good and bad-right and wrong
ancient mores transcribed in songs
queer and straight–trans and cis
we can find common ground as we rise and resist
war and peace fused together with orwell’s flair
we are living through an age of existential mortal peril
with so much myth uproooted and so many lies exposed
the question is what we will build that can survive when nuclear hell comes close
black and white paint fuses into infinite shades of grey
we are forging a praxis that can empower and animate
contrasting colors give birth to infinite intermediary shades
we come strapped and styled fly like the pop stars we venerate
i dream of meditation on the blue ocean floor
i see angels in our stars and always yearn for more
our underground crypto-crime arms our geisha with ore
i am hestia, the bitch of the hearth, remembered in hellenic lore
its time for all our prophets to arise and be born again
its time to let creativity surge from untapped energy deep within
love and rage breed with virtue and sin
a phoenix phalanx seduces an army of radical femmes
class war rages on in obscene and shameless directions
we writhe when trapped in a world wide web of mass deception
through this carnage we sustain one another while seeking cylon powered weapons
we seek a retro-viral arsenal to bring death to bourgeois domination
any fragment transposed onto a fractal creates practically infinite new forms
when my mind plays with time i feel omnipotent and intensely reborn
Fusing dualities into a dialectic unleashes revolutionary storms
we must fight like hell for freedom while forging spaces to heal, create, and mourn
Moving from duality to dialectic requires reimaging our dominant paradigms
dominant morality serves the powers that be and sanctifies systemic crime
we transcribe our post-modern mythologies on live-streamed mixes of deep house grind
our hip hop godlings keep it crunk fusing melody with the ever-morphing rhyme
we must live and love amidst oceans of toxic pain
if we hone our skills of empathy we find oppressed brilliance trapped in the prison cage
our movements must be grounded in love fueled by keenly focused rage
If we deepen the analytical roots of this resistance we can write the obituary of this proto-fascist plague
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2018
