Category: The Resistance

BLOOD AT THE BORDER: a clash between civilization and utter barbarism

BLOOD AT THE BORDER: a clash between civilization and utter barbarism

apologies… for this is a frantically written poem–struggling to come to grips with a cataclysmic situation…eager to fuel the white nationalist vitriol of his base, our would-be-dictator is deploying the national guard to persecute migrants fleeing poverty and desperation and seeking some faint hope of a better life…the stakes in this battle are high—it is …

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THE CHOSEN

THE CHOSEN

we walk amongst you incognito-our powers waiting to be discovered…we are evolving jedis in vitro—conjuring the ammunition we need to be heard…we are a neurodivergent army—subterraneanly wired to rise up…our cylon minds harmonize like a symphony—building a crescendo that your cock can fire up…our rebel tribe insists than another world is possible—we are anarchist agents …

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ANARCHIST REVELATION: the evolution of psychospiritual praxis

ANARCHIST REVELATION: the evolution of psychospiritual praxis

for millennia our species has lived on this earth—always molded by the conditions into which we were birthed…we have lived as hunter-gatherers, as serfs, and as slaves—we have paid homage to haughty kings burried in titanic holy graves…our system has been ripe for transformation for more than a century—but it has barreled along bringing calamitous …

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SACRED SPIRITS: una poema para el día de los muertos

SACRED SPIRITS: una poema para el día de los muertos

spirits of life—angels of death…hermanas y hermanos—give me your breath…we traverse the earth—we search high and low…we seek karmic rebirth—buscamos el cielo…espiritus santos—cosmic incisions…we strive for solidarity—we name our own missions….dia de los muertos—day of the dead…we honor the memories of ancestors living on in our heads…sacred spirits—poders de dios…we pray that you can hear …

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PERP WALK

PERP WALK

its indictment monday and heads are rolling—its a perp walk of the privileged and our resistance is growing…we are fighting for regime change here at home—we are fighting for a future that justice and karma will condone…manafort is going down—flynn was booted out in disgrace…but we need more than the other party in power—we need …

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FINDING NEO: a prayer for our living gods

FINDING NEO: a prayer for our living gods

the night is pregnant with possibilities aroused and penetrated by my manic brain…the joy is punctuated with urgency—and i am anything but insane..we are organizing with all our strength to uproot a totalitarian regime—we are fighting to amplify our many struggles using all of our arsenal deployed by any means…my brain is wired with intensity—flying …

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PILLS and POTIONS

PILLS and POTIONS

the full moon inspires all of my internal intoxicants—serotonin and dopamine flowing like wine to christ’s supplicants…inspired inside by a cosmic symphony of instruments—i gaze with longing at a night sky so pregnant with resonance…pills and potions are the arsenal of my tribe—navigating the bipolar spectrum claiming the richness of our lives…creatively inspired and karmically …

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AMMUNITION: erotic catharsis

AMMUNITION: erotic catharsis

guns can kill or preserve life—queered up punks reclaim the night…ammunition stocked in plain sight—aimed at the enemies of our karmic fight…finely-styled brothers in camouflage fatigues—proving their metal stoked up on speed…doing lines and flying free—cosmic forces reemerge from the deep…te amo baby is what we cry—challenging state power and systemic lies…sisters of style meet …

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The DOUBLE-HELIX of PRAXIS

The DOUBLE-HELIX of PRAXIS

its 4 am and i am intoxicated by dopamine–generated by the thirst i feel to transform our world…in a few hours we will take the streets and let our beautiful banners unfurl…its the day before yet another mobilization and i wonder about the depth of our resistance… i wonder about our power to unite a …

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BLACK MAGIC

BLACK MAGIC

prohomo symphonics deify this adonis…queering tectonics amplify the erotic…undressed and styled fly–you seduce with your eyes…lascivious and sanctified–you bless me with your desire…rock hard arms and supple abs transfix my mind late at night–dark skin and coarse dreds conjure tribal african rites…born free and raised brave–we conquer bigotry’s minions…trans and queer arm-in-arm–we will uproot this …

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