Voice of the Eagle
Nim's Poetry
No More tears, No more fears,
My life has come and gone,
All I have, all I need
I found in your arms.
Silver Pointed Dream
I've tasted the honey and the lye,
As he spead silver wings across my eyes,
I've waited in towers,
And wandered the hours,
Clutching my bottle of time.
I chased him through fogs and my dreams,
And walked with him down dirty city streets,
In every pane of window glass,
I saw my future turn to the past.
He took me to his warmth, you know,
Only to leave me in the snow,
Often my mind was blank and shaken,
I always felt the pain of need,
And watched my heart slowly bleed.
I shivered and glowed for him,
Bought and slyly stole for him,
Paid in pain and gold for him,
And hung on empty words for him,
For him, for him, for him.
Child of Innocence
[ A song for Therese]
Little child of innocence,
Hair the color of straw,
Eyes of cornflower blue,
What does life hold for you?
Sweet child of innocence,
So young and so free,
Too young for hopes and dreams,
For you are only three.
Play, baby, Play, your face so full of glee,
Schemes and vice are not your game,
your world is still a dream.
As you grow guard your dreams,
And when you reach, reach high,
For your dreams are beyond the sky.
Lookin in through the window,
Of another land,
Where all you see is what went before,
Drawn by hand or drawn in your dreams.
Hold on to your tho'ts and dreams,
Life will not always be what it seems,
Tho'ts can stay mean all day,
Or run wild like an Innocent Child.
Autumn Scene
Autumn Scene cold and bleak,
Heavy mists wet the streets,
Naked trees stretch to the sky,
And try to catch a bird flying by.
No moon in sight for days on end,
As we follow the curve around times bend.
Mystery
Beneath the mystery of the sea lays a land,
Above the mystery of the sky lives a man,
Within the mystery of the heart I am,
The mysteries of life I don't understand.
The mystery of death I hold in my hand,
The mystery of spirit I can see,
The mystery of you, The mystery of me.
You are to me a mystery,
yet I know you well,
I am stranded in the mystery of Hell.
No mystery of love do I speak,
No mystery to hate it makes you weak,
You are to me a mystery like Mother Earth herself,
We come together unbid by time
And we stand together In this mystery rhyme.
Shades of Futures Past
My soul doth heavy weigh,
As on my knees I pray,
Not my will but thine,
Pass from me this bitter wine.
Raise me above dispair,
Prepare for me the Golden chair,
Bitter vetch this wine must be,
Before the soul can fly free.
Shades of Futures past,
The first will be the last,
And the soul travels on,
After the worlds are gone.
From whence these tho'ts,
That stir so deep,
Where do I travel,
Whilst in my sleep?
Ancient mem'ries the same today,
Again the cup is passed my way,
Thine will alone not mine done,
Another past into the future has begun.
The chambers in the house of dreams,
Are fed with so devine an air,
That times hoar wings grow young there-in,
And they who walk there are most fair.
Heart Cry
To the depths of my soul I mourn,
Oh, my children, our lives were torn,
By misdeeds I broke your hearts,
Forever now we'll be apart.
I scream and no one hears,
I stand oenitant and no one cares,
I plead Child forgive
Stem the flow of blood,
don't grieve
don't leave,
don't bereave,
don't cleave
to the pain, resentment, loathe
Of days so long ago.
Always wrong, never gone, alone,
Dance with me the waltz of life,
Swirling and bowing in celestial lights,
Forever in the night,
The forever night.
Golden Eagle
Golden Eagle spreads his wings,
From the earth in graceful flight he flings.
Whispering winds raise him high,
Above the dark and thundering sky.
Ancient voices stir in my head,
My heart quickens to the chant.
Thunder roars, my body shakes,
Where my spirit goes, my body can't.
Fathers of my father,
Mothers of my mother,
Spirits of Earth, Spirits of sky,
To thee I cry.
Grandmother Moon,
Calling Loon,
Spirit cry, Calling, calling,
Calling me home.
Drums beat within my heart,
Troubled land, heavy hand,
my spirit cries,
Mother Earth, Father Sky.
Blacktop Hiway
See the man on the blacktop hiway,
Ramblin' through a no mans land,
Travelin' just as fast as he can,
Alone, on that road of stone.
He don't care where the four winds blow,
Long as he gets a ride,
He don't care for food or drink,
Just let's his conscious be his guide.
Left his girl and ole Ma cryin',
Said he'd write but they knew he was lyin',
Got no razor, he's got no blade,
Thin and ragged, he stares down that grade.
Now here he stands waitin' for a ride,
Got no money just a bottle of wine,
Sun's goin' down now, it's end of day,
And here he stands on the blacktop hiway.
Ridin' thumb, ridin thumb,
Goin' where road leads on,
Don't care if the day has sun or rain,
Just ridin' thumb down that blacktop lane.
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