Bear Claw

A Warrior Child
Is
Born

With
A Hunters Fire
That Burns
And Screams
in his
Eyes

And shoots

Hot Embers

Out
Onto this
Hallowed
Ground

And the Voices
Of Our Ancestors are
Etched on his Heart
And in the
Sinuews of his Soul

And this Blue Moon
Tonight

Seems to affect the Animals
And Coyotes and Wild Dogs

Maddening
And
Foaming
Listless
And
Roaming
Wonder the Plains
Without
Purpose
Like
Their
Time
Is
Waning
And they
Can't Except
Their
Fate
and
There
Life Decaying
Wild and Mangeing

MOrbid MadAtes March

For
This
Death Paraded

And Howling at the
Palled Azure Lumination
On this
Synodic Night

Because Bear Claw
Has now been
Born

And as the stars shift around
Constellationa
Above us
And
Mark the dawning
of this
New
Aeon
OF Man

Which the
Shamen had
Prophetically

VISIONED

And
Heeded a
Warning to
thos Mighty Braves
With Whom
His
Tribe

That
Bear Claw
Has Arrived
And he is More
Spirit
Than Man

And will Take
A Bears Claw
Before he's
Ten

And When
The Time
IS Right

He will
Leave Fallen Men
And
Severed Scalps
And
This last flicker
Of our
Tribe
Will
Burn Brightly

Then
Will
Die

Neither
Man
Nor
Beast
Nor Machine
Will
Last
And bursts this
Whimsy in my Heart
As i realize this
Spirit
In Me
Too
Which At Last
Has found Some
Purpose
True

 But
A Wild Heart with
Those Wild Words
Will Not always
Be by likened
and rarley give the time

To be spoken or heared
For many say this is no man

But a suckiling Bear
Cub
But Mostly
Peter Pan

But to one and all
please ignore my

Vitriolic Voiced Rhythms

And instead hear
the beauty of
An
Apache Bluebirds

Internal
Schisms