MY WRITING

well here are some pomes i have writen if any one try to plagerize i will find you and sew. just to let you know who your messing with. ^_^enjoy ...
these are three of my pomes [left]


TIME....

tick... tok...

the end less sounds of the clock

tik......tok....tik.....tok

times passes....

you

still dont see me.

minutes...

hours.....

days....

go by

i keep asking myself why ??

weeks......

months......

years.....

go by......... time stops

tears.......

flow.....

endlessly.....

for some thing that could never be.....

ANSESTORS...

The wind blows and carries them,
The ocean carries them form shore to shore ,
They climb to the highest mountains
They journey over great plains
They creep thourgh forest.
They make no sound
The wind blows,
I can hear them there calls

there cries,


The people of the horse and of the wolf they are my people,
I hear the sounds of there voices,
the sounds of a steady beating drum .

a heart beat
Its there heart beat ,it is my heart beat.
They are with me they are my past
I am there future my spirt dances on
the wind with there spirts we are one
with the earth, fire, wind ,water, and, sky
like many of my ansetors my dancing sprit is of the wolf,


I cannot be tamed i run free with my pac
I run free with them I am a spirt that runs on the wind.

DREAMS..

the dreams i have can be of horrable things,
that only night can bring

things that on one should ever see

my dreams arent like others, that are full of life
my dreams are just nighmares that haunt my life

dreams of blood and tears
i have had thes dreams for many years

i fear no darkness when there is no light
the light of the moon is always swallowed by night



they only come out at night when there is no light

you can tell me your dreams and i will tell you mine


but fear my dreams they haunt for life..... ..

nice mimi

ANSESTORS...

The wind blows and carries them,
The ocean carries them form shore to shore ,
They climb to the highest mountains
They journey over great plains
They creep thourgh forest.
They make no sound
The wind blows,
I can hear them there calls

there cries,


The people of the horse and of the wolf they are my people,
I hear the sounds of there voices,
the sounds of a steady beating drum .

a heart beat
Its there heart beat ,it is my heart beat.
They are with me they are my past
I am there future my spirt dances on
the wind with there spirts we are one
with the earth, fire, wind ,water, and, sky
like many of my ansetors my dancing sprit is of the wolf,


I cannot be tamed i run free with my pac
I run free with them I am a spirit that runs on the wind.


YOUNG ONE YOUR SPIRIT RUNS DEEP WITH TRADITION
YOU HAVE BOUGHT A SMILE TO MY FACE
DO NOT LET WHAT WAS DIE
NO ONE HAS ENDURED LIKE OUR ANCESTORS
AND FROM AND WITH THE GREAT SPIRIT
THEY LOOK DOWN ON YOU WITH PRIDE
UN KICI WOWAHAWA TECA OWACII SUMANITU TAKA
(LAKOTA FOR BE WITH PEACE YOUNG DANCING WOLF)

Great poetry ^^

-smiles- very nice