I Hear Her Calling
Now and again, I sift through my mind.
Remembering when I used to shine. For 30 years, I've been falling. But off in the distance... ...I hear her calling. Between the Black Hills and the Badlands. Rapid City, north of the Grasslands. It was beautiful on every horizon. Now I look around me and my sky is gone. I can only remember glimpses of faces. In the mirror, are the only traces of who I am, my true blood. I'm staring at the heart of the Rosebud. I've been away for what seems an eternity. I need the love of my family and the fraternity of my brothers. I need that vibe. My heart is missing you, my Sioux Tribe. My hardened face, chipped of stone. A darkened soul from a broken home. A half-breed, but my heart bleeds Lakota. I'm here, but my soul's in South Dakota. So when the time comes to make my decision. No one will stand in the way of my vision. I'll disappear, from here, without a trace. Where I was born will be my resting place. Now and again, I sift through my mind. Remembering when I used to shine. For 30 years, I've been falling. But off in the distance... ...I hear her calling. ~William G. Smith (DancingSioux)~ False Pride?
One talks of pride, as if they know.
But when they speak, it doesn't show. Scream it at the top of your lungs with fire in your eyes. Glare at me with discontent, sink deeper into your despise. Without respect for what's being taught, you failed to learn. When told so, the sound of your voice deepens as you churn. Your thoughts get twisted about what love is, it's in the teaching you see. But you welcome that with defense because you can put the blame on me. So on you roll without a care, or at least that's what it would seem. It's you that get's those thoughts stirring about crushing hopes and dreams. It's hard to counter that without words of disappointment, because you hear it that way. So it's hard to convince you that, it's not an attack, so tell me, what am I to say? So fight it if you will and I'll hold on to the hopes that one day you'll see. How much I care for you and how dear you are to me. I know one day you can let go of your defense so that someone else can come in. If neither one can feel the love and accept in their hearts, what a terrible sin. I talk to you and keep on you and drive you to be your best. Because I know in my heart, that you are strong enough to rise above the rest. So, maybe my words don't come out right and sometimes a bit too bold. Sometimes I know what I'm doing and you'd know if you heard the words that were told. It's best to take some words with a little humility and use them as a tool. Because, we all know, as the story is told, that he who doesn't heed, is the fool. Use those words as fuel for your fire to accomplish your dreams and your desires. Use them as stairs on way to perfection, or to become what you aspire. But know this my dear, with all the love and pride in my heart, I love you. And we have our battles and our tears, it's been hard and all too true. Know this before you rest your eyes at night, my hopes and dreams for you are real. Maybe, just maybe one day, you can look into my eyes and realize how I really feel. Thank You Grandfather
Living with the daily stresses of life, it's sad to be.
It makes you brave enough to speak, but afraid to see That your life is what you made, creator of your sorrow. Falsely praying every night for things to be better tomorrow. Thank you Grandfather. As you look to his skies and ponder the lies, That lead you to this trap of your own demise, Do you give him the blame for your cowardly shame? Or do you promise him change but still remain the same? Thank you Grandfather. Do you feel unloved, unwanted, uninspired? Was this his plan for your life or what he desired? Take responsibility, it's yours for you to own. Or you'll end up face down, flat broke, all alone. Thank you Grandfather. When a hand is outreached, do you slap it back Instead of taking it to help put your life on track? Do you take insult because you're so full of pride? Roll with the punches, taking them all in stride? Thank you Grandfather. Well, I was there where you are, face down in the dirt. I was alone, flat broke and my pride was hurt. On a bench, in the park, is where I laid my head. Just to tell myself, "at least I found a bed." Thank you Grandfather. Luckily, another hand was extended to me. This time I took it and gripped it firmly. I wouldn't let go till I learned what I needed to find. I will never change yesterday because life don't rewind. Thank you Grandfather. I learned what it means to truly find yourself from within. To take what he has given me so that my life may begin. I learned human kindness from the hand that reached out. I learned what I'm here for and what it's all about. Thank you Grandfather. I've started my journey after that hand grabbed mine. I have to pay it forward, i need to tote the line. Now, in my heart, I can feel the satisfaction. Reaching out to others starts the chain reaction. Thank you Grandfather. I truly feel alive, and that's to say the least. Owning my life, knowing I conquered the beast. I'll keep living for others to help them on their way. To give someone a lifetime of happiness in only a day. Thank you Grandfather. I thank you, Grandfather, for the lessons you taught. I was able to walk through the fires that seemed to hot. I was able to stand on my own two feet, raise my chin again. I am able to pay you back everyday by simply reaching out my hand. Thank you Grandfather. Round Table Vision
I am comfortably seated at The Round Table.
