Hati's Lunar Eclipse

Drunk off of Mother Nature’s latest monsoon

A Eucalyptus tree begins mumbling to me…

She tells me all about the martyrs of Japan

The floods produced by China’s seas…

She knew everything about the current price of tea..

But very little about Asha’s jump into the Sabarmati..

The concrete underneath my feet shouts a warning to me..

“Should you break away tonight, the wolves will not be pleased”..

Little does he know that Hati resides within me…

Mother Mary knows that we’ve always had a violent chemistry..

From the sea of trees, I can still hear la gatas symphony..

As her tunes echo throughout San Juan’s streets..

She laments about the injustice that she suffers, the dreams that she used to know..

I silently cry for her plight, as I understand it as my own…

A parrot flies past me..

Tells me that the last time he saw me my name was Scott Amedure..

I tell him that this time I’ve returned to face the blood moon with a trio of sorts..

Me, myself and my volatile self saboteur..

The moon abandons it’s luminescence for a darkish orange hue…

At the heart of Aokigahara, I know what I must do..

The Unforgotten call upon me to make my final move..

I remind them that I still have the power to choose…

I watch as Sköll comes charging through the skies again…

The feeling of static comes rushing back to me like an old friend..

For all of my wrong doings, I cannot pretend..

That the moon and I are likely to make any amends…

Yet perhaps we can start anew..

As I’ve still got a few things left to see

A few more things to say…

A couple more mountains to move…

I have already challenged the machine..

Gone against the grain…

Battled Shao Khan..

Evolved without ever changing my face..

The stars above me remained locked in the sky..

While I remain suspended in ambivalence..

Surrounded by Earthlings, willful ignorance and foundationless faiths..

Along with the debris from Elon’s Starship 8..

Nevertheless, the angels are still reaching heights unseen by this world and well beyond it..

R.I.P to O’Shae Sibley, Bhavna Thakor, Jordan Celetto and Micky Harmon..

In a world where our mere existence is often considered as an act of defiance..

Forces such as Shayla, Jamari, Kayden and myself will simply never be compliant..

Crimson’s moon looks upon me, ambiguous, total and pure..

Tonight is the night that the ghosts of years past run free..

And I embrace all of the things that I cannot change..

My delusions of grandeur..

I disregard the outside noise..

For as I see it, should I live to see another day..

I can still forgive and forget

Seek and destroy…

I fall to my knees underneath the Sanguine moon..

I have prepared my most irresolute plea…

And just as I begin my testimony..

The darkest shadow of yesteryear crosses over me…

A one of a kind love

Unique and unwavering

Filled with combat via satellites, intrusive thoughts

And the longing desire for TNT…

With an unclear expression, Sköll, in his newest form, begins bolting towards me…

The North still remembers our attempts to conquer celestial bodies..

I steady my stance as I prepare for our imminent clash..

“Oh darling, I want you but not so fast”