ancient skills and modern minds—rise and thrive and intertwine
serpents power our army’s rise—ruling the day: reclaiming the night…
throwing stars induce searing pain—scaling walls and branding names
building power and queering fame—unleashing exponential power in our brains
ninjas rise in red black and green—striving to set our people free
spinning and writhing cheek to cheek—jiu jitsu jedis hone their powers while mere mortals sleep
polyethnic rebels probe the secrets of our being—inventing new tongues and evolving new creeds
another world is possible if we learn new ways of seeing—seeking spiritual beauty and the sacred roots of sacrilegious meaning
we are agents of karma: we are anarchy’s gift—we fuck like vixens leaving erotic vibrations on one another’s lips
guillotining the bigots and expropriating the rich—we avenge the exploited: i am mary magdalen’s divine bitch
copulation and penetration fuel our warriors’ assassinations
live-streaming our revolution on cybernetic tv stations—unveiling existential prophecies and newborn karmic revelations
the cylons of our matrix mind meld with super computers—sparking urban rebellions and giving sanctuary to the looters
windows smashed with fury at this proto-fascist pollution weigh nothing relative to the damage the toxic regime is doing
occident and orient evolve and fuse taking out all the king’s men—remembering the profound meaning of the words mohammed said
building a caliphate of semites who give enticing head—we are super-villains on the streets and rockstars in our beds
anarchists clad in fur like bourgeois bastards—doing lines of purified blow and dropping transcendent acid
we learn to channel the power of the force so our orgasms become everlasting
jiu jitsu ninjas come strapped with atomically powered cyberblasters
armed with cans of paint graf-ninjas make our mark—we are building a postmodern version of noah’s ancient ark
we fight to abolish nuclear war before the carnage starts—we relearn the art of holy alchemy letting destiny play her part
tattooed with the phoenix of fire and animated by our collective unconscious
we imagine the impossible craving a world of peace and justice…we will organize our human family daring our rulers to try and stop us
the rites of spring are on the horizon and the bass hook will always rock us
rising up against this system confronting our last chance to avert apocalyptic disaster
we are agents of evolution forcing the clock of progress to move faster
the disintegration of bourgeois hegemony arms the enslaved to kill her master
nocturnal ninjas are a bolshevik underground built with chain mail and armor that is divinely crafted
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2018
