like angels, we seek signs of evolving life at the end of the dank, dark, and isolating depressive tunnel
like aztec warriors, monster queer muslim and sephardic cylon buddhas resist the proto-fascist cop-enforced kettle
we seek solidarity and transcendent love: our sharpest tools in the quest to conquer our past and present trauma and pain
semitic ninjas fly from a reconfigured zion to the temples of wakanda: arming our radical militias with the energy of vibranium—the ultimate weapon in the war on hate and shame
this system has denigrated our creative potential to its own socio-political detriment—billions strong: we yearn for more and fiercely imagine what we might become
we are a tribe of epic genius camouflaged by alienation—pounding drums to herald the rise of our mutant-age minerva, heavily armed with cognitive ammunition—through emotion and connection building the power to abolish the scourge of stigma and uproot this toxic system
we each become a newborn phoenix when we rise from the chains of pathology, of self-hate, and of suicidality
we awaken from a psycho-spiritual slumber—weaponizing our powers of perception and rebranding our banksy monster family fame as the karmic antidote to bourgeois normality
we pop our pills and potions as prescribed—but our synaptic neurochemical auras are transcribed as hieroglyphs on our hypo-wired sacred scrolls—the holy tablets we analyze and revise while flying high late at night
whether manic depressive or hardcore unipolar—there is always hope to be born from a matrix of radical acceptance
our sisters and brothers living with schizophrenia will learn to harmonize their voices like an intergalactic chorus—refusing to be strapped down and criminalized or abandoned to the streets and left to die unmentioned
my eyes see an infinite army of cosmic and karmic signs—emerging within our global tribe’s evolving consciousness
we summon all of our black panther power—but purged of the neo-feudal proposition that benevolent aristocracy is the best our species can get
there is a fine line between genius and psychosis—a line i navigate with introspection, medication, and meditative hypnosis
fine lines mark my barely aging carthaginian face—alluring like a monster queer phoenix flying high with a demigod’s grace
the bypo posse hosts erotically charged parties where fine lines are inhaled with intensity—letting dopamine rise and leaving inner demons in power while enticing substances are at play
we come armed with an imaginative vision of the world we strive to build from the ruins of this brutally tortured polarized age
in our life cult, sex is sacred and love is always chic and styled fly—as our insurrection arises our orgasmic potential will writhe and multiply
the fine lines between structure, boundaries, and creative energy are porous membranes crafted for karmic realignment—they are rivers and mountains describing the parameters of new-rising empires driven towards a penultimate revolutionary assignment
as our barbaric global system lurches towards the precipice of mass self-destruction our mitochondrial dna reimagine their power to rise and forge ever deeper connections
they are building bridges to distant pulsars, to ancient prophecy, and to the endangered species known as common sense
we will restore our imperiled common humanity and give birth to a new world arising from deep within
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2018