I know the name but have never seen it before. I feel every groove that nature has put into it. My seat is a moss covered stump of a Great Oak, Firmly rooted into our Mother Earth. I am comfortably seated at The Round Table. The feelings about me are that of honor. Having this blessed emotion comforted me. Before me, a carved, wooden chalise. The rings of the wooden table mesmerize. I haven't even questioned why I'm here. The feelings about me are that of honor. I did not recognize my company, but I knew them. I knew them as my brothers and sisters. White, brown, black and yellow loving souls. We held hands and bowed our heads in prayer. Together, it was the power of billions. I did not recognize my company, but I knew them. We were at peace and I knew the world was too. Looking to the future, never into the past. No other burdens would come to us. Humanity was set free as was their minds and hearts. We celebrated our victory, our freedom. We were at peace... ...and, I knew the world was too. We The People
Listen, just take the time to hear me.
I know I may be young, but I know what I'm saying. We the people, can make this world a better place. Let's put down our guns, rebuild funds, and fill in the empty space - in our hearts. Let's restart for the generation coming. I mean, just look at what the world is becoming. We the people, can do just as good as we do bad. But with effortless tries and laziness the outcome of it is sad, shocking and disappointing overall. I don't know about you, but I wont watch my future babies fall. They shouldn't have to walk in the disaster we created, and that will be the case because disaster is always belated. We the people, have the right to speak our minds, but maybe that was a waist of right since no one is taking the time- to change the world for the better or to even make an effort. It's pathetic. I mean, don't you want your kids to live in comfort? I know "I'm to young to know" and I know that changing this world can be hard, but if you do it little by little, I mean, hey, at least it's a start. By ~Denise Gold~ 5/2/11 |
Warrior Song
War raging within.
Against all odds, we don't give in. Revervations our destination? Rivers of tears our manifestation? Ignoring the plight of future generations? Our souls will not be relieved of the misery, Resisting to change the course of history. Search your souls to relieve the sorrow. Outlive the night just to fight another tomorrow. Never give into weakness, no more shame! Get back what's yours, it's time to reclaim! ~William G. Smith (DancingSioux)~ All poetry written by William G. Smith
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Silly Rap About Life
A thought came to me one late night
About all that's wrong, that ain't right I was seeing things in a whole new light I grabbed a pen and pad and started to write I remember, it was about two in the morning Red skies, black clouds, fire's flame storming People running with fear but a crowd was forming No one knowing how to lead, like bees swarming Don't be alarmed about what I'm going to tell In the air, stench of fear, a nasty, awful smell A story to unfold, how the greatest nation fell Life on earth, you see, became a living hell World wide famine because of the failed dollar Didn't you know that I'm a political scholar? Anyways, here's something that will make you holler And soon you'll realize you'll be living in squalor You can no longer fantasize about all the lies Like Vietnam or the one about communist spies Hidden from the truth that's been in front of your eyes Like lab rats, we've been injected, creating our demise The truth starts to leak, world leaders speak The wheels in our mind, well they start to creak And, as they start to turn, some of us will freak But, this truth is amazing, at least take a peek The truth came out about the secret government's plot As they tried to hide, leaving our bodies to rot People woke up, spoke up, they'd have it not Let them flee to the mountains with all the money the got The answer to the greatest question of all was told How they kept this secret, a hundred centuries old Feeling raped because it was "safe" to keep you in the fold Robbed of who, what and where you are, a lot to behold But, you'll no longer have to carry the load of the lies At first, you are paralyzed, as you look to the skies Staring at saucers and disks and the mother ship flies Visions of God, Allah and Zion, disappear from cryin' eyes Reality sets in, we are free from the struggles we knew A paradise awaits, not golden gates, our minds and souls flew There will be no need for a dime or worry of crime, it's very true Hearts at ease, life in the breeze, our minds pure and true We won't have to live anymore, on the score of this knife. Embrace your loved ones, your kids and your wife And when all the lies start filling your world with strife Relax, kick back and remember this silly rap about life ~~William G. Smith~~ 12/28/10 |
Let Go
We were born with our names already engraved
