This poem was inspired and written during the battle  against the DAPL pipelines in 2016.  Water is life.

Mni Wiconi.

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~*~ Father Time and Mother Nature ~*~

You both, abused and misunderstood, should be the talk of the town,
As the clock keeps ticking and the earth keeps crumbling down.
When will your children face the truth and take of their blinds,
What does it take to see and free them from the shackles of their minds,
Shackles with names like Revolution, Progress, Wealth and the likes.
Yet each and all will bury in fear and disbelief when nature strikes.

Earthquakes, floods and volcanic eruptions; all products of abuse,
It’s time for awareness, time for change, time for truce.
Don’t wait till your father his patience runs out,
Don’t pretend you don’t know what this is about.
We are the children of the earth, from under the heavens above,
We have the responsibility to our parents, to respect and to love.

Looking at us, they bow their heads down in shame and despair,
Begging us to stop polluting the waters the earth and the air.
Return to your origins, wake up and look what you have done,
Wake up and act now, don’t wait, act now, before its all gone.
Our Father and our Mother, had given us all that we need,
And us the children destroy them both, while blinded by greed.

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~*~ 8:52 pm D.S 10/22/2016 ~*~

A crown I shall smite

Stumbling blindly through this maze of emotions
Tears continuously flowing like rivers to the oceans
Caused by a spectrum of love, sadness, and painful sentiments
Running down from my eyes, which are weathered by all these elements

A ball of fire in my stomach, burning flames in my heart
My mind finding a way through trying to keep each apart
Blinded by fear from the past and the future to come
Heartache and abuse, physically, mentally and then some

Without seeing an image staring down in this mirror
Trying to steer through the fog to get the picture clearer
Eventually, I will find my way through, overcome all pitfalls
No longer to be kept hidden and imprisoned within these walls

Yearning for freedom, yearning for a clean throat of a breath
Tomorrow will I sentence my burdens to a certain death
Led by the strongest force, deep from within
I shall victor and nothing shall be as it has been

A fortitude covering a rainbow of genuine love and light
Which I always believed in will be the weapon I chose to fight
A belief in myself, my truth and source of ingenuity
The goodness deep within, my heartbeat, my purity

It’s growing and strengthening inside of me, I will bring my demons down
With blood and tears of these battles, I shall smite my own crown
My crown of victory, which I shall honor and treasure with pride
A crown that will be the final witness of the triumphing of my inner stride

D.S 7:48 PM 10/22/2016

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A moment in time

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Today I want to say thank you for being there for me.
Today I want to say thank you because you didn’t had to be

Today I want to say thank you for everything you do
Today I want to say thank you because i never asked you to

Oorlog,

‘t is koud en donker om ons heen,
het geluid van een harde knal gaat ons door merg en been.
Dan horen we allemaal stemmen,
veel gegil en geren, de paniek is niet te remmen.
Dan word er hard op het luik boven ons hoofd geklopt.
Iedereen zwijgt, houd z’n adem in tot het gebons stopt.
In het midden van de ruimte steekt iemand een kaars aan.
Hoelang zullen we met deze angst in deze kou nog door moeten gaan.
Een vrouw begint te huilen, haar man en haar kinderen leven niet meer.
Zomaar doodgeschoten, in koele bloede, door een man met een geweer.
Alleen maar omdat ze even buiten liepen,
en de kinders om hun moeder riepen.
Ach hoeveel levens gaat het nog kosten, hoelang gaat het nog duren,
kan er dan niemand ons een heel klein beetje vrede sturen?

Geschreven naar aanleiding van de golf oorlog door D.S. op 2 januari 1993

War,

Surrounded by cold and darkness
The sound of a loud noise goes right through us
A lot of voices all around,
Footsteps, screaming, such a frightning sound,
A knock on the hatch above our heads,
nobody speaks, hardly breaths, filled with dreads.
Someone lights a candle in the middle of the room,
How long we have to live with this fear, cold and doom?
A woman cries, her husband and children are dead.
Killed by a man with a gun, they where no threat
They just walked outside,
surching for there mother, who lost them out of sight
How much longer wil it last, how many lives will it take?
Can’t someone send us some peace for our sake?

Written on january 2 1993, during the Gulf war