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The Days

by

Stephanie Alf

I fear its coming, but want it I should, the days of evil, the coming of good. The door has already opened, for those spirits to pass through, a dark future for most, but life for few. It all lies in the book, with words of it's own kind, look, seek, and you shall find.Or be left to see death of the dead, the days of fire and the moon turning red.


Only Me

by

Stephanie Alf

In my heart I feel it, the lonliness is there, in my mind I hear it, the sadness I do bear. I reach out for a helping hand,but, no one is nearby. The world is deaf and silent, so no one hears my cry. I motion with my hands, but not a soul can see, like an animal that lost it's heard, I have only me.


Sacred Indian Dance

by

Stephanie Alf

The sound of the drum,
Adrenalin racing,
A rhythm so steady,
Heavy feet pacing.

Voice breaks in like a wolf's peircing howl,
Spirits flying as high as the owl.

Bells on my ankles,
Feathers in my hair,
Paint on my face,
Hands in the air.

My mind and body going into a trance,
This is called the sacred indian dance.


Obsession

by

Stephanie Alf

Kisses of sweet dreams,
In a desert of screams,
A lacking in my heart,
Love is the art.

Love is the obsession,
Forever a burning fire,
Eternal depression,
Yet my heart will never tire.

Your name in my mind,
Your picture in my dreams,
Obsessions' what you'll find,
Behind my mental screams.


Me

by

Stephanie Alf

A body so thin,
An original mind,
A past of sin,
Far behind.

A pale fragile face,
Midnight hair,
A mix of race,
A deep dark stare.

A sence of peace,
A feeling of anger,
My mouth speaks love,
My hands motion danger.

Many ask who I wish to be,
Only myself,
This is me.


Voice Like the Wind

by

Stephanie Alf

The moon casts her shadow,
Onto the leave covered ground,
The wind blows through her hair,
Not making one sound.

Against the ground her moccasins press,
As tears fall from her dark eyes,
Staining her deerskin dress,
You cannot hear her cries.

All the people are sleeping,
As she stands all alone,
The drum is quiet and the fire extinguished,
She is cold and still like stone.

As she stands there in the midst of the night,
She prays to God, the creator above,
She cannot bear the mourning,
Or her life without her love.

Finally, she could cry no more,
And went inside to warm by the fire,
But still, she dreamed of the only thing,
Her heart would ever desire.

A warrior's mourning widow,
Will her heart ever mend?
A saddened young woman they call,
Voice Like the Wind.


The Natives of the land

by

Stephanie Alf

In honor of my famous ancestor Tecumseh (Shooting Star), And all my other Shawnee ancestors.

White man believed it was their right,
But what they intended was wrong,
They would not give up the fight,
Until they sang their victory song.

They stole the new world from the natives of the land,
Taking innocent lives for the price of gold,
The natives knew time was at hand,
Before their warm inviting home was to turn cold.

The soldiers came in like a flood,
Without one warning,
All that could be seen was blood,
And all could be heared were songs of mourning.

That was where white man got his start,
And where the the natives ended,
Listen to the echo of their beating heart,
When their arrows were broken and bended.


Gray Wolf

by

Stephanie Alf

Gray wolf,
Your name is like an arrow,
Peircing into my spirit.

Your tender ways like a sparrow,
My heart can almost hear it.

Your hair, as dark as night,
Your eyes as black as coal,
Looking deeply into mine,
You steal away my soul.


The Days

by

Stephanie Alf

I fear its coming,
But want it I should,
The days of evil,
The coming of good.

The door has already opened,
For those spirits to pass through,
A dark future for most,
But life for few.

It all lies in the book with words of its own kind,
Look, seek, and you shall find.

Or be left to see death of the dead,
The days of fire,
And the moon turning red.


Only Me

by

Stephanie Alf

In my heart I feel it,
The lonliness is there,
In my mind I hear it,
The sadness I do bear.

I reach out for a helping hand,
But no one is nearby,
The world is deaf and silent,
So no one hears my cry.

I motion with my hands,
But not a soul can see,
And like an animal that lost its herd,
I have only me.


Our Love

by

Stephanie Alf

Like sweet melodies flowing through my mind,
I think of you,
I knew not love could be so kind,
True love only remains for few.

For some, love causes confusion,
In hearts that are unsure,
Our love is their illusion,
Our love is blessed and pure.

Their love is like an icicle,
With spring it will melt away,
But like the infinity of the sun,
Ours is here to stay.


Perfect Painting Like Dream

by

Stephanie Alf

The few clouds in the blue sky look as if God painted them on,
Using a sweeping like motion,
The gray waters look as liquid smoke,
A never ending ocean.

The mountains above so bold and blue,
Sprinkled with the purest white snow,
Over the waters and through my hair,
The brisk sea winds blow.

From a distance a sailboat drifts,
Its mighty sail compresses against the wind,
Like a soaring bird's wings,
Pushing the ship along as the wind hums and sings.

Each ripple reflects every single sun beam,
As I stand here in the warm sands,
Observing a perfect painting like dream.


A Mere Moment

by

Stephanie Alf

Your eyes,
Pierced into my soul,
Leaving scars in my deepest emotions,
My heart you stole,
Leaving your potent potions.
One moment, one stare,
My heart became weak,
A mere moment you were there,
To my heart, your heart did speak.


Forsaken

by

Stephanie Alf

Shadows darkly cover my soul,
I'm buried alive in my heart,
I became nothing when I once was whole,
Since I've been torn apart.
My blood no longer flows,
I've secluded myself from the outside,
My smile no longer shows,
I showed no one I cried.
I fell,
I am dead, my life taken,
I cannot break this evil spell,
Since my love you have forsaken.


As the days go by

by

Stephanie Alf

As the days go goby
You see me cry
And then as the moon touches the sky
We will fly high
so high we will touch the peacefull blue sky.