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  • OneidaDreamer
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    Miigwech

    Originally posted by trob226 View Post
    I've finally gotten back to reading some poetry. I like this, too. In fact, I think it's one of your best. The words weave around beautifully.


    Chi Miigwech my friend! I appreciate it. Yes I do dig that one too. It's super old skool

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  • trob226
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    I've finally gotten back to reading some poetry. I like this, too. In fact, I think it's one of your best. The words weave around beautifully.

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  • OneidaDreamer
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    My Past

    I wrote this New Years Eve 1993. I was at a house party. I used to carry my journal and colored pencils and other various trapping around with me all the time.

    There were times at parties when I'd just whip out my pen and journal and write; while drinking and or smoking still. But such is our youth no?

    This piece was published thrice. Once that same year in West De Pere High School's literary/art annual zine. And in the Green Bay Conference's literary/art annual zine. Furthermore it was published a third time in UW-Marinettes annual Art/Lit/Poetry Magazine: Echoes Accross The Bay.

    I really like this piece. Many people suspected me of writing all my poetry under the influence of drugs and or alcolhol. I'd have to say that 90% of my work has been written when I was sober. I'm no angel, and never claimed to be. I'm just a skin tryin to make it this insane world of ours...


    Miigwech for reading my work ya'll

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  • OneidaDreamer
    started a topic Before Eternity Ends

    Before Eternity Ends

    "Turning into black

    Void; enter hollow recesses in our

    consciousness

    Together we gather in preparation

    of the "Sacred Hoop"

    Intent on living

    not lost in time

    In alignment with our

    dreams

    As smoke up the the heavens;

    it wanders"



    The storytellers voice faded into

    silence



    "Turning into dust at his feet

    were children

    all of which told of nothing

    except dreams

    Reality as the false accuser;

    living isn't what we're used to

    On the wings of death herself;

    Lusting for an answer,

    A clue lies in the distant horizon ,

    too be had

    If only insisted upon by spirits

    of light

    But they'd better know what

    they're looking for first;

    Before eternity ends..."

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