. . . and with every passing strangers averting eyes we realized how lonely this path was. But with each step of compulsion our heart beat emboldened by the melody of sure-footed heel striking ground. Off to the West we heard a similar song hinting this journey was not a decision made wrong. As time etched there grew a throng of like energies who knew not what 'strange' was for it spelled only an excited synergy. The lost and departed - now Awakened, tore asunder that which fed on their peace. Blasting a hole wide enough for bridges to be erected through hastily managed creases spatially infinite in direction. . This was the signal all those alive and yet living awaited. War cries from a Billion starving souls broke mirrors of old intended to pit us against one another. War's meaning transmuted as reality bended, aLl was baCkwaRds while it evolved from W • A • R to R • A • W. Raw was the dominating achievement of every little one made Man, as Woman grew from starlets into musing aegis granters. There will come a time when storytellers whisper of ancestors so rotten, that they tore limbs from brothers to taste blood of the forgotten. For a family is made up of lunatics, and poets, Jubilance and Forebodings. WHAT DOES BLOOD MATTER?! - JPSoliloquy <next Spoken Word piece> #amwriting #thewotcher #hascometowakeyou #poetry