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Rizz  Dec 2018
Beauty
Rizz Dec 2018
She hides her emotions
Deep in
I think her heart was broken
And its been bottled in
She has this shell around her
And a somewhat dark demeanor
But yet I see her beauty
Within her flaws you find perfection
We fell in love with no intention
And her personality humongous
Or shall I not mention
"Baby,he'll use"
"Maybe he'll change you"
"Surely he'll leave"
But they don't know I need you
They don't know what I know
They don't share what we share
She's always on the Gram
Scalping beauty from starving models
Does she not look in the mirror
Does she not see that enchantment
That beautiful black girl
With beautiful black hair
With a beautiful pearly smile
And Darling star eyes
Don't know if she gets it
But I need her
I crave her like a craze
She is the definition of
Amaze - ing
Purcy Flaherty  Oct 2018
Native
Purcy Flaherty Oct 2018
We rode our horses cross-country,
Through the nations of the unknown,
We survived the snowy mountains,
And lived off the land and the trees,
Through hot summers and cold winters,
Through deserts storms; we circled the trails,
We learned from the birds and the bees,
We hunted the elk, the deer and the buffalo,
We fished to feed the travelling spirit,
We turned acorns into flour,
We set our senses free.

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Europeans brought Soldiers, missionaries, smallpox, the common cold, scalping, reservations, whisky and the rush for gold.
You brought land grabbers, oil barons, fencing, bricks, barbed wire and all the accoutrements of your civilised culture!
You made this country your own; and forced it's 1st nation people into a 3rd world culture.

You ***** the land of its resources, filled it with waste.
You wasted the water to make coke, burgers,
and fantasy towns.

To reign supreme in a new-world without shame!

Savages!
Meat and potatoes!
spysgrandson Jun 2013
full moon gazing

moon gawking
shutters snapping  
to freeze round moment
in time    


red man’s liquid revenge

crimson cream
dripping  
from his dull blade
after scalping me    


different views*

on this spinning wheel
the *happy
hamster  
and mad me
Mike Essig Dec 2015
For all the brave lads who want to keep us free and pure. Whether we like it or not.*

We are the Redneck Militia,
marching here in stride,
white is the only color
in which we'll ever take pride.
If you don't like the color white,
we might gut you like a fish
and fry up your private organs
and eat them from a dish;
or maybe stamp out your brains on the street
and leave you there for dead
or hold you down on the pavement
and slowly run over your head.
For we are the Redneck Militia,
we're as wasted as can be,
if you still don't love the color white
we'll cut off your ***** for free.
And if you still aren't with us
we'll hang you high from a tree,
but if you don't like swinging
then a scalping it will be.
So get off your *** and march with us,
march til we've conquered this land,
if you don't like the blood and the bullets
you can always play in our band.
Just be sure to bang the drum loudly,
keep up with us stride for stride,
for we are the Redneck Militia
and white is the color of pride.

  ~mce
Freely adapted.
Make up any additional verses you like.
Choose any color, ethnic group or religion you like.
Hate is not choosy.
:)
wordvango Nov 2014
amazing
  in a ******* way is how I can be a genius at being stupid.
All it takes is one wrong word to set me on the war path!
   One hit from the pipe or one firewater sip too many,
I can be off scalping writing my name on bare heads.
   I am a sparkler lit, at times, that is why I have singed eyebrows.
Wear Goodwill clothes, drink from neighbors faucets.
   Walk, most times, where I go, I have gone through
1000 pairs of mocassins in just one year.
    I no longer have any desires, to be smart, nor smoke the peace pipe.
I am on a warpath. Wondering where this is leading.
Meagan Moore  Jan 2014
Roots
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
autumnal leaves
frost brittled lattice
under their own weight
crunch

exposed nerves
toes gasp through clay
fatigue threatens clench
yet splayed arms extend

heartwood congeals
coercing ebullience to Earth
intrusting tendril
beneath edged billows
scalping innate patina

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