On the ever growing list of the enslaved All the tragedies of war that we've braved Now is not the time to crumble and cave Let go of that fear that's kept you chained Let go of the losses that have left you pained Let go of the anger that's left your throat strained Let go of the hypocrisy and lies of the insane We grew up slaves to our master's games Forgetting ourselves, our ancestry, our names Twisted world plots that leave everything in flames The fires are burning wicked, leaving nothing the same Let go of the bars that surround your cage Let go of the key that's locked up your rage Let go of the wounds left on history's page Let go of the shield protecting you from the Golden Age We've lived in this dualistic world with no direction The paths lead to nowhere, without protection Waiting to take another scientific injection You stick out your arm without any objection Let go of your firm grip that you have on that wall Let go of the anxiety, sometimes it's better to fall Let go of the time wasted, finding reasons to stall Let go of the darkness, he'll hear you call We will break these shackles, setting our souls free Our eyes will no longer be blinded, you'll see That the light is of love in the truest purity The peacefulness inside, the way it was destined to be Let go of those poisons made to make you alright Let go of the worries that keep you up through the night Let go of the stress that keeps your fist clenched tight Let go of the comfort of your chair, stand up and fight Our world of slavery is coming to an ugly end It's true, I wouldn't lie to you, my friend When you need me, a helping hand I'll lend And when you feel down, my love to you I'll send Let go of this life filled with delusion Let go of this world full of confusion Let go of your thoughts filled with illusions Let go of your mind with it's evil intrusions We'll walk out of this world, it will be alright We'll let go of it all, watch it disappear in the night We'll wake up to the Golden age, it's in sight We'll walk out of this darkness and into the light To all my sisters, fathers and all my brothers To all my friends, relatives and to all the mothers... ...Let go |
Testimony of a Lost Soul
Alone, in the woods, I stood
I stood for days, looking for something Looking for something pure and good Pure and good as an Angel sings An Angel sings to me now I knew not how I arrived in the woods In those woods, confused and scared Confusion of my fear, I raised my hood My hood could only protect my hair An Angel protects me now While relaxed it started flashbacks Flashbacks of rage and fists swinging Swinging at me, a hideous panic attack Attacking my soul as the Angel kept singing An Angel comforts me now I remembered the pain of the beatings The beatings received from my mom and dad Mom and dad, it's your son you're defeating Defeating his purpose, his soul is so sad An Angel holds me now I started running to escape all the pain The pain that's made my life a living hell A living hell that nearly drove me insane Insane was not wanting to get up when I fell An Angel carries me now Years of confusion and hardship were to follow To follow a twisting, lonesome, endless road An endless road that has left his soul hollow So hollow, you wouldn't have to shout for an echo An Angel guides me now I stand amongst the trees, stronger than ever Ever stronger is my faith in each and everything Everything leads to one path to follow forever Forever I'll live after hearing an Angel sing An Angel delivers me now |
End of the Tunnel
Life is a highway. For some of you, this may be true.
And if you're going my way, make my skies blue. Much like the song, you don't want to get off the highway. You want to ride it all night long, no matter what I say. Keep on driving. Drive till you get your fill of it. The next day, drive through the same hill of bullshit. Oops, I cussed. I guess that makes me impure. I know where I'm going. You, you aren't so sure. Ridicule me because I found my way home. You can keep on searching in your four wheeled dome. Everyone on earth has their own road or path they've taken. I don't need to follow you. My path is not forsaken. I took my exit quite a few miles back. Your GPS must be broken, your route is off track. I wish that I could care less where your road takes you. I wish I didn't have to say that your beliefs aren't true. But, I know I'd be wrong to sit back with mouth shut. While you keep on spinning just to get out of another rut. Eventually, we'll cross each others' path to our destination. Our failure will be our lack of communication. Our journeys will come to an end and to a new beginning. Your face will show fear, mine will be grinning. We now drive together through the shadow of this funnel. We can both see the light at the end of the tunnel. We both wonder what's on the other side, will it be alright? I ask you now to follow me, for I will be cruising into the light. |
Can't Cry Anymore
Brutality falls from the skies.
