blood of the mountain

We listen to tears of the fallen

But still we are calling

Calling to the blood of the mountain

Calling to the blood of the mountain

The monarchs wings are fire

Burning burning till the rain pulls her down

Just like you just like me

Pulled down to this earth of tears

And we are calling 

Calling to the blood of the mountain

Calling to the blood of the mountain

The hands of black cling to whight

Counting the numbers for us

The red on your hands feel like clams

The clams in the ocean

And we listen to the blood of the blood of the mountain

But we are the blood of the mountain

And she falls

falls to the ground and she falls

Fall to the ground 

And we are the blood of the mountain

 

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    bloom

    on my bedroom dresser,
    demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
    rubbing against a dusty glass vase. 

    each flower once flourishing and loved--
    only to be hung upside down,
    and left to die in a dank closet. 
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    turn my swag on

    Live, Laugh, Love.
    The beautiful flowers of earth sprout from the seeded soil,
    The trees blow back and fourth with the rythem of the wind,
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