Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Rain Dancer
Where thunderclouds fear to tread,
Come follow, and come find me
Underneath a terror of rain,
To let you know it's not in vain.
The sky opens up and down falls rain,
Down falls oppression, down falls pain.
The days are longer now, the rain won't stop,
To my knees, I now must drop
For the Creator I thank for this pleasant surprise,
And apologize for the want of my demise.
Upon my feet, upon my toes,
A dance I do, and no one knows
That I'm just a cynical Indian blood,
To my soul, this rain will flood.
The youth in the clouds, the youth of the rain,
The youth of my powerful, angry disdain
Comes forth to you and captures your attention,
Do not follow, and make no mention
Of darker times to swallow me up.
I believe it is you who has had enough.
Lightening strikes, but it won't strike me,
The sky hears me make elongated pleas.
I dance my Indian dance in the rain,
I dance for you, and those who were slain.
I dance against a backdrop of grey,
I dance but only for today,
For tomorrow brings sure and sudden sunlight,
It be these rays from which I take flight
And hide all day, a terror of torment,
I'm soaked to the bone, I'm surely spent.
The sun's rays beat down upon the land,
I hide in my room, hunched over, I cannot stand.
I've breathed in the odor of rain,
I've breathed in oppression, I've breathed in pain.
April 7, 2004
Suge
*I don't rhyme often in my poetry because I find that if I do, it usually sounds stupid, however, I did this time and I can't help but feel proud of the job I've done and how wonderfully this poem flows. To me anyway.
Come follow, and come find me
Underneath a terror of rain,
To let you know it's not in vain.
The sky opens up and down falls rain,
Down falls oppression, down falls pain.
The days are longer now, the rain won't stop,
To my knees, I now must drop
For the Creator I thank for this pleasant surprise,
And apologize for the want of my demise.
Upon my feet, upon my toes,
A dance I do, and no one knows
That I'm just a cynical Indian blood,
To my soul, this rain will flood.
The youth in the clouds, the youth of the rain,
The youth of my powerful, angry disdain
Comes forth to you and captures your attention,
Do not follow, and make no mention
Of darker times to swallow me up.
I believe it is you who has had enough.
Lightening strikes, but it won't strike me,
The sky hears me make elongated pleas.
I dance my Indian dance in the rain,
I dance for you, and those who were slain.
I dance against a backdrop of grey,
I dance but only for today,
For tomorrow brings sure and sudden sunlight,
It be these rays from which I take flight
And hide all day, a terror of torment,
I'm soaked to the bone, I'm surely spent.
The sun's rays beat down upon the land,
I hide in my room, hunched over, I cannot stand.
I've breathed in the odor of rain,
I've breathed in oppression, I've breathed in pain.
April 7, 2004
Suge
*I don't rhyme often in my poetry because I find that if I do, it usually sounds stupid, however, I did this time and I can't help but feel proud of the job I've done and how wonderfully this poem flows. To me anyway.
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