Holes left on Mother Earth. Bodies dismembered by shrapnel of hate. The river of blood flows on every battle ground. Innocence ends for these children of war. No sleep will fall upon their eyes. Evil has always had it's place. It spreads across every land. It has no feelings for those it destroys. Discrimination is not part of it's game. It brings the worst out of our souls. Those who carry it are souls in disgrace. You cannot escape it's ever spreading darkness. Fear becomes your best friend. Depression lurks in the shadows of oppression. Judged by the car you drive, where you live. Bodies nourished with the poisonous food. Life's expectancies become far less. Diseases spread like forest fires. Nothing to put them out, they continue to burn. Lives unacceptably lost in the smoke. How can AIDS take out only one continent? How can a small group of terrorists pull your strings? I refuse to dance in this circle of liars. Chaos brought forth by failed money schemes. Food shortages are a farce. Currency, where did it go? Bellies empty as the war machine stays full. Our lives determined by the drop of oil. For our children, these are not my dreams. Natural disasters aren't what they appear. The greed of man has found a new weapon. Mass animal deaths, quakes follow right behind. Yet, no one has caught on to the cycle. You remain asleep, refusing to see the light. I won't wrap myself with this blanket of fear. Hearts break with every earthquake. Shaking under feet of those who stand in the way. The greedy war pigs sent another message. Maybe this time we'll all listen. A New World Order is what they want. This is an order I will not take. My heart sank in a tsunami of sorrow. My brothers and sisters of Japan be strong. We are sending prayers and love your way. The world is becoming one family. The war pigs overlooked our resolve. They never expect us to get up again tomorrow. Now, with our fists clenched, we'll end this war. We'll dry our eyes and stand tall. Together we'll rebuild our Mother with love. They realize now, they cannot stop our fate. I know it seems hard to smile right now. But, know this my brothers and sisters... ...We can't cry anymore. |
Lost Ways
Many Native prayers come from the ancients.
Our ancestors. They speak marvelous words of wisdom. Our ancestors. They foretold of many great prophecies. Our ancestors. For we were to never forget the ways. Great Spirit....to you I pray on this day. What of the 500 years in between? What happened, Grandfather? Where have all the warriors gone? Do they not exist, Grandfather? Where is the beating of the drum? Did they go silent, Grandfather? It appears that we've forgotten the ways. Great Spirit....I call upon you on this day. Where are the new age wisdom speakers? This I ask you, my brothers. Where is the modern system of belief? Can you speak it to me, my brothers? Where are all the present day leaders? Why the silence, my brothers? Have you no knowledge of the ways? Great Spirit....I ask you not to forget us on this day. Old man, kindly enlighten me. Thank you, my kind elder. What has happened to our people? Please be blunt, my wise elder. Why do you shed tears and tremble? Shattered is our Spirit, said the elder. Our people have lost their way. Great Spirit....Gather now, the elders of all nations, on this day. The elder hesitated as he raised his hand. "Please stay for one more story." The old man rests his hand on my shoulder. "Our souls may be shattered." He took a deep breath as he looked into my eyes. "But...the light is still burning....She's calling us again." He smiled as he sat back in his chair. Great Spirit....I thank you on this day. |
With This Pen
With this pen, in my hand, I can be the nicest man.
Telling tales of triumph or poems of tragedy in Japan. Lines put together to force a tear or to crack a smile. Words to ease all your fear or release you of denial. Sometimes I write what's on the mind or in the heart. Sometimes I have to rewind and get back to the start. It doesn't even matter the what, the where or the when. At this desk, the thoughts turn to stories with this pen. With this pen, in my cage, I can vent penned up rage. Screaming my frustrations enforced by many punctuations!!! Curing myself of everything that has ever affected me. Writing prescriptions for paragraphs of mental therapy. Sometimes this pen rolls on it's own, while deep in a trance. Sometimes this pen rocks, across the paper, it would dance. It doesn't matter the why, the how or the could have been. In this cage, the rage turns to peacefulness with this pen. With this pen, in my reach, I can write words that teach. Sending thoughts of love and prayers and on I'll preach. Helping someone through their day one poem at a time. Chasing away sadness and madness with every rhyme. Sometimes it's nice to know that my pen made a difference. Sometimes it's right that I pay it forward with every sentence. It never matters the who, the reason or means to an end. Within my reach, much love spills from the ink of this pen. With this pen, in my hand, I choose to be the wisest man. |