I Don’t Know Why

I cried today,
I don’t know why.
I looked for someone,
I don’t know who.

I read the Tao,
I don’t know why.
I looked out the window,
I don’t know for what.

I called someone on the phone,
I did not get an answer.
I stepped outside,
I don’t know why.

I took a nap,
I recovered my thoughts.
I read the Bible,
I trusted God.

I cried again,
I know why.
I Love Jesus,
Because he is by my side.

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Discovery

It is not that you left me.
Because you were always there.
It is not because you stopped loving me.
Because you never said you did not care.

It is not because we were mad at each other.
Because we never had a fight.
It is not because you found another.
Because you were never looking.

It was because I did not pay attention.
To the look in your eyes.
It was because I did not understand why.
You would show up miles from home.

It was because I did not know I was stupid.
And let you slip though my fingers.
It was because I did hurt your feelings.
Because I did not see the love in your eyes.

It was because I was so young and so full of myself.
That I watched you go away.
It was because I seen you with another Man.
That later I would understand.

It was something I cannot fix, nor mend.
A broken heart I know I caused.
For I realize the hurt I caused.
Because now the pain I must live.

I do not expect you to forgive me.
I do not expect you to care.
I understand why you won’t take my calls.
But I do not understand why you never married.

I blame only me and know the truth I will tell.
For all that I have done to you I am living in that hell.
It is all over. The days have counted down.
And here we are so far apart.

Broken hearts can never mend.
I could if I had the power.
I know who you were then.
I discovered you in my heart.

And you will never go away.

 

1981

The Red Road

Once there were Buffalo roaming the grassy plains.
Thousands could be seen on any given day.
Many Moons would pass but the Buffalo would stay.
Moving up and down from grass to mountain and back again.

The streams and rivers ran free and clean.
The water was share with Earth, Animals and Brother.
It healed and cleaned and gave and it took not.
It Winter it would freeze but it would let all in but warm it flowed once again.

The trees shaded and moved the air.
They gave Earth, Animal and Brother life to breathe.
They grow tall and strong.
We use only what we need.

Of all the grass and seeds they are many.
We take only what we need and leave the rest for Earth and Animals.
We make our baskets, pots and clothes from what we take.
The grass and seeds give back again for many Moons.

We trade with Nations on our sides.
They trade with Nations on their sides.
We smoke pipe and sweat in lodge and make peace.
Many Moons pass and Nations have always been at peace.

One day White Man came.
We welcomed him and smoked pipe.
Many Moons passed and White Man trade with Nation.
Then White Man came to Nation and ask for more.

Many Moons have passed since that day.
We smoked many pipes with White Man.
But Peace was broken and Nation divided.
Then Land becomes smaller and everything changes.

White Man no longer smokes pipe.
Buffalo no longer roam on grassy plains.
Grass and Seed have been been lost in the wind.
The tall trees fell one by one and railroad took the Nations.

Now we live on a plot of land.
White man calls a Reservation.
We can not hunt or plant on this polluted soil.
We are left in hunger and without a Nation Pride.

We once Walked The Red Road but now,
We are what is left of the White Man’s Genocide.

 

Wado

 


This is dedicated to my Niece’s
Louetta Dawn Wilson
Tammy June Hedges

I Love You Both Dearly
Uncle Jamie

When The Rain Comes

The new rain brings new life.
The sun warms the growing plant.
It blooms and becomes natures food.

The wind blows and the pollen travels.
It lands yet another field to help life grow.
And again the rain falls to bring new life.

Yet, where is that laughter?
Where are the people?
Where have the children gone?

The trees have leaves,
The grass is green,
The food is there for the picking.

Yet, there is no one there to pick it.
There is no one playing.
No one working.

The houses are empty.
The window pains are broken.
The doors are left ajar.

As a line in a song once said.
“Where have all the young men gone?”
Where has all the beauty of the earth gone?

We could say a war or a atomic blast took it all.
Or that a virus killed everyone and left a barren planet.
Yet we do not know when or how it became this way.

Maybe it was time and the rapture came.
All those left went to heaven or fell to the depths of hades.
Yet the plant life still grows and dies as it has for millions of years.

Waiting, waiting for the return.
It knows. It knows all.
Someday the laughter will come.

And when it does thing will change.
Love will bloom where hate once stood.
Good will be done where evil once ruled.

When that day comes things will change.
The silence will stop and laughter will be heard again.
And wars will never be heard of.

The new rain brings new life.
The sun warms the growing plant.
It blooms and becomes natures food

 

Made Of Stone

Here I knell, head in hands.
Tears running down my burning cheeks.
Fearing the future, Hating the past.
Alone homeless my heart broken.

 
A lifetime we laughed and loved.
A world without hate, we had each other.
Each day we became closer.
Each year we became better lovers.

 
Today there is only silence.
Today my heart is scattered in the wind.
Today my dreams have been lost forever.
Today time has ceased.

 
The cold stone standing in the garden.
The words carved are only a name and dates.
They give nothing to the person who lies here.
The joy that she once brought, the love she gave to others.

 
In one moment she was there smiling.
The next it was gone as if erased from piece of paper.
As if she never existed, if only in a dream.
Yet the pain is real and memory vivid.

 
Here I knell head in hands.
The tears running down my burning cheeks.
Fearing the future, hating the past.
Alone, homeless, broken, and lost.

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Cross Design: James Earl Wells Copyright 2009

 

A Man Of Rags

Treasured small hands dipped in cool clear water.
Eyes so blue the heavens open for the beauty they behold.
A voice so soft not even the leaves move as her voice passes by.
Her steps so light the ground does not move with each step.

 
Long curls of blonde hair flows down her back.
Her skin soft as cotton and smooth as new spun silk.
Her smile brings down the angels from the clouds.
Her songs brings the animals of the forest.

 
Butterfly’s follow her every where she goes.
The Sun never leaves her face.
She walks in his Grace.
She talks to Him all day.

 
He loves her without measure.
His arms surround her everywhere she goes.
In her bad times He lifts her up and carries her home.
And in her good times he blesses her with Love.

 
Her treasured small hands dipped in the cool clear water.
Her blue eyes looked up at the man in rags.
She gave him the drink she took in her hands.
The voice from heaven was clear as a bell.

 
My maidservant pleases me.
As she follows me wherever I go.
I never knew her or have set my eyes on her.
Yet I have felt her touch and felt her love.

 
I am but a poor man in rags.
I wonder the land looking for truth.
I take what people give me.
I Thank The Lord for my Life.

 
He lays his head on the ground.
Where he would sleep.
She would sit in the tree singing.
Waiting for the new day smiling on a man.

 
A man of rags with many riches.

Savior

From the top of the tree you can see.
A beautiful world that was given to you and me.

Dominion over this planet from sea to sea.
In charge of taking care of where we live you see.

A cross they hung him from on that day.
To save us from sin and regret we live in our own way.

A message was given and a life taken.
The ground shook and graves opened.

Three days passed and to the faithful he came.
His promise fulfilled and his instructions sealed.

The torment of the One will try those who wait.
His power of deception is great.

Some will fall under his spell.
Those that bow to him will burn in Hell.

Tormented and silenced the faithful will win.
For the Evil One can never win over their Faith.

The night will end and the star will appear.
The breeze will blow and peace will come.

The House with many doors will open.
Those who are faithful unto then end will enter this place.

For this is where the beginning never ends.

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