From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines, Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
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Monday, October 10, 2016
Standing up at Standing Rock: Voices from the Encampment
donations of warmth (warm clothing and camping supplies) as well as dry goods and medical supplies may be sent to: Red Warrior Camp BIE 00N02 Agency Ave Fort Yates, ND 58538 United States Phone: (605) 220-2531 (mailing address obtained through the Green Peace website)
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
I dont understand it
People on the street now
Faces long and grim
Souls are feeling heavy
And faith is growing thin
Fears are getting stronger
You can feel them on the rise
Hopelessness got some by the throat you can see it in their eyes
I said how come
How come
Everybody on a shoestring
Everybody in a hole
Everybody on an old jet plane crossing their fingers and toes
Government man spin his politics till they got you pinned
Everybody trying to reach out to each other
But they don't know where to begin
I said how come
I can't tell
The free world
From living hell
I said how come
How come
All I see
Is a child of god
In misery
I said how come
The pistol now as prophet
The bullet some kind of lord and king
But pain is the only promise that this so called savior is gonna bring
Love can be a liar
And justice can be a thief
And freedom can be an empty cup from which everybody want to drink
I said how come
I can't tell
The free world
From living hell
I said how come
How come
All i see
Is a child of god
In misery
I said how come
It's just man killing man
Killing man
Killing man
Killing man
Killing man
I don't understand it
It's just man killing man
Faces long and grim
Souls are feeling heavy
And faith is growing thin
Fears are getting stronger
You can feel them on the rise
Hopelessness got some by the throat you can see it in their eyes
I said how come
How come
Everybody on a shoestring
Everybody in a hole
Everybody on an old jet plane crossing their fingers and toes
Government man spin his politics till they got you pinned
Everybody trying to reach out to each other
But they don't know where to begin
I said how come
I can't tell
The free world
From living hell
I said how come
How come
All I see
Is a child of god
In misery
I said how come
The pistol now as prophet
The bullet some kind of lord and king
But pain is the only promise that this so called savior is gonna bring
Love can be a liar
And justice can be a thief
And freedom can be an empty cup from which everybody want to drink
I said how come
I can't tell
The free world
From living hell
I said how come
How come
All i see
Is a child of god
In misery
I said how come
It's just man killing man
Killing man
Killing man
Killing man
Killing man
I don't understand it
It's just man killing man
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Goodnight, sweet Prince
Some say he was the greatest two wheeler to ever ride the pavements of this land. Others say that he tore the wind from the tree limbs, crushed the hills to rubble and saw for miles to the horizon across the grassy plains. Other say things that are simply not related to this story, but still worth mentioning that people are talking. Thats how big the buzz is.
After years of loyal service, after nearly 30,000 miles of cranking, it's time to wish Eddy well as he takes off his pedals to enjoy his old age in retirement. Some of our shared moments are celebrated here.
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