you are my light, my magic, and my heart–i pulsate with anticipation whenever we are apart…we vogue with the sun and we frolic in the dark–your potent pixie spells leave me enraptured by your spirit’s mark…i crave your counsel, your company, and your love–i am convinced that you are an angel descended from above…your touch …
you see us dance among you, but fail to sense our jedi powers in emergence—we conjure rites of love and liberation aspiring towards an all encompassing transformational resurgence…we sync our bypo minds through the meditative practices of erotic pleasure and service–I can’t choose my apocalypse squad but i can recruit a fractalyzed global battalion of …
I want to write you a letter—even though we text every day…there is always something magically new to discover—there is always something radically new to say…you are such a blessing in my life—you inspire the divine spark in my heart…your presence excites passion and ecstasy—your eyes are like a flaming torch in the dark…I love …
slap me across the face while we vogue in this non-binary place… life is a journey but never a race—we thrive in community, in love, and in grace…hold me down and tell me you love me—i want to see your entrancing eyes above me—this penetration is so potent you don’t need to drug me— you …
in this life, we often find ourselves on paths we would never have foreseen–we build bonds of liberated emotion and commitment freed from the shackles of bourgeois morality…we transform latent fuel for jealousy and envy into the foundation of a transcendent solidarity–we choose not to compete and to support one another as we live, love, …
you penetrate my heart–you penetrate my mind…you amplify my spirit leaving angels to frolic deep inside…the rhythms of my psyche are modulated by your eyes…we build rebellions to transform our world into a better child of our hybrid minds…sex can transport us to sacred places and transformational spaces…it can be a glue that binds exponentially …
black men are fucking beautiful–and it hurts me that sometimes i don’t see that…i was born to a black mother and a white father, with tons of white cousins but none on my mother’s side…so that and systemic toxicity combined so that while only 8 or so i learned how to hold my lips pursed …
layers of truth emerge in our minds where they refract and manifest—we are watching new dimensions come into being, metamorph, and coalesce…our psychic strength is evolving in synchronicity with our grounding intentional breath…we must be still and hone our powers to have a prayer of uprooting this cult of death…my manic mind seeks cosmic meaning …
Refracting through my month of visions has been a vast pyramid with a maze underneath—its enclaves house nascent spirits arising from the magical deep…I am a disciple of emergent strategy as I have become a disciple of sleep—I recruit an army of freedom fighters to evict our rulers from their ruthlessly despotic keep We cannot …
visions this intense have never before penetrated my mind—i see with godlike vision peering through amplified love fueled eyes…fractals manifest everywhere conveying prophecies for our disciples to find—this spiritual and erotic armor prepares us to leave the toxicity of this system behind…i am ripening through so much beauty and experiencing so much growth—i pray that …
i am so wired for you pixie angel—it is visceral and it is magic…my heart is opening but fearing danger—we craft a connection that is free, seductive, and emphatic you take me to our own private nirvana—where agents of karma vogue with gaga and madonna…covered in platinum armor we strut ever harder—demanding justice for our …
our world is in the throes of a collective spiritual rebirth—rebel armies conjuring godlings to imagine a sustainable place on this earth…the blood wolf moon brought karmic energy with love and rage interspersed—we are crafting our own destiny shaping emergent transformation that cannot be reversed…our new astrology posits that we are all fractals wired to …
Last night flood gates opened Bringing rays of violet light cascading in The blood coursing through my heart Was animated by sacred immaculately conceived plasmic energy We have waited for this Waited to maximize erotic and emotional intimacy Waited to minimize the anxiety of anticipation Waited for the intensity of orgasmic fire to …
cosmological forces conjure elixirs for our sacred apothecary…jedi powers rise up fueled by love arming us to do what is necessary…enshrouded in beauty of soul and mind you tantalize with seductive eyes…this passion is expanding exponentially awakening a global karmic fire you receive me from my travels wearing fur and bearing gifts…as we settle in …
alcohol and adderall—smoking up like biggy smalls…toxic habits haunt us all—we crave the things that make us fall..lines of coke fueling pychotic breaks—giving less than I fight to take…forgetting how much I have at stake—living in sin is make or break…sex with meth and sex on speed—finding pleasure too intense to believe…portals opening to new …
we are two but we are one–karmic angels worshipping the moon and sun…we are moses and abraham’s great grandsons–we imagine the nascent godlings we strive to become…destiny and fate drew our paths together–our lives will meet their end but our souls will live forever…craving a future changed decisively for the better–praying for the power …
I write because I have to—I write because I have something to say…I create because I have the right to—I imagine a world crafted by wholistic ways…my mind reinspired by the solstice, I imagine a new multifaceted matrix…clothed in technicolor aspirations I arise from the ashes of the past like a phoenix…breathe slowly and intentionally …
get into the groove–boy you’ve got to prove your love to me…get up on your feet and step to the beat–boy what will it be… show me what you can do pulsating on the dance floor–let the beat leave you hypnotized craving me and wanting more…you are the one i want and the one i …
frequencies so low—heart on a string—a string that only plays solos…rain made of echoes—tidal wave rushing on and on… mood and emotion flow towards manic zen—eros and pathos surge from deep within…I long for your touch and for my heartbeat to pulsate again—I dream of your pixie magic interbreeding with my sixth sense… my eyes …
baby it hit so hard, I’m holding on to my chest–maybe you left your mark, reminding me to forget…it doesn’t matter where you are, you can keep my regret…baby I got these scars, reminding me to forget–you left your mark reminding me to forget the pain of our past weighs like a nightmare on our …