Ballad of J-Bear

Plenty Horses tried to stampede over J-Bear with Mad Dog 20/20 instigating fluid reasons for drunken nonsense.

All present not stupefied or catatonic had to marvel at the audacity to bust a move on the soberest among us, and the only one who has been more than a weekend warrior and survived.

Bird Man tells the tale of J-Bear’s first encounter with Spirit Guide within the magic flames of the elusive fire dance from the bowels of Alaskan tundra… and again on the Midwest plains in the eye of Twister.

Born beyond the captivity of the rez’, yet still a prisoner of poverty in the land of the greed giants.

We have witnessed his ability to soar; his talents are worthy of the one-percent realm, but he is of the Earth and has no stomach to dishonor his Mother for filthy lucre.

J-Bear found humor in the equine invasion of privacy – as did we all who watched the scene unfold through glassy eyes, clouded vision, and lost or forgotten dreams.

We saw a bruin bask in utter confidence, toying with prey at will – with a hearty laugh and joyful smile – we became further intoxicated on the after-glow; that is, all but Plenty Horses.

Salivation over stallion status proved too much to carry when confronted with pony presence at pow-wow.

Viewed with jest by J-Bear and us all was burr under saddle, prickly pear, and thorn bush to Plenty Horses: who bid hasty retreat from long-house, good sense, and sanity.

Celebration complete, sobriety ensues, First People renewed, and lookie-loos slither back to city-scapes, penthouses, townhomes, beach-front property and a life of lies as “real” Americans.

Unknown to all, the sliver of shame planted deep in the heart of Plenty Horses festers and putrefies.

Day-to-day binge nourished with Mad Dog, moonshine, and home-grown reservation rot-gut.

Sleepless nights, passed-out mornings, restless slumber in the land of forgotten memories and faceless ancestors doomed to wander the spirit world in constant agony over life-long humiliation and senseless slaughter; with no burial rites, in mass graves or no graves, and nothing to prove that life once inhabited their flesh.

Disembodied, dis-spirited, despairing soul-filled torment – and Plenty Horses claimed the old tales as his own.

Lost in the lore and loco weed; lost to us… and to himself.

Plenty Horse packed pistol and hatchet.

He wore war paint and breech-cloth and hid in hedges awaiting the cloak of darkness.

The un-brave warrior wannabe; he is one of many in descending generations of reservation bound natives never taught the warrior way.

Those who saw say J-Bear sensed danger just prior to Plenty Horse’s attack.

Instead of seeking safety or defending himself, he chose to shield two children in the path of Plenty Horses.

No bullet found child flesh that day; no hatchet tore youthful skin.

J-Bear was their body armor; he held them close and tight till tribal law reined-in the loco cayuse… but gave up his ghost that night.

No grave to mark his passing; a simple plaque by choice – for his deeds prove immortal and a lasting testament to his mortal days.

Ashes scattered – carried on the breath of Sky Father to rest on the breast of Mother Earth.

His spirit soars like Hawk in the land of no more sorrow, in the woods of plenty game, and the sparkling waters of enlightenment and ecstasy, while Plenty Horses is a shell of a man; no longer part of a proud clan, clothed in prison garb, eternally tainted, blood-stained, with ominous odor of choice – doomed to hear the perpetual cries of children and the lament of nations over the waste of a clan warrior through the actions of a coward.

His day of expiration is forthcoming.

There will be no community drum.

It will be a solemn… but tearless day.

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18 thoughts on “Ballad of J-Bear

    • jwtatfbc March 24, 2016 / 3:47 am

      Yes he does, and the coward reaps the consequence of his actions as well, my friend.

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      • Mary Cathleen Clark March 24, 2016 / 3:49 am

        Yes, his own personal hell. Better to die with conviction than live with the destruction one has wrought.

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      • jwtatfbc March 24, 2016 / 3:51 am

        And to live a life where you care enough about others to make such sacrifices, because that is a fulfilling life when you have that much love within you, with plenty to share.

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      • Mary Cathleen Clark March 24, 2016 / 4:02 am

        To the north for now. May have been a tornado touched down up there. Some more storms to the southwest moving this way, but may be dying out.

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      • jwtatfbc March 24, 2016 / 4:03 am

        Lets hope they do. But you’ve been in that area a long time. I’m sure you have an emergency plan to follow, right?

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      • jwtatfbc March 24, 2016 / 4:07 am

        How about a safe-place in case something happens to the house?

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      • jwtatfbc March 24, 2016 / 4:11 am

        Then we’ll just hope and pray it never happens. But I worry about my friends, Pretty Lady.

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      • Mary Cathleen Clark March 24, 2016 / 4:14 am

        When we have bad weather, out local stations report continuously on the situation. They can even tell you down to the street where the storm is headed.

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      • jwtatfbc March 24, 2016 / 4:17 am

        I’m glad to hear it. If I was closer I’d definitely hold up the welcome sign for a safe place anytime, my friend. I don’t turn friends away in need.

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      • Mary Cathleen Clark March 24, 2016 / 4:20 am

        You’re a sweetheart, JW. 😊 It seems to be dying down now, so I think I’m off to bed. Enjoyed your story bunches. Goodnight and sweet dreams.

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      • jwtatfbc March 24, 2016 / 4:22 am

        I’m glad it’s dying down. Good night and sweet dreams to you as well, Pretty Lady.

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  1. poeturja April 1, 2016 / 11:55 am

    This would make a wonderful folk song. Can almost hear the chords…

    Liked by 1 person

    • jwtatfbc April 1, 2016 / 1:36 pm

      As one music lover and musician to another I thank you for saying so.

      Liked by 1 person

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