hand full of blood

No shape or form
No consideration of others
Obliterating boundaries
Seemingly, everpresent.
Genetically prearranged or chosen out of ignorance?
Either way, it is extreme. It is brutal.
Wreaking havoc on the most delicate among us
Passed on from one elder to the other
The depths of this insanity perceived as unconquerable by the guilty
It is just the way it has always been, right?
Predictable, horrendous and lacking imagination
Robbing the young victims of peace, security, love, protection
Gleefully perpetuated throughout generations
It is not kind, it is not life, it is not hope, it is not love
Abuse and neglect, the only item you gave freely
Sadly, something also delivered to you. Passed down the family tree
An heirloom I enthusiastically relinquish.



fire flame heat hot

Unrestricted, wildly we dance
Wind in our hair, a soft mist charges our being
Here, in our dreams, we are alive. Electrified.
We are pure. We are whole. We are love.
Melding perfectly you and me, our wisdom, our imperfections,
Our brilliance, our passions, our failures, our successes. 
Two divine souls set ablaze.
Let us illuminate this world together.