Dreaming

This full moon i dreamt another dream

i dreamt of a kid bloodied, but polite.

He shook my hand and i didn’t refuse.

I let the stink of the human carnage on his person greet mines.

he felt like he was one of my kids — doing what he had to do. He acted in revenge, he was sad about It, but still stood tall — It was something that just had to be done.

it’s a part of this life cycle.

and he accepted his fate with open arms.

i caught a ride with my dead grandmother, Grandma Fa’avale, one of thee most selfless and hardworking women I’ve ever had the honor of knowing.

For some reason my Dad Willy and big Brother Will came to pick her up from the school i was at shaking hands with the bloodied boy.

leaving, we looked to be in the back streets near Mission rec.

and suddenly this huge black bird descends from the sky.

its bigger than a person,

It’s curious of something a hundred yards ahead of us on the sidewalk.

its floating body takes up a good portion of the street as It stops and as It uses its beak to grow its curiosity, It begins slow winding with its body, It looks like a dance,

I can’t believe this huge magical creature is in front of me.

my awareness of It, grabs it’s attention and almost immediately it turned towards us flys in our direction and stares me in the eyes.

then It leaves.

and i woke up.