Nya:weh - I am thankful

WORLD UNDER THE BRIDGE
This is my place
under the bridge
by the creek
cars driving overhead
but it's fine
I'm alone
no one knows I'm here
except the birds, dragonflies, and
tadpoles
no one here to yell at me
or put me down
no one here to threaten or grab me
here my scars have a chance to heal
out there
they tear open
with every yell, slap, kick,
or insult
here the birds, dragonflies, and tadpole
and other creatures
they respect me
as long as I respect them
out there - above the bridge
you may give respect
and not get it in return
here it is beautiful
the birds sing to me
the dragonflies give me a show
with their colors
the tadpoles mesmerize me as they
swim by
I watch them and feel a bit of envy
but I know they are at my mercy
I keep my distance
and only watch
I do not disturb their home
with a single can
or wrapper of gum
as man, I know
I'm stronger than some
others could kill me with one blow
under the bridge is my place of peace
and escape
but it is their home




love you cannot buy
not sitting on a shelf
not in a box
not found in commercials
they don't sing a jingle for love
you cannot buy a ring for love
the size of a rock on your finger
won't matter
won't make love linger
or make it better
you can't see it just by looking
at someone's face that
looks so pretty
love at first sight?
what a pity
unless you feel it in your heart
smart ones know it in their veins
they breathe it, bleed it
feel the pain
they feel joyful moments just
the same
love can be fun
but it is not a game
love on looks is short lived
love in the heart long lived
is one for the books
in history it lives long and known
not in a shopping bag
just brought home
love is carried in your being
a thing that is felt without
always seeing
red is a beautiful color of love
and the blood we all have
inside of us
all knowing love
sometimes we say
it doesn't exist
but when push comes to shove
we know
there is no denying it
at times it comes in droves
at times it is barren
love a wasteland
a place of no life
only sand
but once we have it in our hands
we should never let it go




Seneca Words:
one: Ska:t
two: Tekhri:h
Three: Seh
four: Ke:ih
Five: Wis

Water: O:ne:ka'
Eagle: Jo:nyotah
Wolf: Tha: yo:nih
Bear: Nyakwai'
Deer: Neoke'
Turtle: Ka'no:wa'

TECHNOLOGY KILLS
Technology, a shorter path?
Sets us farther apart
Makes us want to express ourselves
Through a keyboard
We touch plastic...instead of skin
We see an image on a screen
Instead of flesh, and blood
and bone
"Ain't nothin' like the real thing"
so said Marvin Gaye
I long for yesterday
where face to face was every man's treasure
plastic every man's trash
even the car's nowadays
are made of some fake metal
aluminum, like a can that
does not protect us in a crash,
only crinkles and crushes
us to death
when we wash these cars,
no longer are we greeted with smiles
we pump or own gas now too
the oil:
Blood of the Earth
we suck from Her like greedy vampires
the horse: the creator's gift
to transport us
to keep us free from the chains of BP
Exxon, and Haliburton
the technology to free us from work
makes us fat, lazy, and unemployed
just what we deserve




For Women:
a flower from the time
you were born
a gentile presence that could
calm a vile storm
inside beautiful energy
wrapped in soft skin
you don't know it yet
your power within
you must wait and see
what will come
you are a vine to flourish
once hit by the sun
you have endless potential
if loved by someone
you will grow tall
and serene
the definition of what grace
should mean
once a woman by many
you should be adored
an enduring, and strong force
that cannot be ignored
women, you are important
in every way
a day without you
would be a very bitter day.

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