Narrative

Chief of the lightning makers of rain, crops grow give good fortune

The great white and black bird...

Thank you father for everything
that you have done
for me and my family
including the...

The solemn silence of peace,

The marches we watch from the sidelines.

We remember the...

~~Reminisce

Come reminisce, come reminisce,
My life is yours to share.
Let’s take a...

My spectrum of self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.
My artistic talent...

As they laugh and they cry and they slumber and fight

As they think not of worlds end nor of this...

Time and sleep become weapons
the land was beautiful
it evolved from blessings

...

Ceremonies of the Sun Dance, the climax under its brilliant rays

I suspend thee into the air my...

He can remember losing his job
while his woman had just found out
she was pregnant

...

Back at the ranch in the cowboys days of ole

Our cattle drives meant alot to us and our ranch cook...

Truth, is what we hate to love

Truth, is something we yearn for

Truth, is something we...

Bricks fall from the wall
soldiers run violently through the fog

For the wrath was upon them...

Callused and blistered from the days of worn hands that plowed

Plowed our lands and farmed our...

A wisp of sweet, fresh air slips down my throat; the first conscious taste of the day.
Eyes slowly...

Broken promises for our native children a treaty signed decades ago

Indians lost their tribal lands...

Time is the anthem .

I know how you truly feel
your a deceased enemy
a pretender
a fake

Your heart...