Nirvana

Still yourself

into a frozen state,

flat lining life

into one continuous

hum.

A singular breath steadies the

mind from drifting

down.


It is hollow and lonely here

until stillness transposes

solace to solitude.

The soul follows its seer

to embrace a

place of high altitude.

 

Consume yourself

in a sedative state,

resuming life

into one mellifluous 

om.

 

Marionette Soldiers

The shame is death dealt

by war mongers driven

by imaginary wealth sown 

 by sacrificing youngsters.

 

Blame reverence for

machines who force sense

on their bloody preference
 
cry media for the masses

 

Unbeknownst to you

the skin is more than sinew

pierced into invisible threads

lifting arms and legs

willed to be belligerent  in dread

 

The call to death

squelches being 

all

you

can

be

when it means

committing, creating

a murder scene
 


The innocents are losing by the masses

Elysium

I love you most in the morning –

emerging from a dream,

stirring to hold on and

resist life’s doldrums.

 

I hold you most in the morning –

freshened by the night,

swaddled from the unfolding

day that spins you dizzy.

 

I kiss you most in the morning –

impressing hope upon you,

securing you with strength

to carry out your conscious state.

Minauti Dave

 
What's in my name
but a thousand stereotypes to define it

A Native American claim
among school boys crying "we're racist."

A hip-hop rap followed by the masses
Turns my name into a gangstress

 My name has been stomped upon,

Warped throughout,

Anglicized when in doubt.

It has been marred with question marks
leaving behind definitions in the dark

 It has been immortalized

Categorized

Testosteronized

Changed from a feminized truth into male lies

 
My name survives

Where its cultural origins lie

 
My name takes on ancient motions

A prayer of Sanskrit tokens

To multi-storied goddesses

Of lost and restored prowess

 

The name has no wraith

In three syllables rolling off a palate


It sits on a pedestal of pride 

Outweighing ignorant chides

Commanding prayers

Granting favors

 

Minauti is offering 

In joy and suffering

To all that is divine and mortal

Shaking out the unfaithful

 
My name is nothing less

Than what I profess

 

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