Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Under these reservation cedar trees
It was under these reservation cedar trees,
I saw eyes I'd never seen before.
I saw a sadness I never saw before.
Under these reservation cedar trees,
I was looking into a face unfamiliar to me.
I saw tears falling fast to the damp dirt.
I peered into pupils, confused pupils.
These cedar trees harbored back
A hair considered dirty but golden by some,
It hid a mouth always frowning,
A mouth always foraging for words.
The cedar trees bent down and around
A woman who's heart broke whenever
Someone talked dirty words to her.
A woman who had never been loved,
But disregarded as if worth no less
Than the dirt she had settled upon.
These large, overgrown reservation cedar trees
Smiled down their smell on her,
Breathed down their arms upon her.
They held her back when she wanted
Nothing more than to flee.
These cedar trees grasped at her ankles
Whenever she tried to jump away
From the situations thrown at her.
Under these sweet smelling trees,
This woman with the startled eyes
Looked beyond the world
And saw something fair
Alas she could not grasp onto that peace.
Through the many cedar branches
She sought to get away but relented
At the last minute to relish the moment
Of trees that held onto human weakness.
Had she wanted to get away,
Minutes, only minutes would have passed
Before she returned to whence she came from.
The reservations cedar trees parted
And her cool water blue eyes were seen,
But they were red from crying.
Blue and red, and ying and yang.
And all I could do was stare continuously,
For truth be told,
I was only staring at me.
May 1, 2004
Suge
I saw eyes I'd never seen before.
I saw a sadness I never saw before.
Under these reservation cedar trees,
I was looking into a face unfamiliar to me.
I saw tears falling fast to the damp dirt.
I peered into pupils, confused pupils.
These cedar trees harbored back
A hair considered dirty but golden by some,
It hid a mouth always frowning,
A mouth always foraging for words.
The cedar trees bent down and around
A woman who's heart broke whenever
Someone talked dirty words to her.
A woman who had never been loved,
But disregarded as if worth no less
Than the dirt she had settled upon.
These large, overgrown reservation cedar trees
Smiled down their smell on her,
Breathed down their arms upon her.
They held her back when she wanted
Nothing more than to flee.
These cedar trees grasped at her ankles
Whenever she tried to jump away
From the situations thrown at her.
Under these sweet smelling trees,
This woman with the startled eyes
Looked beyond the world
And saw something fair
Alas she could not grasp onto that peace.
Through the many cedar branches
She sought to get away but relented
At the last minute to relish the moment
Of trees that held onto human weakness.
Had she wanted to get away,
Minutes, only minutes would have passed
Before she returned to whence she came from.
The reservations cedar trees parted
And her cool water blue eyes were seen,
But they were red from crying.
Blue and red, and ying and yang.
And all I could do was stare continuously,
For truth be told,
I was only staring at me.
May 1, 2004
Suge
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Under these reservation cedar trees
Under these reservation cedar trees
