'Feed the Lion': A Poem

Native American Spirit

But they ain't carin to hear it

Out with the bears and the werewolves

The coyotes you can hear em

Just circlin around like samsara

Howlin out their sorrow

Downin all the bottle-

I got a bag to stamp out my problems.

All out of everything

That's the bell, let it ring

No time to stall

Can't set it straight so say 'fuck all a y'all'

I said it straight

So get a pape

And blaze that shit like Babylon

Pass it on like volleyball,

And spike that shit with vodka y'all.

I lost the ball

Cryin till my eyes stop seein violence

On my blind side still countin mileage

I sight from the windin staircase

13 steps to Zion.

I don't even know what kinda shit I'm on

Just rolls off the lips like drool when I'm sighin

I'm a fool if I'm lyin

Tryna keep it cool in the dual when I identify which face to displace the pie on

Nobody needs any more shit then they got

So I'm droppin the beef like I'm feedin a lion.

I just wanted to say Thank You to all the people who took the time to read any of my poems and a big Thank You to everyone who commented leaving feedback positive or negative it really helps me to sharpen my skills and inspire me to write more poems.

I feel if there is one way we can connect that bypasses all our differences physical and non-physical it is art. I love poetry's ability to convey how people feel in an abstract way that also sparks the creative brain and brings a smile to the heart.

Please let me know how I am doing and thank you thank you thank you.

All the best,

D Shannahan