LOVEBETRAYED

Her skin pale, taut, torn, Her eyes cast at the mournful moon. 'How long,' She whispers, Since the day bled out? Since She'd been alone in the moonlight? Broken wings folded neatly, she stood. Bare feet on broken glass, blood On the cold stone floor. She looks up again, the shattered roof Of the abandoned church. The young priest shudders. His words lose all meaning, fading Into the echoes of her whimpers. A thousand questions voiced at once. She turns her head, black hair and lace Falling gracefully around her pale face. With A single tear drop of crimson blood. She touches the place her wings once were. 'I...' Her words c

Her hands are bound    As is her heart,  With no one there to free her. And so she bleeds,    A broken soul,  With no one there to see her, She's blind to pain,    And smiles so bright,  Her bondage soon to end, Her heart's at ease,    And now she's gone,  With Death, her only friend.

"Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children."  Ancient Indian Proverb "One does not sell the land people walk on." ... Crazy Horse, Sept. 23, 1875 "The American Indian is of the soil, whether it be the region of forests, plains, pueblos, or mesas. He fits into the landscape, for the hand that fashioned the continent also fashioned the man for his surroundings. He once grew as naturally as the wild sunflowers, he belongs just as the buffalo belonged...."Luther Standing Bear, Oglala Sioux 1868-1937 "

Dear sister, we are both born of anguished flame. We ignite that which we touch because the world refuses to change. It has become as dry as deadwood, as cold as the frost-bitten peak. Yet from the mountain, we see with clarity, that the strong were made to rule the weak... And so we march with an army, forged in the fires of pain. They are tempered by their agony; their tears mix with the rain. And as they trudge through the mud and the muck, their souls sing a hymn of dark praise. For only we demons could understand their suffering, whilst the angels avert their gaze...

Mine? In his arms He held me near. I ran my fingers Through his hair. He kissed me softly And made me sigh. Our love for each other We couldn't deny. The night was beautiful, Gentle and free. I wish that night could always be. But away he went And here I wait. While he's at home With his loving mate. Tracy

Angel Tears Did you think she could handle it, the day you said goodbye, Did you think about the consequences and all you left behind, Or was it all about you and what you were going through, Never once considering what your actions were going to do, Broken heart and lonely teardrops, the day you said goodbye Do you know how much I love you, or how my heart would cry? I know that you are hurting, you know I felt it to.... Why did you have to hurt me, why no other way? Silent tears pour from her eyes as she remembers the promises made, Easily she could quote each and everyone of them, For they were ebbed in heart, etched