I Ain’t Dead ‘Til I Die
I’m not here for much longer but we are not strangers
Will you out live me? Will you remember me?
I see you, the before and the forlorn, I ain’t dead until I die,
I’m not here for much longer, Spent it all without much regret, the misty and surreal.
Will anyone remember the times we shared? I remember them all, sad and mad, will it matter much anyway?
I ain’t dead til I die, I’m not here for much longer but we’re not strangers.
But paint my face red. Dance like it matters. Sing like you want. But paint my face red,
Each night hold me tight. Every day make me stay. I ain’t dead til I die, I’m not here for much longer but we’re not strangers.
Using words to contribute to a world where we chose thinking and listening to solve the difficulties that we all share, by just being alive…
About
I am a Dakota great grandfather of many, who has traveled the world meeting others seeking to create a new world.
February 17, 2025
She Sang and Sang
She sang and sang that tune to make love come true
She sang it in every step
She sang and it did make me dance
She sang and sang
She knew all that I didn’t
She gave me what I needed most
She knew how to touch me
She knew it all very so well
She sang and sang
She sang it all the time
She made it all so very well
She sang me to alive
She sang and sang
November 07, 2024
SPEAK
Speak what you see,
Silence echoes nothing,
Sometimes, we speak, just to
Speak…
Earth screams, STOP!
Heard in the waters,
in the lands,
in the sky,
inside of herself!
But, we still go on destroying, so,
We must agree to save all life,
all of life,
all that’s living…
Or, we all just die.
The sun stands with us all,
all with no voice,
Telling us to stop this deadly destruction,
Telling those who don’t listen to heed,
Stop on the hill alone,
on the land full,
on the cities empty,
on all the open spaces…
Allow nothing to silence your voice,
Give that to your descendants to carry on,
Speak out loud,
Speak quietly within
Speak with many
Speak with none, but,
Speak for life,
Speak for love
Speak for good
Speak for each moment,
Speak for each day,
Speak for each voice,
Unite to stop the deadly destruction and
Speak to the earth and say we will Stop!
Suddenly
Suddenly, there was something out of nothing
making everything,
then there the mystery started to appear, out of the fire’s light, arose from the dark, the spark of light was lit
movement moving and passing
out of the sky of air, came down the water to the thunder and lightening, they do fight
making fire warmth growth, so it grew out of dark of night, gave light to the day
birds flew, animals ran, trees and green were to be seen, mountains arose, rivers did flow, horses galloped, buffalo did roam all drank the pure water and basked in the great sun, then, suddenly, there was Us!
Facing the Storm
Bald Eagle eating lead from our gunshots
Moose dying from some kinda civilized sickness
Wolf wants out of the
dog business
Buffalo knows easiest way out
of a storm is straight
into it!
ON THIS DAY
On this day,
Give me water,
I will give you life
Give me space,
I will give you time
Give me a relationship,
I will give you generations.
On this day,
Sad no more, sent it away,
Feeling so happy, almost reached a smile,
Like a salmon swimming home, crying out,
Just around the next bend, see you there,
Alone without me,
On this day,
Sad no more, sent it away,
Felling so happy, almost reached a smile,
Like a salmon swimming home, crying out,
Just around the next bend, see you there,
Alone without me,
On this day,
Give me water,
I will give you life
Give me space,
I will give you time
Give me a relationship,
I will give you generations…
Dakota Land
De Dakota Makoche, this is Dakota land. There is smoke coming off the river telling us we are here for you in the land, water, air and the sun. We are your birth rights
De Dakota Makoche, this is Dakota land. There is a voice coming out of the dusty clouds, don’t forget we are family in the land, water, air and the sun. We are you birth rights, De Dakota Makoche, this is Dakota land.
There’s these old rocks telling us, we saw it all. This is where it all began in the land, water, air and the sun. We are your birthrights. De Dakota Makoche,
this is Dakota land.
MnSEIA - 2024 Land Acknowledgment
The Path of Alive
Beware of the reckoning,
Awake is one’s thinking,
Be immersed in the emerging.
First there arises one absorbed in the natural world.
be a good relative, be clear, take care, do no unnecessary harm, be alive with the winds of breath, with the trees that remember, the world is to be used, not abused.
Love happens with time and affection, life grows alive with embracing and hugs, that nurtures the process in each step, brings the past to the yet to arrive.
Every experience is an ingredient in the recipe of being, accidents do occur, mistakes do happen, purpose is imposed, inherited, or just your dream. That gasp, that thought, that feeling, that shadow which passes by, that cloud down low over that path of pebbles, that is in between the leaves and petals, that echo heard, that whisper that roars, that little sudden hesitation, that looming like raindrops, beginning to fall.
My time in your world, your time in my world, time belongs to no one, but, all life lives in it, ownership of it is the living of it, being in it, is the awakening and the immersion is the being in it, so, be aware of all things around you, as you journey on the path of alive.
Pretty Bluebird
That pretty bluebird sings, “Earth is on fire!” Sun is nearer, closer than ever before, making fools even more foolish, making crazy even more crazy!
The trees telling me the truth!
The times telling me something or another!
Life is not the same as before!
It’s in the winds!
It’s in the clouds!
It’s in the earth!
“See us, we don’t know where to fly, or how to be, that is why, we are blue and why we are birds pretty singing earth is on fire!”
YOUR VOICE
It is, my choice, it is, I see your voice.
It is, without any clear explanation
that tiny little inclination of something or another
which appears out of nothing, out of nowhere
it is, within the blowing wind, swirlin’ down
that lonely creek twirling me to what I seek
makes up for all the grief. Shakes it loose
like a dead leaf. It is, that sweet soft sound
found on such fertile ground.
Flows out to just depart, knows how to open my closed heart
uncovers a very bloody mess
more or less and fills it up with such happiness
keeps what I sought a little bit short of a shout
a lot more than what it’s about
it is, what sorts through my doubt
sweeps it into a lovely thought
no other echo is same above
nor carries the true name of Love, it is, the mysterious surprise
from the infinite rise
I suddenly recognize, it is, my choice.
It is, I see your voice!
St. Paul
1996
January 05, 2025
Still Waiting
Still waiting, after all this time!
Is like lost inside a neutralized speech,
guilty in an innocent slur, heard in words tossed across the sky,
stuck way inside rooms of books and lifetimes of writings, both good and bad,
violent words from long gone killers, alive and dead, neighbors stuck within escalating bills and chores, swirling about, with not yet thoughts, spoken or recorded…
patiently recycled, bloody volumes of vowels, dirty deeds spewed about, upon so very, lethal sentences, unspoken, left for evidence.
Upon the bitter bite of forgotten, the evil periods that inflicted injury repeating upon the illiterate mind, taught amongst the learnt institutions of sophistication and guile.
Wild words released with pleasantry, categorical by insane orders and forgiven by absence and aided by those unknown sovereign-less. Still spoken, followed by the massive lot of wordless victims, waiting to reiterate those sweet and tender words, again, scared to begin a new language, that is still waiting, after all this time!