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 Dec 2015 Lauren Sage
Brandon
It was a national day
I pieced myself together
From remains of melancholia  
You asked about the weather
I said it looked like a tornado
I'm spinning into a dreary dream
You laughed the way roses wilt away
And took another sip from a broken glass of wine

I watched the garden untangle itself
In the breeze of an April's December
Hanging holiday lights with whiskey breath
Your hair tangled in knots
Like bows on unopened presents
I remember the shade of Crimson
That you left across the white picket fence
When the rain poured and tried to wash it all away
my heart
will never be as heavy as the ones of the
children who are forced to learn the anatomy of a gun
in two seconds
flat. it doesn't matter if you believe in
god. god finds calm in
violence, god doesn't come
here, to the schools that are named after presidents and
townspeople who've done good
deeds, places
that were supposed to be
safe.

my heart
will never be as heavy as the ones of the
parents who sent their kids to
school in dresses and ironed
khakis and two little
pigtails and got them back in
body bags. there are no
flags here. no Purple Hearts
for the kids who couldn't wait long enough to find
god.
tw
They said his steps sounded like the ticking of a time bomb.

Her knees were in the dirt.
Blood, sweat and tears filled the earth,
and the sky cracked open.
Come closer, it said.
She shook her head, remembering the slow steps of her father’s father. The yellow fingers that toyed with the fabric between buttons,
The bruises that she wore on her abdomen.
The fear.
The pain.
It’s all the same,
it’s all the same.
I no longer hate the areas
you used to criticize.
My arms. Stomach.
Hair and my thighs.

I no longer get sick
when I stare deep
into my eyes.

The shape of my face
to the curves from my hips
feels like a poem
that fell from a great poet's lips.

I sing all the time because your words
can't hold me down
won't hold me down

and I smile too,
makes no sense to frown.
My body is glorious
who cares if it's vain.
When we connected he was in Peru
He was there to get an Aborigine tongue tattoo
It was his mission in life and dream to make come true
Instead he spent 10 days in a prison and took 10 days to come down a mountain by mule.
When he came down the first message on his phone was from me.
The one he had followed secretly
For me to speak directly to him by name
Blew his mind because hiding his name was part of his game
I knew his name and that he was coming.
It came in a vision days before I felt his humming.
Our connection I told him was seen in a keen sweat lodge night vision
He did not question what I said to be true.
I knew his name, as did very few
Now he calls me often and has lessons to teach
And I listen, take it in and with it I REACH
The news and understanding spreads
The relationships with our young gets fed
The mission and higher goals are seen
Because the man with the blue swan on his neck is very keen
*I love your pep talks and everything you say is true
I cannot believe we started talking right out out of Peru into Mexico City and now in here in America.  I know your a ******* rock star in your world and all but to me your always going to be the one who came to me in a vision..foretold by the Universe to help me on my path and so it has been and shall be ; )  Thank you Blue Swan
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