MEAN IS MEAN
I STAY AND WAIT HERE
LYING TRYING NOT
TO HATE HERE
BROKEN ARROWS
ON MY FLOOR
NO ONE'S COMING
TO MY DOOR
EAGLE FEATHERS
IN MY HAIR
I COUNT MY SCARS
IN SILENT PRAYER
DEER AND ANTELOPE
MY COAT
SILVER BEADS
AND STONES I TOTE
SMOKE THAT CARRIES
UP MY DREAMS
MY EMPTY LODGE
MY SILENT SCREAMS
SHIFTING SHAPES
MY WOLF APPEARS
FREEING ME FROM
HUMAN FEARS
SACRED PATH
BEYOND EACH WORD
THINGS NO ONE
HAS EVER HEARD...
Bobby Jameson Jan 3, 2009
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