Genesis Blue
- by OG Maestro
Part 3 - ChaosOriginally Posted by OG Maestro
Son tried to manage the gravity of this madness
His sanity was radically sandwiched,
Between love & tragedy, ravaged-
Above seams of vanity's fabrics
He took a breath, his chest extends its space
No rest, he looked left & took to the winds with grace
The bonds of his father's embrace, were built to break
He couldn't tell who was the disgrace, his guilt was great
Flying high rapidly, he then took to the stands to pin a case,
Against his mind's capacity, packaged to demonstrate-
How his father took fear, & here it would generate,
Reasons for banishment, that he could defend as straight
He went to great wavelengths just to eliminate,
The Son due to nightmares of tragic fate
Now the Son is seething, vengeance's gleaming,
This shit is classic hate.
Ascending the Mount he continues this backwards race
Not realizing the nightmare never ended, the path is late
But that can wait.
Part 2 - Power
As he descended, his wings flew upwards; shrouding his innocence
“Father...why don’t you love me?” he said, loud in the dissonance
Crowding the clouds, he stared up into the portal, close in distance
The opportunity to return felt near but he knows he missed it
Above his head, the Mount. heard of caste sin from abandonment
Wrath was passing wind that the heavens were saved by his banishment
Could you imagine if what you wore had withered away, once garnished;
Drifting in wind, the fabrics of your life -- completely tarnished
His torn white linen was floating atop his face in awkward degree
Tears streamed & converted to steam, after bombarded with heat
It sauntered in deep, the burning atmosphere haunted his sleep
He fell for years, his shell of peace; aura bothered and weak,
Entwined in pure orange. Till it turned, wrapped in a sphere,
To a hot churning butter of red, learning to adapt in the year
He crashed landed with his wings still intact, but damaged
Inside of the crater, his eyes a cold steel blue.
And revenge by its pure extract was demanded.
Part 1 - Fear
Father was lost within his dreamscape of flowing emotions
Devotion was showing in shallow water; boating & foaming
Scoping hope by the heart, rowing rivers of motion; erosion-
Caused an explosion of sediments to get caught in commotion
Needles of history stroked his frontal lobes, sewing them open
No streams of thread to hang onto, he drowned not knowing the oceans
This, the stitching of the father's childhood; gold painted memories
"All that glitters" was masked by the mold of tainted miseries
The Father was once time's prodigy, roaming these powers at 11
Grandfather saw this & banished him with only flowers out of heaven
Minutes turned to days, days became weeks,
Weeks turned to years, the tears had dried on his cheeks
Bent on revenge he usurped the crown, King of the Gods now
Found himself a wife & promised to protect them when it all falls down
Vowed to become a better Father than his ever could be; letters of peace,
Were written when he laid down with his dear Goddess on several degrees
Little Blue Boy was born, the Father tried to embrace his own...
But appetite for power were hunger games that gave a taste of throne
Denial would twist his mind into a Darwinist's. survival of the fittest
Physiologically infected: arrival of the most viral with a sickness
He approached his child, the skies began to form sets of a vortex
Winds ravaged the Mountain, & that's when war would swarm next
Originally Posted by Anonymous