Friday, July 8, 2011

Mind Matter Sprouts Substance

 Every thought I have fostered has been germinating through centuries of forgotten peoples populating the earth's freak show to create a circus within the present. A precarious juggling act, Atlas shrugged, and what is dropped today shall be picked up for tomorrow's primordial soup. The future sparkles within the rays of earth's sunshine, spitting up glass mirrors, windows to jump through....

I LEAP IN THE DARK

Toward eyes so bright
 Beacons in the dark
Like a fly circling shit
I am drawn to light
Drawn to my negative
Glowing silver in the dark

My tongue is coming in
And my voice a foreign sound
Taste buds blooming inside
A rotting cavern of decomposing words

Mouth of shit 
Stench so strong it tears down walls
Revealing food for thought

Sweet, sweet energy divine 
Let me be so lucky 
As to lick your skin
Realizing your sticky-sweet
Sugar soaked skin
Tastes of salt and vinegar

Stinging my tongue like acid
I retreat in search of alkaline
To sustain my blood

Blood red as wine
Flesh of my flesh
Why dost thou betray me

Bitting the apple - not the first sin 
But lusting for the scarlet gem 
Hung upon the tree of life
Smelling the fruit pulled from limbs
Ripe and ready to burst
You thirst

And with the bite of life comes the prick of death

Mourning the son while birthing the moon
 Crying lakes of fiery tears 
Spitting flame and bleeding poison out your veins
Placing band-aids on wounds in need of stitches
Your pipes so rusted they bleed gold

Diamonds are rocks that blind from rainbow-rays
And now all that is seen is black
A coal mine covered in soot
Blood diamonds exchanged for caged birds that sing

A world coated in darkness, how, you ask,
Were you to know to run when everyone was 
Stuck in hot tar sidewalks 

Asphalt and plastic
Concrete and glass
Metal machine monsters
Without home

Desolate disturbed despair 

I can not sleep among the wreckage of Atlantis
A lost city of forgotten dreams
Sparkling within the crystal globe
Of glittering guts and glory

Glory hallelujah!
The Saints are marching in
Machine gun marching in
Father Son and Holy Ghost

Gunning them down
Women and children
Gunning them down
WOMEN AND CHILDREN

While they blow bubbles 
And bake bread, burping
Their babies until they turn blue

Mouse on house let all the rats in
Until the city was over-run with vermin
And I am sick
I am sick
Dope sick

Breathing combustible carbon
You like to equate with power
Throwing up neon lights
In patterns of blue yellow green purple and red
And orange

Code orange, to liberate hate,
Throwing up orange out my eyes ears nose
Mouth fingers and toes
Till it soaks my heart and filters through
My mind toward the unknown dimension
Of time eternal

Infinite jest
I will never know the jokers face for he is 
Forever changing
Peeling off masks to reveal
A mirrored reflection of myself

Don't Look Back

Heaven and hell on earth
The Saints are marching in!

Into the sparkle of glittering eyes 
Darkness and light
Cockroaches trailing through shit to pave the way
A field of orange blossoms left behind

Heaven or hell on earth

You decide....



Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Bertolt Brecht

"Art is not a mirror held up to reality, but a hammer with which to shape it"

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Meta






To be presented as a meta, that is to say, an ironic statement on the futility of humankind's perpetual quest to elevate ourselves beyond our base nature through language, language being our ability to express ourselves through the resonance of shapes, symbols, letters, and sounds. Our reality is shaped as it is depicted. Our language is shaped as it is pronounced. I pronounce reaction to which you, the viewer, will remember (for) me.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Memorial Day



I miss and love you all



*Teen Witch and Safari,

I love you both very much, you were both extremely inspiring in helping give me the courage to speak out on my own. I honestly don't know where I would be or what I would have done without you two, so thank you. I am so glad I have the opportunity to be in this show with you as you have been my point of inspiration. Yeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

* if you ever read this please contact me. i miss you.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

For Trici and Maryam and all my grrrls still in jail

Let's take this to another dimension
Beyond their comprehension
I'm talkin' bout 4th realm ascension
To the absence of tension

The five-0 be the 666
And Love be in the KKK
Ain't talkin bout the klan of hate
I'm talkin bout a chance to liberate

So to all my grrrls behind bars
The world's turned up-side-down
Hope and love surround our stars
Just free your mind to the divine

They can't take our hearts!

The "Justice" System Blows




I can hardly believe my old cellmate will have been in jail for one year next month due to a petty theft charge!
FUCK THE SYSTEM!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Anthem

This is about spreading love
Divine Mercy
Declaring Identity
Waking up to Reality
Recognizing Humanity
Breaking silence
I say to you 
I am that woman
This is about spreading love
Your negativity being 
An exercise in futility 
Living within selective memory
I rise above
This is about spreading love
Remembering tender loins
Loins of sorrow and of pain
Stress of loins in prisons 
Loins of warrior queens
Unclothed, naked, bleeding life’s marrow
Giving birth to tomorrow
When the sun has yet to shine today
Darkness
Black as my insides
Wearing them outside
Cloaked in anger black as sin
I am that NGH that bitch that criminal
Outcast and invisible
Seeking to pierce hearts of stone
Facing demons of the past
Is not easy alone
So where my negas at?
Silence
I am that silence waiting to be heard
This my declaration of doubt and despair
That is caused by the duality and dichotomy
Of definitive absolutes of which
I demand change!
I demand the karmic wheel of life
Be recognized instead of stigmatized 
It has been perverted and traumatized
Subverted while we remain hypnotized
By a symbol
A broken cross
Time to wake up and face reality
God is dead at the hands of humanity
All that remains is the commodity 
Slaves of addiction there is no sympathy 
Imprisoned by image
Am I still free to imagine
Truth at the heart of a body
Any body
All hearts bleed red
Yet there is a shortage of blood
From lack of circulation stimulation excitation provocation
This is about spreading love
So go on, break the silence
Declaring identity is not a felony
I say to you
I am that jew I am that cunt I am that queer 
Undesirables chained by fear
Break the cycle break the chain
Break the fear and break the pain
Nows the time for liberation
Within self-actualization 
Awaken every nation
Worldwide revelation
Ending all discrimination

Monday, May 2, 2011

Rise and Liberation





We can not "Look Away." We must look to the past to learn from our mistakes. We must look to the future as a new beginning. We must break the silence and be heard. Trying to break the bonds that divide us, ready to burst in all directions...
ready to be freed
at last
ALL HUMAN!

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