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In Limbo 09/23/00
between a rock and a hard place
why is life so hard to face?
paralyzed-
realized
rough decisions
incisions
burning my soul
take their toll
i have no choice
but to rejoice
i move to fight
wedged too tight
this is life's path
but what the aftermath?
guiding lights dim low
leaving me in limbo
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The Rock 05/11/99
Dedicated to the ole Boutonites of SUNY New Paltz.
it sits in front of Bouton,
never moving,
it is monolithic and solid.
every day,
people pass,
never giving it a glance,
yet those in Bouton know
it has its powers.
daily we find comfort while on top,
we talk, smoke, and drink,
enjoying good company.
to others it is just a rock,
to us a jewel.
the other day,
a bride and groom
sit upon it like a throne,
there the presents open
and the cake and pie served,
from it,
the bride throws her bouquet.
to others, it is nothing,
to us, it is happiness,
comfort, and celebration,
it is the rock.
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Putty in Their Hands 01/17/99
Dedicated to kate and all the others made of putty in the world
getting molded
as the person desires
and not having anything
to say about it
they can pull you
or stretch you
or squish you
and shape you however
what the person wants
you do,
you become
having no choice,
being unable to say no
every thing is for them,
you live to serve them
and nothing else
you want something,
but bend under pressure
it’s a rather simple life,
being putty
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Remnats of the Camp 05/24/98
Empty bottles and smashed cans,
dirty plates and wrinkled napkins,
half-eaten hotdogs and burgers
spot the grassy rocky area.
A forgotten towel and bucket
half-buried in the sand.
Will the memories of camp last,
or be forgotten like the towel?
The next weekend,
another group of friends
will pitch their tents,
fire up the grill,
and sit around laughing.
The next weekend,
they too will leave
their remnats of the camp.
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Animal Guides 05/06/98
Animal guides with me
forever make the Journey of Life.
Sometimes visible, sometimes not,
they try to teach
the lessons they have to offer.
I try to listen and learn,
for their wisdom is of Old,
when the Great Spirit roamed free,
spreading love, peace, and wisdom.
On the winds from the East
dances Butterfly.
He shares his colours and beauty
for all the World to see.
Like the rainbowed wings,
his mind is clear and changing.
Badger travels from the South,
carrying with her her healing ways.
She is strong and enduring,
never veering from her path of aiding.
Not caring for Future,
she fights for her beliefs.
Quick to act and aggressive,
her bite and scratch are harsh.
From his Western watery home
hops Frog.
Letting Peace and Purity run throughout,
he always relaxes on his pad.
Forever a shoulder to lean upon,
he is a lifelong friend.
From her Northern homes of earth and water
crawls Turtle.
With the Goddess' strength she shields
from things more painful then a knife wound-
hurt, envy, jealousy, and hate.
Displayed on her shell,
her paintings of reds, greens, and yellows.
Above grazes Buffalo, connected Life and Peace
and one of Great Spirit.
To all his kin- human or animal,
he keeps his promises
of always sharing what he alone can offer,
his self for food and tools.
Snake slithers Below in rings of Fire.
His colours on his skin are his creation.
He accepts the fact that he must lose himself
to go on living and realizes Life's Cycle.
Physical vitality is great
as he sheds skin after skin.
Hawk soars Within.
With every flap of wing he gives the gift of Life.
The power to overcome comes from endurance.
To fly so long in harsh conditions takes strength.
From his height, he watches all-
movements of kin and omens
brought by Spirits' messengers.
From his observations he has learned
the gift of Intuition.
Always guarding me, Grouse and Owl.
Mother Grouse reminds me Mother Earth
is always here and to celebrate Her gifts.
She helps me see the better and
transcend to my higherself.
She represents all I can do.
Wise and magickal, Owl sits.
From his perch he catches sight of all Truths.
Sometimes he shares his insights,
but either way he helps to teach
the Way of Life.
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Look to Brother's Eyes
04/21/98
Gaze into his eyes,
all knowing and wise.
See through them deep
and into his soul's keep.
He is full of tears
forming from his fears.
His family dies,
see how Brother cries,
saddened by things all
that to him must befall.
Brother takes all in,
including Man's sin.
As he tries to live
he continues to forgive.
Look to all that's wise
and into Brother wolf's eyes.
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Untitled 04/18/98
Above me are the birds,
soaring high in the sky.
I wish I could be one,
even for an hour,
free from life below.
Below I am caged
by hate and judgement.
Forget being different,
conformity is key
to fitting in.
But I don't want to.
I want to be me,
different? so what?
Above I am me,
flying however I want-
climbing, falling, upside down-
it does not matter.
Someday I will fly high-
until then I will survive,
somehow, by each day.
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Untitled 03/19/98
People should be born seeing
shades of black and white,
then we wouldn't have skin colour.
Discrimination would be a work unknown.
There would be no name calling,
but we see colour,
so we have to make ourselves colour blind.
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Then and Now 03/16/98
I remember when
skies were clear and crisp
and Soleil smiled brightly.
Grasses were tall and green.
Cool water bubbled
and quenched dry throats.
Leaves in trees danced in the breeze
that caressed our soft skins.
Air rang with laughter and music
as children frolicked
with puppies, kittens, and frogs.
People stopped to chat
before continuing on their way.
Today I live when
skies are gray and stuffy
and Soleil cries and frowns.
Grass is no more, only weeds.
Brown water is stagnant,
while fish float on top.
Trees are bare, the wind stale,
and our skins dry.
Air is filled with noises and guns.
Children scream and fight,
chasing and abusing the animals.
People barely nod
as they pass, hurrying.
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Faces 03/16/98
Faces surround me.
Who are they?
Strangers and some I know,
but not really.
What lives do they lead?
Who is their family?
What dreams do they hold?
Who do they live for, or love?
What keeps them going?
People don't really know me.
I live only my life.
My family is mine.
I alone keep my dreams.
I live for myself, no one else,
and I love me best.
Nature's gifts keeps me going.
So, now, even if I don't know them,
they have an idea of who I am.
They are just faces,
but, I hope, I am more.
I am me.
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