Lost

Where do you go pale-face? where do you go?
where do you go to escape when you dont know where you are?
where are you now? where are you headed? is your path curved?
oh pale-face, dear pale-face. look up for the ground and see.
climb the mountain and be lonely for a time. it will do you good to see the eye of the eagle.
oh pale-face, from what do you run? and where do you run to?
where do you go pale-face? where do you go?
how do you escape the man in the mirror?
do you never look again and simply move on with your self awareness fading like the man who sees himself in the waters as he drinks? will you never look into the painful beauty of this world?
will you never look in the glass? will you never see why this world is made? oh pale-face, stop and see. look into your pain.

to the ends

this universe is huge, and the world i live on is just as vast in its own way.  there are so many places to fly and so many places to see.  will i never be able to see and know it all.  but in my journey as a lost pale-face i can have the pleasure of being lost.  i can explore new things.  to the ends of the world; to the ends of my life; and to the ends of this universe.  the native americans believe in the great spirit.  in the world that i call mine, i have seen too many things to not believe that this place was created.  in the white man's religion and view of god i cannot believe.  the white man has clouded his god in their religion.  no, i will follow the great spirit.  though i believe god and the great spirit to be one and the same, i believe that the native americans understood what it was to have a true relationship.  what other purpose is there in life but to have relationships, and what more important relationship does one have than with his creator?  fly on pale-face.  fly on.

dear lonliness

dear lonliness,
  thank you for showing me the darkness.  now i can truly appreciate the light.  thank you for leaving me in solitude.  now i can truly enjoy the company of another.  thank you for causing me pain.  now i can truly enjoy the love that heals me even when it seems to hurt.  dear lonliness, thank you for being silent for so long.  now i can truly appreciate the sounds of life and music.  thank you for showing me what death would do to others and to myself.  now i can live knowing that life is truly a blessing.
so dear lonliness, as you leave my life please know that, although im not sad to see you go, i wouldnt be who i am without you.  until you leave, i will not be afraid of you.  i will learn and live, and in the end the day will come that you leave me.
i am not afraid.
pale-face

to fly

oh pale face, will you dare to dream?  will you dare to spread your wings?  oh pale face, will you even try to fly?  how many times have you been hurt?  how many days have you spent alone?  oh pale face, who are you now?  who are you that stares back at me in the mirror and in the still waters?

in spirit

what am i?  am i human?  truly?  what am i?  am i really in the world or am i in another world alltogether?  i just dont know.  ive always been here, so how can i say for myself?  i am simply where i am.

uncertainty

it is unclear to me what i am.  i know i am a pale-face, but i dont know how to stop being a pale-face while living in my world.  it is difficult for me to know what it is i truly want. 

Mourn Together

mourn together as bitter life destroys not death but love.

to find a people

where, oh pale face, will you find a people?  where will you find a home?  in your country your kind runs rampant, tearing apart and haunting your own land.  the others do not wish to have your kind.  will that include you, oh pale face?  in time you will find the answers to your questions.  for now you must be patient.

braveheart

women, children, land, money, glory, what are these things without freedom?  nothing.  and what is freedom without these things?  nothing.  so why do we chase after such things?  my heart longs to be free, but my find wonders what my heart wishes to be free from.  my feet long to walk on unspoiled ground, but my eyes cannot find it.  my ears wish to listen to nature as god had intended, and my nose to sample wild air; but there is none left.  each morning i am greeted with the pale face of death.  he wears my skin.  in his eyes i see my own. sunken, and filled with grief and care.  my skin rides on his face like a sack of burlap and dries itself on his bones.  yet, with all this, my heart continues to bleed and struggle on.  i feel as though i were rotting, like an abandoned house left to the wild.  no one resides in my shell.  the soul of my people have long since been bought, traded, and killed.  there is nothing left for me here.  i must become as my face, pale, a ghost.  i must be brave.  my heart must be brave.

i am pale-face

who am i?  i am pale-face.  i am white by skin color.  from what people do i come from?  none. the pale-faces like me are divided, usually amongst themselves, mostly amongst themselves.  what is my name?  to be precise, it really doesn't matter.  pale-faces really have no names.  they have christian names, sure; but they really have no names.  for all intents and purposes you may call me pale-face, and i will be happy.  for that is what i am.  the real people on this earth have color in their skin.  some are dark, some are fair, but all have color.  only the pale are not a people.  why?  because we are divided, man against man, man against woman, man against child, and woman against child, all are divided.  there is no unity.  you ask about the white man culture i presume.  what culture do we have?  we beg, borrow, kill, and steal for others' culture.  you ask why we are so prominent and powerful i presume.  of course, who can contain the anger and wanderings of ghosts?  i am pale-face.  i am of a people who long ago left their calling as people to become ghosts of earth.  ravaging it and the people in it.  i am a ghost.  a soul without a home or a people.  i am pale-face.