I am Child to the Moon

I am child to the moon, brother to the sun

Liberated by chained souls

Souls lost in life’s mishaps

My people taught never to hide

Reconcile thy consciousness

Life’s mysteries and wife’s histories

Wife’s mysteries and Life’s histories

I strip open wounds of a forgotten past

I am child to the moon, brother to the sun

With wounds so deep, the oozing puss

As fluid and solid as my dreams

As dark and painful as my thoughts,

Thoughts of a life imagined, imagined by hearts

Wrecked hearts, leaving remnants of such

Imaginations, So ravished and wrecked,

The hearts can only pump false blood

To the ever scornful winds of the devils deeds

One wonders such an alien blood

For it is such blood exposing my people

To the truths so disturbing, a lie comforting true minds

That I can truly concede equal possession

Of my land, my people, my life

To the foreign parasites

I am child to the moon, brother to the sun

I stand in full dominion

Over this confused land, hands ready to capture

Life’s torments and riddles,

I am child to the moon, brother to the sun

I stand in full gear

Over this trampled heart, words ready to rapture

Life’s moments and titles

I am child to the moon, brother to the sun

I stand ready to give birth

Over this troubled galaxy of beings, getting ready to nurture

Life’s movements and riffles