Awed By The Red Bear Her Exquisite Beautiful Photo Life Like Spirits Of American Indian Cry's Out...

6-7-03_

Many People Think I'm (Mad)Indian,I Don't
Smile,All While I Don'tLaugh Either,Don't
Matter To Me Till The End Comes; More_

Poetic Justice Than Eye Can See;Look East
Emense Clouds Of Dust, Hoof Beats, Beast
Of Burden,Ground Shakes,I Clear My Eyes_

Of It Comes My Dark MyHorse,St MichaelMy
Arc Angel Breaks His Stride,HisSword,Vie,
Drawn, Dark Baby Panther Snarling Runs_

His Right Side,My Little Children Along,
Running,ScreamingLike Eagles InPain,Along
Behind 1000's Of Horses Indian Spirits_

Follow,That Ground Now Rumbles,In Tide,No
One Human Being Escapes The Avenger,Low
And, Behold Humanity Get's Trampled_

Amogst The "Great Divide "_

Poetic Justice Or You Can't Believe It,No
One Being Has Come Closer To Truly Know
The Meaning Of Word Of (God),Than Me_

Nor The Spirit Of The American Indian In
Red Bears Exqusite Photo, Spirit Not Sin,
But Within, I That Mad Indian Do Ride_

Great Divide In Spirit As St Michael,He
Arc's His Sword,Air Screaming,My SpiritBe
In His Hand,You,Humanity Lose One Hand_

At Time,Rhyme Other,Never,Ever Molest Or
Rape,Maim,Kill a Little Child Again;Your
Soul(s) I,TRASK Hold In Palm Of My Hand_

Quicken That Time;I Hear You Scream Out
InHorror,Pain Endure Eternity,Dream,Doubt
Devine As Truth:"Suffer Little Children"_

No More; Poetic Justice, My Dream Evens
That Score For Sure; Until,I Hear,
I, TRASK Still will Be, I Am_

In Your Face...

Retribution, TRASK c 2003 TRASK


_While Many People Do Not Believe That
"Great Divide" Exists,It Is Border That
Breaks The Physical World With The_

"Other Side", Whence You Die,It's Where
Your Spirit Goes,Dwells,There Is Where
There's Nothing Else Beyond It_

In Eye's Of (God); He As (God) Lives Not
In a World Nor a Dimension Nor Ought
Is (God) Even Of A Spirit;(God) Is That_

I, TRASK Am In His Eye's a Family, As
Dream He Creates, An Energy That Is As
(God)Was Will Always Be In His Eye's...