Submissions by IndigenousKind
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The pull.
Are you having trouble with your balance, love?
On that old crooked fence.
What about that old lady's light?
The one you promised you'd fix?
But you didn't.
Who's the useless hag now?
You religiously rub that little worry stone of yours.
And you look scared in your sleep.
But all the other rug rats,
Know which secrets to keep.
But that's why they've never felt the pull.
You know that real song of your soul.
High, or low. High, or low.
Dressed up in a lions skin,
You live apart from your brothers. ...
On that old crooked fence.
What about that old lady's light?
The one you promised you'd fix?
But you didn't.
Who's the useless hag now?
You religiously rub that little worry stone of yours.
And you look scared in your sleep.
But all the other rug rats,
Know which secrets to keep.
But that's why they've never felt the pull.
You know that real song of your soul.
High, or low. High, or low.
Dressed up in a lions skin,
You live apart from your brothers. ...
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Love one another instead.
I give love in all directions.
You got a misconception, let me change up your perception.
And from my recollection, there's quite a selection.
But my soul, it yearns and it burns.
My curiosity, it grows like the ferns.
As I maneuver through the turns, I start to learn.
That there is a place for all,
For when you learn to crawl,
For when you've got to fall,
For even when you've got to bawl,
There is a place for all.
If you've got the time, then man I've got the rhyme,
Got to look ahead even trudging...
You got a misconception, let me change up your perception.
And from my recollection, there's quite a selection.
But my soul, it yearns and it burns.
My curiosity, it grows like the ferns.
As I maneuver through the turns, I start to learn.
That there is a place for all,
For when you learn to crawl,
For when you've got to fall,
For even when you've got to bawl,
There is a place for all.
If you've got the time, then man I've got the rhyme,
Got to look ahead even trudging...
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Déjà vu
I can survive, and I can thrive. Without living in a hive.
We can change our lives, With just a little sacrifice.
Are we men or are we mice? We'll just have to roll the dice,
Risk strife, go on, gamble it, see if you can handle it.
Possibilities and choices, expanding like our voices.
Hungry for a change? It is within your range.
Things could get strange, living home on the range.
Double edge sword, just like a television cord.
You get power for an hour, then your bound to get bored.
But with all that love...
We can change our lives, With just a little sacrifice.
Are we men or are we mice? We'll just have to roll the dice,
Risk strife, go on, gamble it, see if you can handle it.
Possibilities and choices, expanding like our voices.
Hungry for a change? It is within your range.
Things could get strange, living home on the range.
Double edge sword, just like a television cord.
You get power for an hour, then your bound to get bored.
But with all that love...
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Passion and Patience
I wish I could be a universal lover.
A transcendent mother.
Take the world in my arms, to experience everyone's charms.
To share this untamed passion, seemingly endless,
As a gift to the lonely souls of this existence.
Within suffering there is a request.
To be understood, at very best.
But then to have that pain lifted,
After everywhere that we all have drifted.
This place where we go to find spirits the same,
We forget what we were, and why it was that we came.
We get tossed and lost, inside of this game.
With no trust, it's a bust, and...
A transcendent mother.
Take the world in my arms, to experience everyone's charms.
To share this untamed passion, seemingly endless,
As a gift to the lonely souls of this existence.
Within suffering there is a request.
To be understood, at very best.
But then to have that pain lifted,
After everywhere that we all have drifted.
This place where we go to find spirits the same,
We forget what we were, and why it was that we came.
We get tossed and lost, inside of this game.
With no trust, it's a bust, and...
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