Monsters

I love life. I love living. Yet, I have been trained all my life to be willing and wanting to cast it aside for…pride? Is it simply pride? I think maybe so. I grew up hard, tough, the runt, but I was made to weight train and become a skilled fighter. This helps me at Sundance. There we are wounded, and we learn we must do something counter-intuitive to free ourselves from this wound. These Things make us Men. Wicasa.

I grew up in prison. I fought a lot. All my Family and associates Know my Story. Know Our Story.

 

And so, as I sharpened my knives this weekend I thought… I thought about how nobody has ever publicly insulted my quite like I have been insulted this Winter, by a conquistador. All my training tells me to kill him. I do not care about anything but this Pride, I suppose. Above all else, I would rather it be known I never took any shit, rather than anything else. Ohecetu.

Thoughts

I suppose, in repose, I see that it be a dog eat dog world,

Everyone, hither and dither, flag all unfurled,

insults hurled…

Oh I won’t lie, but I insist I shall die

before I allow dogs to displace this handsome face…

And I suppose it is best, I attest, to leave sleeping dogs lie,

oh I but I would rather die before I let lying dogs sleep,

whomever shall weep,

secrets they keep

like dead Buffalo in a heap

The chained dogs in my dream snapping at the Free Birds,

snarling and growling, hurling ill words…

oh…but the Birds…

They fly, hither and nigh, low and high…

and ne’er a grimaced tooth the dogs bare

shall ever cause the Free Birds to care…

Cause, ebb and flow,  I surely hope you already know…

“It is not Necessary For The Eagle To be A Crow”.

 

So This Wolf  Remains… Without Chains.