I have well over 400 poems saved for future books of my work that I will published. Here are some examples from each subject of my peotry. These are the three people who have inspired me as a writer/poet; John Lennon, Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell...

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                      " Healing is a journey, not a destination..."

We all have our own stories, one things remains, hearing our voice,

To speak one`s truth, hearing one`s words, in the end is our choice...

Our elders are our teachers, keepers of the wisdom or compassion,

Wise words guide us, know healing is a journey, not a destination...

Truth is truth, spirit is spirit, regret is regret, false denial is denial,

Water under the bridge of life, time past us by, fades after a while...

So listen and decide, what really is worth while, without hesitation,

Realize, except completely, healing is a journey, not a destination...

                                        Words of wisdom...❤

                                  " The pride within..."

The pride within, when realized, is what lies under the skin,

True beauty of one`s indianess, a purity of soul, lives within...

Untold history, stories yet to be told, generations of history,

Since the beginning of time, oral ancient tales, meant to be...

The heart beat of mother earth, her stories sung, so sacred,

Dancing with passion and respect, all as one so connected...

Tears of pain, tears of love, tears of beauty, of all living things,

Of all the nations, throughout the land, echo deeply, it sings...

Elders who guide the people, of strong blood lines, mention,

Share the teachings, wisdom and knowledge, to the children...

A mother`s love, a father`s guidance, will form the foundation,

Pass down stories of the old ways, generation after generation...

If the seed is planted, it will grow and bloom, to healthy family,

A story of love and compassion, of the pride within, true reality...

So believe in your dreams, solid dreams of a better tomorrow,

Take that leap of faith, pray to the creator, ancestors, to know...

Our children are our futures, generations yet born, still to come,

A child`s true beauty lies within, the pride within, is number one...

                                  The pride within...❤

                            "Heart beat of mother earth..."

Even if my body slowed down, still hear the drum beat in my head,

Dancing with the ancestors, healing of the people, energy instead...

When ever I heard the pow-wow music, or the sacred songs sung,

My spirit goes home, dancing to the heart beat of a sacred drum...

Seeing many colors and healing energy, a inner peace,  deep inside,

Dance to the beat, keeping in stride, feel the love, never can I hide...

The grand entry, honor song and flag song, showing deep respect,

To the heart beat of mother earth, sacred spirit of the land to protect...

I may not be there in body but I am there in spirit, is within forever,

So listening to the heart beat of mother earth, she is our life giver...

                                                   Listen...❤

                        "I got the colonialism blues..."

For Turtle Island and it`s peoples, it all started back in 1492,

Discovers first came, now 530 years of the colonialism blues...

History books written in stone, so they say, is not the reality,

Stolen lands, generations of genocide, the worst in history...

Stolen children, mass extermination, of buffalo, fur mammals,

Land stolen, greed for gold or mineral riches, and taken at will...

Over 500 years of oppression, reservations, told what not to do,

Residential schools, unmarked graves of children, murdered too...

Keeping a clean world image, it never happened, denial it took,

Generation after generation affected, unwritten in history books...

Treaties broken, promises never kept, systemic racism also too,

Human rights, where is the United Nations, morally right to do...

The world in denial, 100 to 150 million killed or died, since 1492,

We suffered so much, so no wonder, I got the colonialism blues...

Education is the key, teach the future generations, perhaps heal,

So all citizens of Canada, can move on, to a better future, so real...

                               I got the colonialism blues...

                           "Silent no more..."

For decades we tried to tell our stories of the past,

No one listen, no one cared, only listen, all we ask...

Idle no more, protest marches, public talking circles,

Systemic racism throughout the nation and hurdles...

It is time for me and others not to be, silent no more,

Break the code of silence, mass grave, all do deplore...

Realize these innocent children, will never come home,

Buried under the ground, with no marker, are all alone...

No longer can I be silent, like it never happen, it did,

Stolen children, mass grave, TB, suicide or murdered...

Physical, sexual, mental, abuse is abuse, had deliver,

Our dear children suffered, lost generations, forever...

God is love forgiveness, compassion, they preached,

Is no valid excuse, what they did, God did not teach...

Don`t forget our beautiful children, those left behind,

Hidden secrets, generations destroyed, are all blind...

Let this be a history lesson, for our future generations,

Of what not be allow, or done again and unmentioned...

                         Silent no more...

                          All My Relations...