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Boy.....you are getting on the wrong side of me
Too much feedback from your school
Hangin round with that fool
For what .....you think thats cool

Boy.... you are starting to upset me
I am doin every thing i can
You only have to stick to the plan
Dont you wanna be a man

Boy .... you are making me cranky
I am going a bit crazy
When i think how you are lazy
An everything you do is hazy

Boy .... you are makin me wild
When your mouth spits words of fire
An you think that you are higher
But you have no desire

Boy....you are making me take action
I am totally over your attitude
I am totally over you being rude
I am totally over the feud

Boy....you are my flesh an blood
And i'd fight to the death for
But you must learn to heed the law
Otherwise i will show you the door

Boy.... you are only thirteen
An a individual you will be
But still forever apart of a proud me
Five more years is your fee

FROM THE BOOK WALKS ON THE PRAIRIE
BY CHIEF REDELK IRONHORSE THOMAS



Down by the Oconoluftee
amid the wild flowers and rose,
lived the Cherokee people
where the honey suckle grows.
They lived in peace and harmony
where everyone got along,
taught and raised their children
to know right from wrong.
One day great thunder sound
and soldiers tred our land,
blood stained the earth
as we died by their hand.
They killed four thousand innocent children
laid in shallow unmarked graves,
as soldiers came in thousands
with cannons guns and staves.


They put our Holy woman in a
cold wood wagon bed,
left her to cough in her own blood
no blankets for her head.
Next morning for miles
did the word spread,
our people wailed in sorrow
our Holy woman was dead.


On that fateful day in December
our death march ended,
our women and children cried
our Elders on canes bended.
They put us in a place
we neither liked nor knew,
in time we built our homes
as our children grew.
There are now clean white houses
where once cabins stood,
our maidens now cook with gas
where once they cooked with wood.

Our children are at peace again
where the honey suckle grows,
they say for every tear thats shed
blooms a white Cherokee rose.
There have been four thousand changes
for every Cherokee who died,
one for each and every mother
who held their dead childs hand and cried.

We are strong and proud and say to those
who sought our death decree,
we are God's people
WE ARE THE CHEROKEE!

Sparkling, long, and flowing soft, and shimmering through a comb,
A little hand ,with love,caressed each strand and knew a home.
Her eyes alight with awe to see the splendour falling there
in the magic that was moonbeams, that was grandma's silver hair.

A web of love she wove in it when plaiting it each day
and trapped the little heart that had no other place to stay.
Grandma lent her patience to the comfort of the child
and just let the little fingers roam about at eventide.

Then when the mane of moonbeams had been prettied for the night,
the child would hold that rope that led her safely to the light
of a heart that filled to bursting, and a safety so rare,
in a world that was upended, save for touching grandma's hair.

The years flew past, as swifts in flight to greet a summer's day.
The little child grew up and left the nest to fly away
to do great deeds of courage, and to plant some seeds of care,
letting other little fingers weave their patterns in her hair,

just like grandma, now long gone , had done so many years ago,
she helped them braid their patterns, and encouraged them to grow
to be full and loving people, and to laugh and share and play.
So the lesson of her grandma's mane of moonbeams lives today.

talk to me l will listen you
a strange light in your eyes
make me feel your will your desire to talk to me
to tell me, our souls will become an unique soul
words wrapped
open your heart, talk to me l will listen you
about your disappoinments, about when the day fades in the night shadows
and you are crying alone
l know you don't wont that ppl see you in that way
don't you worry my son, even a man can cry
talk to me about that woman who betrayed you
or about that friend without honor unable to respect his word
don't feel shame on you, even a man can cry
let the light reborn in you
lay down the wall silent
let that your thought become word
and than talk to me

Every night I’d stand by my window and stare,
Wondering and hoping you’d be there.
It seems as if I’m lost in a distance without you,
Cause all of a sudden I’m cross, angry, miserable and blue.

Id love to feel your warm body and strong arms around me tight,
Or have you kiss me as we part for the night.
But I need to be brave and survive on my own,
Because where I am in my emotions, I’m not alone

I should make a little time for myself to breathe,
For that with you, it’s want, not need.
Please don’t get me wrong boys; I’m not talking about you
There you have it, that’s the hurting truth.

Its daddy I want!
It’s daddy I need!
Its daddy I’m longing for,
Being twelve, he’s the only man I truly adore.

Here I stand, holding steady but leaning perilously close to falling forward into the mess.

Looking around me I see the cigarettes my father has smoked these 30 odd years since he began.

I can smell them and feel the need to vomit but nothing comes up

As a kid my father couldn`t die, couldn`t age, and couldn`t be hurt. He was like an immortal Greek God.

Now that he`s fighting to be somebody in a world that dislikes the unique, talented, artistically inclined people, his tears tell me something different.

My father is human.

And he can hurt.

He has aged.

And I don`t know whether he can trust himself
All these years of promises..."I`ll quit."

Maybe he isn`t as strong a person as I thought.

I`ll have to keep from falling for us both.

Today it is your special day
So there is one thing I must do
It’s send a simple birthday wish
To last your whole year through
I wish you a day of happiness
A day when dreams come true
And hope it lasts throughout the year
Bringing lots of luck for you

When the time came for me to
enter this world it was
your hands that were the
first to welcome me in

Over the year's it may
seem like we have drifted
apart from one another
but I know that our bond
still remains

Though it sadden's me that
I did not get to meet my grampa
I find relief in knowing
he live's on in not only
you but in me as well

There were never really many
words spoken between you and
me in the past but your love
for me was always presant

You have shown me so many
amazing things in life that
I will forever cherish and
never will forget

I thank you dad for being
there for me and giving
me the life that only
dreams are made of

Amber you are such a joy to me,
have been since i first saw you.

Your cute little face, your pretty
eyes, and smile, just make me
happy all the while I think of you.

Altho you are grown now, i hope that
you see, what a wonderful grandaughter
you are to me.

Stay as sweet as you are honey
I love you

You were always there
for me when hard times
came our way

From the first time
our eye's met you have
had my back and cared
for me no matter what

Even when I made mistakes
it was you who showed me
the wrong I had done and it
was you who help me better
myself

There is no price or bounty
of riches that would allow
me to repay you for all
that you have done

through the years we have
weathered many storms and
together we have faced them
all head first

you have planted my roots to
keep me grounded while at
the same time left them loose
enough for me to fly

So thank you MOM for shaping
me into the man I am today
and remember that it was your
love that kept me strong

I LOVE YOU