IT BEGINS

Shadows become the larger than life images of our tribe 
They are reflected high onto the canyon walls
The sound of the single drum beckons us on 
The ancient ones echo back in response to our journey

Our skin covered feet matching the deep rhythm of the drums
As this drummer begins to sing in holy tongue
We climb higher and higher to our hallowed destination
We walk the mountain trail that we are so familiar with

With our torches held high into the cool nights air
We journey to the distant kiva
Our holy place
         Our ceremonial cave
                        Our secret escape

Here we will share our hopes and our dreams for our lives
         
We are a strong people
We are a gentle people
We are a ferocious people

The music grows louder as our journey nears its end
We descend down the wooden ladders and into the ancient pit

As we sit in our circle of light

We pray
      We sing
            We share

Like the story tellers of old
 We are the tellers
       The tale begins

It is important to know the past
               It gives us the strength to face the future

Remember those bends in our journeys path
the critical turning points that made us who we are

--Kimba  
Copyright,1999 
joee_elixir@yahoo.com













Fire

My eyes filled with you 
that day,
hiding the mountain.
You are my friend, 
that became my enemy
for a time.

The anger in your face frightened me
and caused my tears to fall.
At that moment,
I knew.

I knew...

I told friends of your anger.
They tried to reassure me.
They told me to be calm.

You laughed as we tried to control you.
Waiting.
You are the sleeping giant. 

As your fury grew
you growled low,
"Little gods...
trying to control me!!"
You laughed.

The sleeping was over.

Your wrath appeared in the horizon
like a mighty thunder cloud 
growing  higher
into the heavens.

You hid the mountains 
and the valleys 
from my view,
with your tremendous size.
You became hungry with rage 
and began your frenzied feast.

White smoke turned brown, then black as 
hot, red, ambers filled the darkened sky.
Running, dancing, and laughing
from the tree tops 
you consumed everything.

No human could control you now.
You revealed your power until
you bored of the feast,
leaving behind 
blackened sticks,
chalky ashes, 
and 
flowing tears.

"How dare they try to stop
the balance." you said
as you slowly sank back 
to your mother of earth.

As smart as humans become
they will never be able to control 
the forces of the mother.

--Kimba
Copyright,
May 2000



















--In Your Honor

The war is over
the battle is won
the dragon is dead
freedom
it's what a writer earns
his weapon is his pen
like a sword
he cuts he slashes he grinds
his emotions
etched in stone
a monument
for all to see

--Brian M.
Copyright,1999 















** Desperation **

The fire of the muscles,
splitting;
I bow my head to accommodate the pain.
        "It is the wings that grow,"
I say,
        "These pin feathers hold only torturous promises."
        "You know this."
        "You shall not fly on these."
I consciously spread the new bright life;

I cannot rip these wings.
I cannot.

--Carl Richard Sutherland II-- 
Copyright,1999 














"on a mirror's end" 

her hair fell round her image like red velvet 
eyes of innocence glimmering in the moonlight 
my princess, an angel swore to be divine 
embraced my lips, my intoxicating wine 

her sensual smile invoked the sun to rise 
curves made threads of tires grind 
love's enchantress, dancing on a line 
of light, scratching flesh like pine 

provoke me to surrender one last kiss 
upon my fair lady's tender, dying lips 
my lover, enraptured with poisoned heart 
agonized soul, piecing like a dart 

looking at her is a mystical mirror 
where all my terror shall appear. 
cursed maiden, hides in me her unknown 
self, a mindless toy shattered on my shelf 

destiny rings through her spilled blood 
tears are echoed through my mutated love 
silken river, did you not know my life 
died here?  her blood was my strife. 
her love was my knife 
her tears were my wife 

yet they all end here... 

--FAWN 
Copyright,1999 


















~ Joee

A friend I've never met
a friend I'll never meet
beyond the ocean, in the sunset
friendly and sweet
 
walking over the plains of the dreamland
beyond reality
we'll meet
beyond sanity
I will grab your hands
 
May the great old ones be with you Jodi.

--Love, 
Patrick--  
Copyright,1999
















-words

Your words speak
directly to my heart
breaking down a wall
that has taken me
my lifetime to construct

Your gentle words
stir that which is innocent in me.
Touching my heart strings 
causing me to look deeply inside.
Remembering the girl 
that I once used to be.

When holding hands with a boy 
sent shivers down my spine
and love songs made me 
long for a knight to carry me away.

This is the part of me
that somehow you can see.
But, I am afraid to tear
my "so good" wall down.
Afraid of you looking 
at naked me.

How can I allow access
To this side of me 

Love,
Jodi  
Copyright,1999 


















When words become ointment
that sooth a tattered soul
When the melody of children
singing and playing fills
When storms pass and rainbows
arch high with their hues
When fathers hold mothers
small hand tender
When people look at faces
without fear 
When the garden is seen
without weed
When?

-Kimba
Copyright:
July 16, 2001