE QUESTION ON WHICH I TRY.
I TRY TO FIND AN ANSWER BUT I CANNOT IT SEEMS.
A FINE BORDER LINE BETWEEN CHAOS AND PEACE WHICH WE ARE UNABLE TO FREE.
FREE OUR MINDS FROM "DIFFERENCES" TO WHICH WE BIND OURSELVES TO.
THE "DIFFERENCES" ON WHICH OUR ACTIONS ARE BASED AND THE ONLY REASON WHY WE DO WHAT WE DO.
SOME LACK TO SEE THE DIFFERENCE AND DESECRATE THE GROUND OTHERS FIND HOLY.
THE OTHERS' FIGHT FOR JUSTICE AS EQUITY IS IGNORED AND THE OTHERS FEEL SO LONELY.
THE OTHERS FEEL LIKE THEY ONLY UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY ARE TRYING TO GET ACROSS.
WE MAY NOT WORSHIP THEIR BIBLES NOR THEIR CROSS.
BUT WE ARE STILL HERE AND CONTINUE TO BE.
WE ARE LIVING IN THIS LAND IN WHICH THEY CAME CAUSE OTHERS DID TO THEM WHAT THEY'VE DONE TO US.
THEY CAME TO PRACTICE FREEDOM OF RELIGION AND FORCED THEIRS UPON US.
WE FUTILELY  FOUGHT BACK AND ARE STILL FIGHTING TO THIS DAY.
THEIR DECLARATION AND BILL STANDING IN OUR WAY.
THE VERY FEW WHO REMEMBER THIS IS OUR LAND AND THEY ARE THE ONES WHO CAME WITH OPEN HANDS.
THE CAME WITH THE PLAGUED BIBLES AND SMALLPOX ED UNWASHED HANDS TO SHAKE OUR HANDS AND TAKE OUR LAND.
THEY TRY TO COVER UP THE BLOOD THEY SPILLED WITH THEIR STRIPED FLAG AND STANDARDS OF LIFE.
WE ARE THE ONES SUFFERING ON OUR RESERVATIONS TRYING TO LIVE OUR STRIFE.
WHAT IS IT TO LIVE AS ONE? IS IT TO GIVE UP YOUR TRADITIONS?
IF IT IS COUNT ME OUT I'LL WALK ALONE WHILE YOU LIVE WITH PERDITION.
THE DAY I SEE A NATIVE STANDING IN THE WHITE HOUSE WITH AN EAGLE FEATHER IN HIS/HER HAIR STANDING TALL.
IS THE DAY I LAY DOWN MY ARMS AND WILL SMILE THROUGH A NATIVE GRIN AND SHOUT WITH THE ALL... 

ABOLISH COLUMBUS DAY!!!!!!!

i'm sick if all the people who act like they care. 3he people who can lie through their teeth and still stand there. Screw it I don't need them I really don't. the hell with them just leave me alone.

Spinning in circles as the circles turn to squares. The squares turn to dream catchers made from angels hair. Although made from angelic figures creatures of mind and thought. An imaginary figure over which many fools have fought. Religion, causing wars and genocide over different imaginary friends. Will their foolish fighting never ever end? I see you standing there wanting to say something but unable to speak the words. Unable to speak your thoughts and make your precious opinions heard. Incapable to get over your fears of what other people think. So unable to be heard and you still don't possess the courage to even speak. That's all you have to do to make this world a change... Not a dollar fifty brother or your blood it isn't all the same. They say change is the future yet it keeps regressing back. Back to an image that's portrayed in either white or black. No grey areas just the decisions right or wrong. What I go left and start to lead the way of gone? Will you walk beside me or just lead behind the one in front? Will you be tied to your futures' past or will the ties become undone? I'll tell you what I'll do I'll make my opinions heard. I'll shout out the nonsense and things optimist think absurd. I'll sing my native songs and repeat what I think is right. My interpretation that has not a hint of black or white. Just different shades of brown dancing to one beat. The beat of a nation, no rhythm just move your feet. As long as we're all moving in our own directions instead of thinking as one. You'll bounce off me and the thoughts so constant become undone. I can't make you move it's completely up to you. Completely up to how you decipher this message and absolutely what you do. Will you take action or ignore your only will? What ever you do brother or sister absolutely promise you won't stand still...

I've got a mouth like razor blades. So let me kiss your wrist and kiss your neck so you won't wake. Just sleep eternally and so will it be forever and never more! Just shut your eyes and fuckin see what you are and what i'm for! FREE! I am not! BE! I will not! Help me. Just see. One more time.

Spinning in circles while my angels are on the side lines. Like monkeys in a barrel we are grouped together packed tightly inside. Unaware of the earth outside these very walls. The beautiful heaven at which we claw. Getting nowhere fast but still thinking we're makin progress. Still sitting in our seats thinking, trying to process. Is this a test? It has to be. I think out loud to myself but still cannot see who I am or who I'll be and what exactly this means to me. Not you just me. I have to figure it out so my mind will be free. Free from withering free from pain. Free from this snickering feeling which is driving me insane. By now I should have seen through my reflection. I should have seen the bottom of the broken bottles and my image it was projecting. O how it was just sucking me in and to my surprise I let it. Slow and painless like carbon monoxide asphyxiation I don't regret it. I've seen more in this toxicity than I think I would have sober. I'd have ignored thoughts infinity over if I was sober. So keeping in the shadows drinkin before taking in the light. Just thinking that this is hinting towards a sober life.