Biography of Native Dreamer
These are outbursts often in times of sadness. In times of loneliness and isolation i record my poems. When i am comfortable i rarely write. This is a great site allowing anyone to write a book.
Native Dreamer Poems
Madfax lived long, Couldnt even sing along, Was grueled in the womb to suck food and warmth, Comfort became her only song.
A MILLION ARMS STRETCH A THOUSAND HEADS TURN A HOMELSS MAN FREEZES AT AN ATM I GRAB THE COINS IN MY POCKET AND RUN
Unknown Territory 2006
This was an email poem written when I passed through Northern Territory Australia on the way to meet the aboriginals its a bit rushed and raw I changed after learning from them.
I have seen the poise of an African King a regular irregular guy, with a pointed chin and a crafted tongue he said that this bird can fly, ah I old but an infant, he mouths with lustfull lip at all the girls that walk by. You and me devour identity, ravage up reason and decency and whirl into the life long maze ta clak clak clik,
Sunday A Week After Ayer
My head grows big here with ideas i want to get down on paper Madrid? Budapest? Lorca, Picasso? Relentless questions
Crystal beneath the setting sun, Burning beauty in a misty haze, The heir to immortality plays listlessly, Through caverns we run,
A Veil Of Tears
Pain, Is this a word, I have it and yet it was there in the clearing it left me. Gripped by a certain energy,
A Veil Of Tears
Is this a word,
I have it and yet it was there in the clearing it left me.
Gripped by a certain energy,
Caught in a cocophony of criticism,
The whole world was wrong except me,
Pain I feel pain here where I begun,
My birthplace staring into the dying furnace,
Little Ms.everything struggling to be free from