“Contrary To My Way”

[nightchant (deleted)]

“Contrary To My Way

In the dark chasms of my spirit
My darkness is like the gap of respite
Can I really be resurrected from my stolen mind
Of conflicting passions of separated constraint
Nothing is logical by emotions confused
Where is the purpose of the common center
Written formation in the non-existence of the spiritual nature
Whose doctrine is it, the white mans or mine
Was it made for the spirit that rages by forced belief
Was it written because of your principles
Does it relate to my teachings and beliefs
Do you think I am without mind
To become insane without accordance in the mire of my mirrored reflection
To want your religion with suppresses power of controlling belief
My nation was given a natural light to express the way of the traditions
The good walk was always the natural condition given to us
But your poison separated the souls of your people
Our souls meet the morning sun as we feel the Creator inside of us
But your religion is a nightmare to us
Like the rain that never touches the soil
We cannot grow by your portrayal of deliverance
You have tried to kill our ancient traditions
You tried to hide my face like I didnt exist
Your darkness embraces the nations that limits the tongue
Its like slipping into darkness in middle of the heart
And you take pleasure in our struggle for survival
You love like a high hatred that cant find its end
You wish to destroy our traditions but we only want to enjoy it
You want to see us perish to become a myth to the white man
But you will never be alone
Because there is never ending death
We will walk among you from our world to your world
To your dark existence from ourDivine existence
To the dark chasms of your spirit
To your dark existence of respite
To find your mind and resurrect it without conflicting constraints

Seeyouma
12/29/03

[rebelyell08_PREV (deleted)]

`"..And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the white men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone.
In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The white man will never be alone.
Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not altogether powerless."

Cheif Sealth("Seattle")...on surrendering himself and his people to the reservation.

[nightchant (deleted)]

`aoo', nihi ti'hooshniih honishlo (yes, we sacrifice to exist)