Aug 28, 2009


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In a gray land, where the sound of
children's laughter is never heard,
the raven is the master,
tomorrow holds no promise, save death.
The land is barren, it gives no yield,
and every mother's son weeps tears of fire,
for the future has forsaken him,
and his generation knows only sorrow.
In the dim, smoky light of evening,
no rest is come, only the screams
of the dying and the stench of plague.
No one prays, or wishes, or even hopes,
how can they when there is nothing
to hope for, nothing to dream but evil,
nothing to wake to.
Only the same sense of losing something
you never had and ceaseless toil
for an unseen master....Suddenly,
the bastard, he comes running,
foaming at the mouth, greedy for your soul,
and you try to scream as he sucks your breath.
In the last brutal moments of your dream,
his excitement peaks, and he howls
as you wake up, screaming at the dawn.

In those still morning hours,
you tell yourself,
i am the still water, i am calm,
i am comforted by love.
The soothing touch blankets me,
i am at peace, i am love.
Love is the guide, the way finder.
Love will show true direction.
Love will protect and keep me free,
but deep down you know he is just hiding now,
waiting for another dream.

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Aug 23, 2009

Foul One

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Our brother, thou cast from Heaven,

liar is thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy evil be done,

on earth as it is in Hades.

Give us this day our daily meat,

lay waste our debts,

for thine is the torture,

the torment, the pain.

Reptilian demons dancing

to a wicked chant.

Evil doers conjuring, begin to incant.

Calling their master, lord of flies,

paying his penance, king of lies.

Beelzebub, foul one, evil incarnate,

his minions scream and they celebrate.

Thriving on hatred, envy and fear,

Hell is here now, and Hell is here.

Dull red light burning,

smoke in the air,

lost souls are howling,

time fabric tears.

The foul one, he smiles,

has his time come?

Powered by hatred,

has he finally won?

Beelzebub, Satan, evil incarnate,

rising, now rising, fueled by their hate.

Oozing his evil, thriving on fear,

now is the moment, look around,

is he really here?

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Aug 16, 2009

Unite Against Racism

The first peace, which is the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness, with the universe and all its powers, and when they realize that at the center of the universe dwells Wakan-Taka (the Great Spirit), and that this center is really everywhere, it is within each of us.

This is the real peace, and the others are but reflections of this. The second peace is that which is made between two individuals, and the third is that which is made between two nations. But above all you should understand that there can never be peace between nations until there is known that true peace, which, as I have often said, is within the souls of men.
Black Elk - Oglala Sioux

Great Spirit of our Ancestors, I raise my pipe to you. To your messengers the four winds, and to Mother Earth who provides for your children. Give us the wisdom to teach our children to love, to respect, and to be kind to each other so that they may grow with peace in mind. Let us learn to share all good things that you provide for us on this Earth. ~Chief Yellow Hawk