Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
From Beyond Heaven
It's almost unknowing,
The directions of the waves
As they are pulled
From beyond heaven,
A place we all dream to see.
Up high,
Hiding in the moonlight,
With the owls.
Knowing that once
You sat upon this earth,
With the wind slowing your talk,
Discussing old times,
New times,
And times that were to come,
Before your time was up.
Trying to become
Something other than what everyone sees you as.
The waves of our ancestors swallow us up,
And sometimes, there's so much
Nothing that I can't drown.
And then silence.
How the silence peaks atop
The crest of the reservation,
Where we were shoved aside
Like we had little or no meaning,
So we forged ahead, like
Any sophisticated tribe would do,
Until forward was too far ahead,
That we just had to rest a moment
With our Creator.
The spirits ponder actions and,
I sit here on a boulder, wondering
If anyone else has ever seen what wasn't there.
August 25, 2005
Suge
The directions of the waves
As they are pulled
From beyond heaven,
A place we all dream to see.
Up high,
Hiding in the moonlight,
With the owls.
Knowing that once
You sat upon this earth,
With the wind slowing your talk,
Discussing old times,
New times,
And times that were to come,
Before your time was up.
Trying to become
Something other than what everyone sees you as.
The waves of our ancestors swallow us up,
And sometimes, there's so much
Nothing that I can't drown.
And then silence.
How the silence peaks atop
The crest of the reservation,
Where we were shoved aside
Like we had little or no meaning,
So we forged ahead, like
Any sophisticated tribe would do,
Until forward was too far ahead,
That we just had to rest a moment
With our Creator.
The spirits ponder actions and,
I sit here on a boulder, wondering
If anyone else has ever seen what wasn't there.
August 25, 2005
Suge
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From Beyond Heaven
From Beyond Heaven