Another Night

Another Night

I lay down again tonight
Without you in my arms
Yet not alone. you’re somehow there
In the memories I still hold close

A fantasy, of sweetened colored past
Visions from the reality of you
If I could but wake, and find you here
But alas, that time is gone

The scent of you, gentle touch
Beaming flash of your smile
The whispered murmurs, panting gasp
To bask once more in your glow

There is never a time, as I walk through my days
Nere a second without feeling you in my soul
In my heart, my head, the core of me
It’s as if you had never gone

But as I climb out of this bed
My day to start anew
The reality crashes back in
The tears flow freely, heart burns afresh

I miss you so much my friend……

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre January 11th, 2008



I love you. You are my best friend.

Today I would give myself to you.

I promise to encourage and inspire you, to laugh with you,

and to comfort you in times of sorrow and struggle.

I promise to love you in good times and in bad,

when life seems easy and when it seems hard,

when our love is simple, and when it is an effort.

I promise to cherish you, and to always hold you in highest regard

These things I give to you today, and all the days of our life.

I pledge to you to be a loving friend and partner.

To talk and to listen, to trust and appreciate; to respect

and cherish your uniqueness; and to support, comfort

and strengthen you through life’s joys and sorrows.

I wouldpromise to share hopes, thoughts and dreams

as we build our lives together.

May our lives be ever intertwined, our love keeping us together.

We will build a home that is compassionate to all, full of respect

and honor for others and each other.

May our home be forever filled with peace, happiness and love.

Let us be grateful for the capacity to see, feel, hear, and understand.

Let us be grateful for this incredible gift of life.

Let us be especially grateful for the ties of love which bind us together,

giving dignity, meaning, worth and joy to all our days.

This is indeed a day which the One has made.

Let us rejoice in it and be glad, and let us count our many blessings.

I take you to be my partner.

To have and to hold from this day forward.

I give to you my unending love and devotion.

I promise to be true to you, to cherish you, and to share my thoughts,

hopes and dreams with you. I look forward to spending the rest of my life

with you, my best friend. I will love you forever.

I love you. Today is a very special day.

Not so long ago you were a dream I dared not dream,

A prayer.not uttered,

Thank you for being what you are to me.

With our future as bright as the promises of the One,

I will care for you, honor and protect you.

I lay down my life for you my friend and my love.

I take you to be my lifetime partner,

secure in the knowledge that you will be

my constant friend, and my one true love.

You have my heart…………forever

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre April 11th, 2008


You heard them say it, over and over
The shouts filling the very air
Plan come together, unexpected aid
They took their full advantage

Wasting no time to cry or morn
They used the murderous massacre
To promote their great plan, to war again
That what we all should have known

“God’s Will,” “They will be Avenged”
The overnight battle cry
And we in our grief, in shock from it all
What else but we had to agree

With us dazzled and confused
Pain and fear overwhelming
All that was left for them
Was to bend it their way

But they’d had lots of practice
To manipulate and use
You see, it’s the way they do business
In the new USA

They pulled out the bloody pulpit
And a few of their plans for war
Set the machine in motion
Our boys across the shore

And I remember wondering
At the target of their attack
For it wasn’t even the country of
The ones the did the murders

Grant us victory, O Lord our God!
They shouted from that bloody pulpit
As though by dragging the creator in
The thousands of deaths wouldn’t matter

By now I would guess, I’ve stirred up your anger
And mostly at me, not at them
Coward and cynic, unpatriotic
Are probably the nicest words used

But if you care to read on
Anger in check, I’ll provide clarification
You see I’ve been there myself
Long years now past

And I know the fallacy of war…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 3rd, 2007

Note: Never begin to believe I don’t support
our poor troops in the nightmare they find
themselves in, I do! With all my soul and heart.
Rather, understand that I cannot, in good conscience,
support the greed and darkness that puts them there.
We are all family, all of us, and no-one deserves
death over the small imagined differences we
create to frame our existence. We all want the
same things, happiness, safety for our families,
and the power to create our own destiny. We
all cry, all feel pain, and all morn our loses. But
we are all the same, frail human beings walking
a lonely path through this journey. And, at some
point in the future, we will all return home.
Until then, I pray you walk in peace and beauty,
and may you have all you ever need…


A Different Path

A Different Path

I used walk the common path
I followed whoever would lead
Where they were leading I had not a care
I simply followed and believed what they said

I travelled well within the lines
Obeyed all their regulations and rules
Wherever that path may have taken me tomorrow
Mind trapped, eyes closed, how I would ever have known

Then a glint to the side
Whispering hint of different truth
And like the sun burning through cloud filled sky
My mind opening to find, steps starting down a very new way

The world became greener
Like on the far side of that hill
I knew at long last the need gone unfilled
For my world became now, one of tranquility and peace

