Wiser Times Tell Stories

by Demon-X(NHC) - Libra

Tutsiwana
Hey Waina
Tutsiwana
Hey Waina
Tutsiwana
Whispered The Old Man
As the bus heads East
Deer Skin Moccasins
Shelter His Feet
Oso Claws grasp his neck
To Snake like Braids Chastise the air
Hey Man!
You Stink
Yelled a Yellow Haired Woman
She Slithers through the crowd
Takes the empty seat next to me
The scent of sage pours through his skin
Then, like blood on Olympic Blvd
He murmurs in my ear
"Remember to look at your hands"
Listen to the Azteca
Dancing en tu Cabeza

The Essence of elder penetrates
My pours
His thoughts entrap mi corazon
He chants
Unas vecez
We are destined to follow
A tediuos horizon
Only to come back a short one
2 Tonight come your muerte
'Morrow brings your birth otra vez
You roam this world unconnected
No se te olvide donde dejaste El Apache

Te digo esto porque
I am strong enough carry my own weight
But - fragile enough to be taimed
By a pliable wave
Take my soul
Tame the wolf
"Broadway"(Chipper Accent)
Shouts the driver

He got off
Leaving a 
Jayhawk feather - 
His emblem
Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 1999-09-26 23:33:34
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:23
Poem ID: 53392

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