george
norman coleman
'lord
coleman' ' MauMau'
1954 -
2002...
come
lonely hunter, chieftain and king, i will fly like the falcon when i go
bear me my brother under your wing, i will strike - fell like lightning
when i go
i will bellow like the thunder drum, invoke the storm of war
a twisting pillar spun of dust and blood up from the prairie floor
i will sweep the foe before me like a gale out on the snow
and the wind will long recount the story, reverence and glory, when i go
spring spirit dancer - nimble and thin, i will leap like coyote when i go
tireless entrancer, lend me your skin, i will run like the gray wolf when i go
i will climb the rise at daybreak, i will kiss the sky at noon
raise my yearning voice at midnight to my mother in the moon
i will make the lay of long defeat and draw the chorus slow
i'll send this message down the wire and hope that someone wise is listening
when i go
and when the sun comes trumpets from his red house in the east
he will find a standing stone where long i chanted my release
he will send his morning messenger to strike the hammer blow
and i will crumble down uncountable in showers of crimson rubies when i go
sigh mournful sister, whisper and turn, i will rattle like dry leaves when i go
stand in the mist where my fire used to burn, i will camp on the night breeze
when i go
and should you glimpse my wandering form out on the borderline
between death and resurrection and the council of the pines
do not worry for my comfort, do not sorrow for me so
all your diamond tears will rise up and adorn the sky beside me when i go
- Dave Carter
ga wa ba min
soul nurturer... beautiful, proud, & loving african-choctaw brother
gi zaa gi-en neeji
i wanna go where
the blind can see
i wanna go where the lame will walk
i wanna see the sick ones clean
where the deaf can hear and the silent talk
where are you
going, to a ghostdance in the snow?
where are your warriors, i see they're finally
coming home
i wanna go where
the dead are raised
where the mountain lion lays down with the lamb
i wanna stand where god is praised
i wanna ride across the plains
to the promised land
where i'm going - don't need to raise your voice
no starvation - have plenty to eat
no guns no wars no hateful noise
just a victory dance, we'll never taste defeat
where there's nothin' done or said
that can't be forgiven
where every step you take
is on sacred ground
walk away
from death
into the land of the living
where all the lost tribes
are finally found
where are you
going, to a ghostdance in the snow?
i am a mighty warrior and i'm finally comin' home
-Bill Miller
...
I am not going to die, I'm going home like a shooting star
- Sojourner Truth
your
friend eternal
-g.