I reached to the mountains
Climbed out of darkness into light
And there I watched a world full of life
Shudder in pain from the damage we’ve done

The tiniest and weakest
Important as the loud and the strong
For it takes many things together, to make up a world
So easy a lesson, plainly seen for the few who cared to learn

For like acorns of life
The smallest things build for all
And it’s the little things in the long view
That will carry on when we all fall

So come, won’t you join me
Hold reverent each blade of grass
For in the end of this journey, at some future time
We can walk head up and proud, along a pathway of growth

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre June 6th, 2008

A Time for Growth

Daylight fades, and the darkness of night draws nearer
The damp evening air touches the hearts of the people
The old one notices, remembering living the old ways
The old ways, living in peace with all around them
Living in peace with each other, the animals, and the Earth Mother
The old one living now in fear
Fear that his children have turned from the source
Fear of his grand-children’s greed, abuses, and loss
Fear for his dying nation, his dying world

Lost are the voices of drum and flute
The lessons that taught us tolerance and respect
Of taking only what we need, and giving thanks for all we have
Of living with pride, honor, and concern for all life
We no longer hear the old sounds that haunted the night
Gone are the Spirits of the Earth Mother
Gone are the blessings of Spirit
The old one morns the loss of the night sounds of life
Crickets silent, the wind no longer whispering its secrets through the night
The wind bringing only the sound of Earth Mother groaning in her agony and pain
Reliving the memories of distant past

The full moon slowly rises in the night sky
Illuminating the burned out, trash pilled landscape around the camp
The old ones tears drip freely on the barren dusty ground
Tears carrying the thoughts of what used to be
And the thoughts continue flowing
Flowing like water in the stream of never lingering moments
Moments from a past when peace and harmony ruled among the nations.
A time when Spirit was strong in the people
When all people knew the importance of all things
Tears carrying memories of how right it used to be
And with the tears, the last hope drains from the old ones heart.

Spirit feels the wet tears flowing across the Earth Mother
He hears the painful thoughts contained within them
Senses the hopelessness and agony of the old one

He speaks:

“My child, why do you stand before me crying for the future?
Why do you turn from what has been given?
Away from the teachings you know so well
Where has your heart gone?

The old one responds:

“Oh Great Spirit, your children have lost your truths.
They now forsake all the gifts you give them
They do not hear the truth of the lessons we offer
They do not heed the guidance laid before them
Others have come from a far away land
They have taken our culture and knowledge away from us
They have driven our children only to know their foreign ways
The ways of greed and abuse, of hate and anger

And our children embrace these new ways
They hold hate close to their hearts, pushing away love and tolerance
They judge any but themselves, blaming the troubles of the world on the others
Their lives are consumed by the need to take back their lands
To exact revenge from evils done in the past
Dark emotions fueled by the wrongs done to their ancestors
A daily existence focused only on pain and loss
They forsake your truths, refuse to know the real importance of life

And I do not know what to do, what to say
My hope is gone, lost to the darkness that now fills my peoples lives”

And Great Spirit spoke again:

“My child, you have forgotten the stories you know so well.
You have forgotten the history of my children,
Hear me well,

For all of times past, this has been the hard way of my children
From the epoch of the great journey across the ice, it was so
As they learned of the truths I offer, learned to live as they should
Learned their place in the world, to value peace, respect, and harmony,
To love freely and rejoice in all of life’s wonders

Even their lives grew and their places within the great circle became complete
They began to share these truths with others
Began to show the others the joy brought by the truth
And yet the others were angered at these truths
The others were filled with jealousy and hatred for what they could see, yet lacked
What they could not or would not understand
For the real truth threatened their power
Challenged their greed
Made their life a farce, baseless in its need

So war came to my children
My children were pushed every further from their homelands
Ever further across the waste of ice and cold
Until, at long last, pushed to these very lands here

And still the others followed
For they could not allow the real truths to change their lives
Could not give up what they held so dear
The things they gathered, lands they held
Their beliefs fashioned to uphold the greed and desire in their souls
They held themselves as special, better than and outside of existence
So much more important than all of the rest of life

A sad time
Tribe against tribe
Warrior against warrior
Brother against brother
Man against all of nature
It has continued for ages long forgotten
A great circle of learning, loosing, and waste
The never-ending battle of light against dark”

The old ones painful wailing continued to flow
A muddy river of tears winding across the muddy ground

“Oh Great Spirit!
Your truth does little to ease my heart
You tell of a long history of turmoil and darkness
Of my people lost for all of time
Never finding peace, never knowing love
Where is the hope I can hold to?
Where is the answer to the questions I hold?
Forgive my ignorance Great Spirit
Forgive my questioning
But I know not what to do
I know not how to help my people.
I know not how to regain hope”

“Be at ease my child, for the answer is within you
Settle your tired and aching heart
Look within, hold to that in you that connects with me
Hold to me and find the answers you seek
Hear my words:

