INDEX:SundanceMoonlight on SnowNative WomanDrunk?- Add others? I suspect I have other possibles and happier ones.Five Percent
---------------P-Sundance: Sundance how you danceacross the sky so fast and lovely,darting from place to place,flickering the sky fast andfurious or slow at twilight. Mike2003 (for a gal named Sundance)------P-Moonlight on Snow: One night while walkingin the lighted darknessI noticed the moonshining brightlyfluorescing the snowto light my way The night was light up,but in a combo effect,the moonlight full,the snow hard andcrystalline, reflectingall back, the northernlights bouncing aroundand cascading like water,and the clouds fluorescinglike light bulbs, reflectingthe light of all aroundback in concert of light. The road was dark,but the snow wasbright not daylight,but a blue ice gray,not glacier coldbut oddly warm,bound by trees darkand road darkerbut visible in thedarkness from the lightsof heaven bouncingoff the snowlighting my way. My way to peacelove and harmonyBeauty shown indarkness, butremembered. Mike Adams2006 ------P-Native Women One Flaw In Native WomenNative Women have strengths that amaze men.They bear hardships and they carry burdens,but they hold happiness, love and joy.They smile when they want to scream.They sing when they want to cry.They cry when they are happyand laugh when they are nervous.They fight for what they believe in.They stand up to injustice. They don't take "no" for an answerwhen they believe there is a better solution.They go without so their family can have.They love unconditionally.They cry when their children exceland cheer when their friends get awards.They are happy when they hear abouta birth or a wedding.Their hearts break when a friend dies.They grieve at the loss of a family member,yet they are strong when theythink there is no strength left.They know that a hug and a kisscan heal a broken heart.Native Women come in all shapes, and sizes.They'll walk, run or ride on horse back far justto be with you, that is how much they care about you.The heart of a Native woman is whatmakes the world keep turning.They bring joy, hope and love.They have compassion and ideas.They give moral support to theirfamily and friends.Native Women have vital things to sayand everything to give.HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN NATIVE WOMEN,IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH. Mike Adams2005(supposedly wrote the above, but . barely remember) ---------P-Drunk I fearI drinkI hurtI drinkI beatI drinkI fallI drunkI pukeI drunkI fightI drunkI hurtI drunknow my kidsdrinkingI wonder why? I hitI drunkI killI drunkIn JailI soberWho diedI soberWhen diedI soberGod what did I do?I drunkbut sober now.
Mike2006 (working on it)Drawing from my own life.------P-Five Percent:
A room, cave, dark and dreary.a chair rises up but not to the sky,but to cloths, or to a human,figure in dirty clothes, aliveor dead? hard to tell, all youcan see is the cloths, figure therenow and later, lost in dreams ordarkness boozed up and lostin a world long dead and lost.Abandoned by all but othersof like nature and a bartenderthirsting for their money butnot for their lives.A heap of what is flesh and bone.Of rags and cloths unwashed.A smell of urine and booze,and body unwashed for weeks.A being crumpled on stool,often for hours unendinguntil closing and thrown outto fend for self in a colddark world, hoping to findwarmth and comfort, butnot likely, for all are donewith them, for they arechronic in their nature,unwilling or unable to changehopeless drunks or playersof games of chance.Pull tabs fall below them onthe floor in a heap, asthe money they get, orhave falls into a bars till.A drink done many timesin front, and will therebe money for anotherand another, to might aswell have a straw into abottle with no bottom.For all hope is gone,brain is dead, liver wantsrelief and smells of it.Stench smelled from feet awayFace cragged and suffering fromdecades of neglect. Eyes deadto the world, mouthdrooling booze, and pukeChronic or just plain terminalOnce alive, but now just waiting to die.Slow and painful, all cast awayfor family is done with themfor they are selfish,or just lost. Lost to a worlduncaring or caring but unable tohelp, for its hard to lead themaway from the water of deaththey crave, and death style.In places named for holy,speed and northern, they rotslowly and end up homelessand forgotten and dead.Dead slow, or suicidal,all is the same, for itsself destruction all the same.Nights of sleeping withpersons just for booze.A place to stay, a life ofdegradation and prostitutionand abuse, molested and used.So in this, I say, who caresfor the five percent?Detox, and shelter?Police and ambulance?Family who throws them out?
Mike Adams2010
sorry been working on a poem, about a person or what is left of a person, after years of living in a local bar.. homeless, lost, and forgotten, nearly dead..well, sadly many go there and stay there..the hidden 5% or maybe the 5% many see but not see past to the 95% who are sober and clean and happy?------Copyright 2006 Mike Adams