The warning had been written centuries before Hearts had not listened nor the story fully heeded. since members of my family decided from one generation to the next passed this vision. Yellow streams of blood red lighting flew down like a volcanic rush from the blue blood mountain. The time finally had come for this vision to pass Blue Blood Mountain had awakened from the long slumbering sleep.
A cause for this taking of many hearts, families torn apart, journey decided of ancestors long ago. I finally understood the reason why this had been put into place. Blue Blood Mountain was in the process of repaying for my ancestors’ disgrace.
I walked to the town hall to make amends for the pain of the past but Blue Blood Mountain made that decision for me.
All were gone into the volcanic flow except my children and me. Blue Blood Mountain had set us free.
It was coming up, the politics like dirty sex in tall Parthenium grass. The panther was hiding on a steppingstone watching the hot, field hockey played with skulls of peers. Mauled, the peach skin was entertaining sunlight in the metaphoric
Writing on sleeves to remember your departure and becoming a stray cloud. The maternal touch of the sky, you can sleep whole life on dense logics. White sheets were burning unannounced in the home. I lost the key, to open
Whispered names falling simply off lips, Freckles that ripple on skin, Azure eyes that flooded dreams. Eyes may capsize stable thoughts, Blindly wade into unknown waters, Not knowing awaiting dangers. A siren’s melody put in a trance, A map to
Beyond the sex he was sleepwalking in shame hiding his faith ingloriously. A poacher in harem of politics, where you stack the hidden virility for killing the money. A single mate must die making love on screen in the vicinity
I am your child,yet you choose to ignore that fact I am your flesh the fruit that proved other trees that said you can not bear wrong. I shamed your enemies Wrapped their faces in shame with believe that you’re