You have within you all you seek
It is for you to help lead your people to the life they need
To help them find the peace and love I intended
Teach them of their place in this world
Of the balance of living with all existence
Of working toward the betterment of life
Rather than fighting against the small darkness bumping at the light

Teach them the importance of life
Of the value in tolerance and acceptance
Tolerance of views differing from their own
Acceptance of the rights of all the different forms of life

Teach them of balance
Of the balance of all things
Of using only what they truly need
Of being thankful of gifts given,
Teach them of the equality of life

Show them their place in all of existence
I hold no one part of all as above any other.
Whether trees, plants, animals, or humans
I hold not one as more than another
All are of equal importance to me
All are loved and cared for by me

Teach them these simple truths
And bid them live each day within my light and love
Show them with your life how theirs can and should be.”

The old ones tears dry and clear.
In his eyes you can see the rebirth of hope
The return of truth fills his soul
Love and peace glows across his lined old face.

“It will be as you say Great Spirit
Hope shines within me once again
I will return to living life as should be
I will share all of your truths with my people
And they will learn from my words
And pass on what they learn to their children and grand-children

The future will be as bright and promising as any vision can be
And a life of Peace and Happiness will be for all of existence
As it was intended
As it was at one time
And as it will be now again

Thank you once again Great Spirit for all you gifts I’ve received
Thank you for the wonders I so enjoy as I more through this astounding land
Thank you for the love and joy that fills my heart”

And the old one walks on to complete his path
The sky clear blue once more
The bright horizon hinting of better things to come.

Author: Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre (WolfFliesWithRaven) Nov. 8th, 2006

And the Rain Falls


And the rain falls

A cascade of broken glass falling from the heavens

The musical magical sounds of the droplets striking this reality

Sheets of running moisture flushing across the surface of my world

The night is lost to yesterday, yet the darkness remains across the morning

Time stands still as this a confluence of nature managing dominion

In a sky of dark cold iron, a single star courageously fights for survival

One last small point of diamond shimmering brightness amid chaos and shadow

A beacon of hope in an otherwise cistern of despair and loss

But I hear the music

The sweet ringing sounds of oscillating crystal struck with the perfect cadence

The gurgling rhythms of the water swirling down the pipes

Clamouring, hammering, pounding of the droplets striking metal and stone

Juxtaposing in the orchestral muse of natures own melody

The never-ending, never tiring, always changing song of the universe

Natures own cry of celebration for the existence we take so much for granted

With gifts such as this, could there be a better day

  Author: Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre Willis Texas, December 27th, 2005

Our Love Still Grows

Our Love Still Grows

This day means a lot,

Much more than any another;

For I celebrate my love for you,

And cherish you in every way.

Through passing time, our love still grows;

It lasts through good times and bad.

Our future together still shines bright,

With only the best yet to come!

My heart and soul my friend and love…….




Someone asked me today

what friendship really means

What does friendship mean to us

I see it as a beautiful union

all is lovingly made

a patchwork quilt

this true work of art

always to keep working on,

adding to

year after year

building joyful piece

our union of combined history

embrace that you can wrap around you

And when wrapped

in its penetrating warmth

embraced fully

by its history and memories

Your very soul is warmed

Author: Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre, Dec 13th, 2005, 2:45 a.m.

The Reason

The Reason

In an almost unbearable burst of enlightened thought

A moment of crystal clarity, and unity of mind and soul

I find myself here, at this spot, at this time

And ask, what we all boon to ask

The question all must ask of themselves to become whole


There must be a reason, a plan, some greater command

Some guiding force weaving the threads of the tapestry of my life

The potter’s hand that has shaped me for a purpose that I am to serve

Some finite goal not shared, but there regardless

Awaiting the day when I’m truly prepared

And I am here

Marching back through my memories and lessons

I can now see the pattern emerging

The trials put before me to build my strength and character

Loves filling my very soul to build my compassion

Losses to embed my understanding and insight

The long, slow awakening of that who I am today

And now, in rapturous and joyful discovery

The answer is at long last found within

The simplicity and propriety of the solution

In its self, yet another of that guiding hands special wonders

All the pain and anguish of the long hard years recede in importance

As the reason becomes so clear

 I am here to be your friend…
  Author: Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre Lake Conroe Texas December 6th, 2005

Yesterday and Tomorrow

Yesterday and Tomorrow

I walk across these lands of the old ones

Those who have long since gone down their own path

Their journeys have taken them away from here, and home again

But as I walk I can still hear their laughter, feel their pain

I can hear their songs, the music fills my very being

I can see them yet, dancing the sacred dances

I can feel their connection

Their oneness with the source

The memories and pride run deepest in my own heart

As strong in my soul as it was in these people

This was life

This will be again

The spirits of yesterday

Are the futures of tomorrow

Author: Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre Willis Texas December 23rd, 2005