Let Creation Set You Free: Poetry

The black mirror glistens

as golden flakes blow to rest

and turn to die

The audience burns

against the still green backdrop

which Spotlight commands

A canopy of Amber

sentinels the halcyon scene

as tears roll down, kissing shale

Following the Mozz

2014 © DNKG

Through Omaha Eyes - Walking The Red Road and Discovering its Lessons

Home 
of The Free, The Brave.
Of BBQ pits and beer
lazy days
work free
bubbling over
with children screaming
bicycle streamers
bells chiming in unison
"the parade daddy!
The parade!"

Swirls of light
leave shivers upon
the skin.
The bangs
echo off the mountain
peaks, slowly
being swallowed
into the trickling
flow of the
river,
shaken awake.

There,
in the still,
tall Birch
does he sit.
Listening
to the crickets,
the shrill of the
fox, and the
scream of the
eagle.
There he sits.
Looking out into
to the burning sunset
of iridescent pinks,
oranges, and yellows.
His heart
flutters.

"America.
How does it come?
Where does it stand?
Lost in Shadows
Assimilated.
Watered Down.
A non-specific
genus?
Pride? Proud of
what?
America?
What is America?"
He burns...

"Proud to destroy,
land that I
cherish?
Proud to annihilate,
life, the lives
of my brethren.
They of Cree, be of
Choctaw, Quapaw,
Cherokee.
A Nation
proud
long before
British legs
'claimed'
soil that never
was their's
to be
taken.

Proud to re-write
the tribal history
of the Tongan,
Kānaka Maoli,
Sāmoan,
Māori
peoples.
Anakala, Anake
Tutu
devastated at the
loss of its last
Monarch.
Ursurped without permission.
Misappropiated for
generations
by white stock holders.
Destroying... 
culture
language
people
by
Pen,
Film,
and
Tongue.

What is America?
An open door for the persecuted.
The beaten, the hated.
For ancestors,
Irish potatoes were death.
It meant a land of sustenance.
For ancestors,
Russian Tsarist were captors.
It meant a land of deliverance.
For ancestors,
Polish pogroms meant decimation.
It meant a land of Hope.
What is America?

What is America?
With is streets
filled with
Homeless,
drug ridden
barrios
and swollen
with the
declining health
of its patriots.
What pride our
governmental body
has for its people!
Rejoice
in the
Pride.

America,
as you struggle to eat,
as you stuggle to sleep,
as you struggle to keep
your menial job,
as you struggle to pay
for your child's
needs.
America.
"Give me your tired,
your poor
Your huddled mass
yearning
to breath
FREE."

What is America?
Capitalist Dream.
Corporate Monkey
Launderer's Scheme
Dybbuk's Dream.
Playful Slumber.
Pardise, Lost.
Rousing Thunder.
Quiet Wonder.
Disappointment.
Beacon of Hope.
Beguiler of
Dreams.

All of these?"

He asks,
with pale gray
eyes,
sincere
in his movements.
"Can you say,
with out
equivocation,
America the Beautiful?"

Where do I stand,
ill-aligned
Where shall I be
with only me?

© 2014 DNKG Through Omaha Eyes 

Reason, Season, or a Lifetime

Today was one of mixed emotions....
Sadness, Happiness, Fear, Uncertainty, Love

Sadness because of lost friendships and connections that may tentatively been cut; Happiness that somehow Time or The Universe or God really knows what its doing - timing seems "perfect"; Fear that I'll end up in the same black oblivion of "unemployment" - a shame and embarrassment whose heavy weight never seemed to let up; Uncertainty of the future and its nervous opportunities; Love for people, of a place, and for many things.

A chapter of my life was quickly written and then the book was slammed shut. It seemed as though my life blazed right on through and now I fear the standstill that somehow manages to manifest itself. The old adage of "The Calm before the Storm" percolates in my mind.

I find myself reflecting upon an email that seems to coincide nicely with words from today: "People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime."

I am morose over the loss I have suffered today, but I think about the unique opportunity that this loss has provided me with. Without this loss, I would not be available to seek out a new and exciting enterprise: one that I have long put on hold. Without this loss, I would not be able to be caregiver to family, mother to a son, research assistant to a system, or a avid-hiker/health nut for my planned, but not yet created child.

The opportunities that lie in waiting are vast: a letter that conveniently shows up after being "lost," a letter that will allow for a transition for a big change, my new enterprise and the time necessary to see it manifest, time to prepare myself, mentally and physically, for the extremes that my body will go through for creating life, and space to reflect and appreciate the relationships I have made.

Whether you are in my life for a "REASON" a "SEASON" or a "LIFETIME" - I am thankful that you allowed me into your life. I am thankful that you heard and listened to me. I am thankful for the lessons you've taught me. I hope that I too, can function in your life as a "REASON" for a "SEASON" or last for a "LIFETIME"