Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

it is after a huge ceremony
and i am still flying like an eagle in side
the sounds of the drums are still inmy ears
people seem rather intrusive
vocies bellowing
rattling dishes
annoying need for attention
back off
get off me
i am communing with creator here
leave me the fuck alone
what is it going to take to get some space
maybe these fucking white indianns will shut the fuck up soooh how different it is for my full blood sistyer
who learned all this without the dumb white bitch clause
it sok
we laugh

I once heard Crazy Eagle tell of his visions
the night his people fed him peyote
after he had been shot by some cop
he lived to speak his truth
after that night I was following
my own strange vision
and I almost lived or died
it was in a jr collage class room
that he came to tell his story
night class with lights off and candles burning
the English teacher that had been a cop
in San Francisco, who had taken LSD
and became a hippie teacher
I don't know what ever became of Crazy Eagle
and his journey to travel around and tell his vision

they finally left- i got some air
seems like i hear this
and have for some time
just got a couple pieces of my soul back from a tree-
dunno where your friend ended up-
but i hope it was a sun dance ceremony