Kris Fireheart

Kris Fireheart 5d

I've found happiness
Sweet and empty,
Moments where pleasure
Teases and tempts me.

Let me float on,
And want for nothing,
Not money,
Not love,
No worries for me.

The world is in chaos,
Let people resent me;
I'd never repent,
Let my mind represent me;

Through violence
And vengeance
And dreams of
A silence,

A place we've destroyed
Through ignorance
And finance,

Where money and blood
Buy you bullets
And diamonds,

And everyone else
Can be bought or
Be silenced,

Where loyalty gets
Bought through
Hope and through fear,

And you spend
Every night hugging
Those you hold
Dear.

When the sun's
Early light is a
Moment of peace,

And you look to the sky
And you sigh
And you

Breathe...

A contrast of sorts. This poem is both what I'm feeling now and what I've felt and seen before. It's a kind of half dream, half vision I'm currently having. I'm kinda ******, hahaha! So... I don't really know what else to say about it. It can be sung like a traditional song.

#alcohol #drugs #chaos #poetry #violence #hope #dream #vision #reality

Kris Fireheart 6d

Mama

You grew up hard in
The streets,
Using pills and powder
Just to make ends
Meet...

At the age of eighteen,
You felt a panic build inside,
On the day you said
You felt me come alive.

You were nervous as hell;
Just trying to get ahead,
Then dad ended up in jail;
Two people were dead...

Now I can understand
How you felt,
Because I put myself through
The same hell as well.

You handed me
To your own mother,
While you cried,
Said you'd love me forever,
And you never lied!

By the time I was
A teenager, and things
Changed,
We built our own
Relationship;
We were both the same!

Trading stories,
Trading lives
We were getting high,
We'd always end it
With a hug, when we
Said goodbye.

Now we're getting older;
We've finally matured,
We both knew this
Kind of life
Could never endure.

Now we leave the broken past
In the dark;
We have a bowl of pho,
Cigarettes in the park,

But there's one thing
To say, that I know will
Never change,

It's simple.

I love you, mama...

And happy mother's day.

Note: This can be sung to the instrumental of 2pac's "Dear Mama."
She's always been a Pac fan.

A poem for my mother that I wrote yesterday. She laughed and cried, as did I. Though she may have been absent for most of my life, I will always love and respect my mother. We've both struggled, and we continue to do so day by day. But one thing never changes. I love you, ma. Stay true, and stay you. Don't ever change.

#poetry #mother #emotion #truth #love #memories #pride #happiness

Kris Fireheart Feb 1

The wanderer, "Texas blues"

Saw an old man down by the riverside, lookin' 'bout half past dead/

Gave him two dollars and a penny, for to get a bottle just to cool his head/

Turned around to hand it back to me,  and I looked at him like he was mad/

Swept his gaze up to my eyes, and he gave a single shake of his head, /

Said "I've been here for a long while, and I'll stay until I'm good and dead,"/

"It's been a many year since I've sat here, and I'll stay 'til my kingdom come, /

I didn't know just what to say to that, so I asked, "Hey, mister, where you from?"/

He took a minute,  thinking 'bout everything,  and I thought he was dead/

Gave the biggest smile I have never seen,  and he turned to me,  and he said:/

"I come from over yonder, where the mountain starts, and the river ends"/

"The first thing I saw was the water; it'll be the last thing I see again, "/

"Yeah,  I came from the water, and if you see a friend of mine, "/

"Tell him he's still got a brother,  who won't let him get left behind..."/

This is meant to be sung, not read. I appreciate if you feel it. If not, well... this here is Texas, yeah? Old school.

#blues #poetry #feeling #texas #old #dream #knowledge #music

Kris Fireheart Oct 2023

Uncertain

As the curtains,
Begin to close
On my Windowpanes,
Who knows?

I'm so uncertain,
Uncertain,
About the way this goes....

And I've been searching,
I've just been searching,
But for whom,
Nobody knows,

Still I'm uncertain,
'Cause there's so many paths,
I don't know where to go,

If life came
With a manual,
I'd have likely had a home,

Maybe family,
And maybe friends,
And maybe something of
My own...

Perhaps satisfaction,
Or maybe action,
But tonight I
Ride on alone...

Just a lone wolf,
Still uncertain,
Who wonders
When he'll find
A home...

This poem is dedicated to myself and those like me. The wanderers. The hermits.  The wise ones who choose to discard the monotony of society in exchange for the chance to experience true life on their own terms.

This is dedicated to the Tribes, Still out there, living as we should be,  as one and at peace.
--Kris Fireheart,  Wolfpack tribe, second chair.

#poetry #wandering #hope #searching #spiritual #doubt #questioning #uncertainty #nature #truth

Kris Fireheart Aug 2023

Teddy Xans

There was a guy
Who always felt like
He could just slide through
All of the days,

Riding a high, feeling
Like he could just
Shuffle the haze,
They thought him crazed;

They called him Teddy,
And this guy was ready
To help you let everything out!

A piece and a quarter,
It's all you let over,
And he would just rise up
And shout!

Said "I'm Teddy xans, so
Give me your hands,
And let me show you
What it's 'bout!"

I told him, pass me
A couple of bars,
Let me raise up
To the level you're on,

Pass me the liquor,
Let's crash us some cars,
End up with flex,
So what's coming next?

He was perplexed,
Said 'what does that
Make us?'

I said "relax, dude
We're just from Texas;"

He said "go on,  we've got
Time to spend,",  I said
"I'm halfway dead,
Old friend,"

He said "no worries,
We're not in a hurry,
Just rack em' and
Stack em' , and let em'
Be buried,

Your wants,  your needs,
Your life in the streets."

I asked him,

"So what does that
Make me?"

No notes, this is a requiem for my friend Teddy Xans. Wanna guess who he is? Yeah this is my own funeral rite. This one's for me. My game hasn't ended yet. But may I respawn and play again... without this crutch.

#poetry #drugs #xanax #friends #streets #real #life #reality #flow #hit

Kris Fireheart Aug 2023

Court

I spent another evening
In one corner of
My mind...

My conscience is
Left bleeding,
And I don't know what I'll find...

My future hangs in balance,
I'm too nervous
To sleep,

But still I keep my chalice,
I fill it and
I drink...

The courthouse is
A palace,
Of justice and of
Peace,

But when I walk inside it
I shake from head
To feet...

I beg the gods I
Don't believe
To grant me just
Some peace...

Please let me enter
Into hell
And walk out
On two feet...

Oh, let me enter into hell
And walk out
On two feet...

I'm going to court tomorrow for my first felony charge (yay) let's hope my lawyer does this job and I walk out of there free. I always get the shakes when I have to go to court; thank gods Xanax exists...

#nervous #depressed #court #crime #redemption #remorseful #poetry #sweating #hope #future