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About Me

"Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice. You lived first, and you are older than all need, older than all prayer. All things belong to you -- the two-legged, the four-legged, the wings of the air and all green things that live. You have set the powers of the four quarters of the earth to cross each other. You have made me cross the good road, and the road of difficulties, and where they cross, the place is holy. Day in, day out, forevevermore, you are the life of things." Black Elk, Oglala Sioux.. width="425" height="350" ..

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My Interests

"Good words do not last long unless they amount to something. Words do not pay for my dead people. They do not pay for my country, now overrun by white men. They do not protect my fatherâ€™s grave. They do not pay for all my horses and cattle. Good words will not give me back my children. Good words will not make good the promise of your War Chief. Good words will not give my people good health and stop them from dying. Good words will not get my people a home where they can live in peace and take care of themselves. I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and all the broken promises. There has been too much talking by men who had no right to talk." Chief Joseph, Nez Perce"I will follow the white man's trail. I will make him my friend, but I will not bend my back to mhis burdens. I will be cunning as a coyote. I will ask him to help me understand his ways, then I will prepare the way for my children. Maybe they will outrun the white man in his own shoes. There are but two ways for us. One leads to hunger and death, the other leads to where the poor white man lives. Beyond is the happy hunting ground whre the white man cannot go." Many Horses, Oglala Sioux

I'd like to meet:

ALL NATIVES FROM ALASKA TO THE TIP OF SOUTH AMERICA. ANYONE WHO LOVES THE NATIVE WAY OF LIFE.Locked away Are things I forget to cherish The Owl comes flying near Whose message of news brings visions of sadness to those who hear Locked away The message will stay Until it grows up to be true Out of my hands Out of my reach Are the pains of my ancestors that I still keep that will stay Locked away I try to not think Keys and locks Keep me bound to yesterday Locked away How many more years Will our people be locked awayLittle Bear Â© 2007

Music:

Rock, Country, Old School and Blues. ANY TYPE OF NATIVE MUSIC.

Movies:

Action and Drama and comedy ALL NDN MOVIES

Television:

ANYTHING TO DO WITH NATIVE AMERICAN CULTURE.

Books:

History on Native Americans. Anything regarding my people.

Heroes:

All THE GREAT WARRIORS, WOMEN WHO WERE BEFORE ME. THE CHILDREN OF TOMORROW. ALL THE GREAT NDN CHIEFS.

My Blog

Indian Land

Spill my blood From this body Spell this mans name With your holidays Your celebrations Drink your fun As tears of no people watch With no awe Blood lives beyond the spirit Of our people You have tak...
Posted by NATIVE WORLD on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 10:47:00 PST

My Ancestral land

My ancestral landWhere highways run throughWhere my great great grandfatherHeld my handMy ancestral landThe reservationWhere my familyLivesOr the trail where 13 million liveTo many hundreds of yearsI ...
Posted by NATIVE WORLD on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 10:16:00 PST

ponder war and peace

So we ponder the next move Ponder away all day But tomorrow Keep your dreams From crashing Into darkness of bliss For wars will be fought Peace a state of anyones after thought Lies and dec...
Posted by NATIVE WORLD on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 01:29:00 PST

silent past

I live a silent pastHistory knows nothing aboutI carry the storiesOf turtle island In my dreamsI share them When I canMoving, struggling With myselfFinding words not spokenIn centuries forgotten roadB...
Posted by NATIVE WORLD on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 08:50:00 PST

THE KILLING OF COYOTES IN MONTANA

*Rebels note: I am appalled. A "contest" to see who can destroy the most creatures, with a monitary purse to the winner. Disgusting. I don't even want to be around when this Heyoka Karma comes back on...
Posted by NATIVE WORLD on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 09:05:00 PST

tears sleep

Dark clouds over my horizon So far so long to recount The people of Red skin Forced to eat Ingested promises Of strangers who claim to own Our ways of life My tears fall over Like a waterfall ...
Posted by NATIVE WORLD on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 10:59:00 PST

follow me

Follow me Where the sky Holds the sun In the arms Of beauty Rain falls on my face Bringing a new day My feet walk the silver lining Gold has no meaning Mother earth Is the beauty of every eye seen Do...
Posted by NATIVE WORLD on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 08:03:00 PST

WOLF NATION

I hear them Howling in my soul The many slaughtered Visions of the injustice Flash before my eyes The poems about them Never capture Fully understand The underlining Of their music Delightful when I s...
Posted by NATIVE WORLD on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 01:58:00 PST

In a Daze

Outdoors in a dazeFallen asleep while the lies mountAgainst the fabric The essenceTasted as the forbidden fruitThis skin on my backRed as the sun I worshipCan Jesus save this man of yesterday's moon?W...
Posted by NATIVE WORLD on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 11:42:00 PST

THE MAYBE

The taste of the maybe Inside my hands I will carry The thought of what if Inside my dimensions Are dimensions not explored? Sitting alone Pondering forever in an eclipse My time will be quick But I...
Posted by NATIVE WORLD on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 10:27:00 PST