i just awoke from a dream about you–i was walking with phyllis owens and we were talking about you and grieving your passing…frivolously, i noted how good we all still look on social media–you, with all your crafted selfies, might have appreciated the moment…upon awakening i turned from my bed and my foot struck a …
your eyes entrance, ensnare, and inspire, conjuring waves of ecstatic passion that rise up ever higher…your body is a talisman, a sacred interstellar vessel, and an erotic fire–your images sync with my lyrics allowing our reality to amp up and rewire…sex is so potent, so visceral, and so elemental–you transfix the club floor transforming the …
there is subterranean strength in your body and volcanic energy in your mind–this is a seismic cosmic moment when everything that happens is a sacred sign…we craft an epitaph for this system etched in rage, blood, and pride–i give in to my higher power and seek a creative serenity deep inside…i have been lost in …
we first met in the months before our present political moment was defined–the post-election but pre-inauguration days of shock, rage, and fear…you caught my eye both physically and spiritually–you were a presence and an energy that i wanted to know more closely…your images captivate my mind–they inspire and animate new anthems and verses…you are my …
I am proud of how i show up for life on the manic depressive spectrum–i am proud of my creativity and empathy, and of my spiritual insights and practice…i resist the dogma that calls all of this a disorder, because when balanced, my neurodivergent mind is opened to inspiration that is both ecstatic and grounded…at …
light and sound become energized and fused into one–we see fractals in the moon and volcanic power in the sun…psychedelic synergy has transformed who we are and what we can become–we project universal liberation as the epic project that is to be done…i have learned that i do not need intoxicants or substances of abuse …
i am a vessel for sacred forces arising in a moment of unprecedented global peril–we must draw strength from our collective unconscious to resist a fascist menace that has grown ruthless, desperate, and feral…i am anansi the spider weaving webs of wisdom, life, and love–i transmute psychic pain and crisis into power that can channel …
three sensuous bodies: three celestial auras–we aspire to cosmic connection to honor the rebels who came before us…we crave dance floors so fierce that the reigning divas will come to adore us–we crave intimacy and emotional resonance over the addictive forces that long to control us…this is the energy of black power reborn through a …
you inspire me with your mind, your loyalty, and your inner fire–your will to serve and resist makes me want to craft plans and conspire…the beauty of your spirit provokes a confused state of desire–the intensity of your revolutionary intentions could be an albatross, or the force that takes you higher…i struggle with boundaries with …
i am only forty-one, but addiction has been a cunning enemy of my life for at least three decades…at first compulsive sexual stimulation and fantasy–but also a foundational addiction to the power of intellect and self will…while my head branded me an atheist, my heart and soul kept me connected to the potent synergy of …
i have tried to cry for days, just feeling that grief is the right feeling to feel–emotive songs have helped me choke up for protracted moments, but again and again the feelings pass and my mind clears…i wonder why i am not more ground down by this–why i am not despondent, depressed, and devoid of …
in your eyes is placed a power greater than all of their hoarded gold–your eyes are wormholes to a future of humility and grace so deeply rooted that its seeds will grow…we build power and resilience to feed the richness of our souls–we have so many toxic patterns and toxic systems to overthrow…in our addictions …
before we had a globalized system, we had globalized energy: fires of wood or wax to which we made sacred offerings of rare shells, silver, or gold…before we had a world economy or planetary pandemics, we drew life and sustenance from the same sun and moon–we saw our fates and our inspiration in divergent constellations …
luscious and radiantly non-binary–you emanate potent spiritual forces from your divine apothecary…you writhe and transform our world with your gender-expansive spirit…elevating our anthem of revolution so that spirits above and below can hear it…androgyne angels fly amongst us–unleashing the forces that, in a coming explosive instant, will ignite a detonation of the choke hold of …
limbs extend, attenuate, and bend–the scars of guilt and shame are healed yet again…we celebrate life and the powers arising from deep within–we are a sex positive armada and our epic style is heaven sent…this is an alien ballet pregnant with cosmic insight–our bodies contort in alignment with our higher power’s karmic mind…we strive for …
here i am–humbly and blissfully imperfect–reckoning with harm i have caused by striving to be accountable and doing work to transform…i am decentering self–dismantling the illusion of my willful power to control the world around me…this is my attempt at surrender–and her matrix of liberation is opening new vistas of possibility in my mind…so often, …
the buddhist teacher tich nhat hanh taught me to see that we are like clouds–forever evolving and changing from one state to another…always becoming but never, ever, simply becoming nothing…i am filled with exuberance in this moment, witnessing the deepening roots of recovery in my life–witnessing the sacred inspiration into which i align…we must be …
her voice soars, amplifying the resonance of visceral blood memories–echoes of primordial pleasure emerging to coat our writhing bodies in glistening sweat–echoes of days gone by when a woman pleasuring herself in a shower would have felt dirty and unclean…she is a sun dragon–a divine spirit channeling the reverberations of celestial energy into our dimension…her …
my god is in the noticing–noticing the moment between when i start to breathe and when i feel the first rush of air into my lungs…noticing the energy and magic that surrounds us–evident in birds that flock and fungi who thrive on the toxins leached by other forms of life…noticing the beauty of an incisive …
its hard to be humble when the energy and adrenaline of an action are racing through my veins–hard when my brain’s potent dopamine clinic is flying high on overdrive…its hard to be humble when visions of fractals or sacred geometry meet my eyes–leaving me feeling particularly empowered to participate in crafting a transformed future…it is …