Whitebull0214

The White Bull Tough... Resilient... Tempered by terror... Seasoned by grief... Qualified by expierience...

              Dear Mother Dear Mother…I too cry for you Because I know all of your pain The pain of a Mother loosing their child! And I scream at the window At the people driving by on their crooked roads Going to where?  Where can they be going as my child dies? As she lays dying Cradled oh so lovingly In my tattooed arms! But the people driving by went on And she drifted away And somehow I went on too And I was sentenced by God With the heaviest burden Not to take care of a child But to now…take care of a stone! Burying a child, dear Mother Know there is no greater pain And no greater sorrow And no greater silence

The BECOMING Swim the river rising Free of fear, filled with purpose I've fought through oceans of adversity Against the current to obtain the highest purpose Swam through oceans of suffering to   Climb the falls of the White Bull Transform into the White Bull ~ A living symbol of Courage and Love An eternal being, living a human existence Nothing can shatter my horns Dreams of the White Bull: Horns of iron, hooves of brass And I am with them as a lion among the beasts of the forest And as a young lion among the flock who Both tread down and tear in pieces and none can deliver And see I am he who does it Beat in pieces all

What do we find In this world of misery? Pain builds upon pain Undermining trust and faith. In its wake a maze of sinew and bone; A delightfully tragic wreckage! I look back and that ruble Was to be a beautiful creation The reward of hard labor and arduous suffering; Not bruised marble and weeping stones. And a tiny hallowed modest grave That holds my little valentine. Robb Walker 12-31-06

I think therefore I am I am therefore I care I care therefore I love I love therefore I hate I hate therefore I dispair I despair therefore I die I die therefore I think I think therefore I am.