You were a pillar of my life For more than twelve years Your conviction was contagious Your energy visceral Your power of persuasion electric and magnetic Now that you have passed I feel a painful absence Aching like an excised limb This transformative project of ours unfinished […]
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You ripple with orogeny Subterranean power flowing Pulsating through your veins Your presence is magnetic Channelling collective hope and pain This leather animates your sensuality Projecting emancipated corporeality Your cosmic chemistry transcends borders Psychic electricity conjures prophecy We build a defiant global rebellion Polyvalent in its manifestations This […]
You are thunder amidst the rain You swim in the river that keeps me sane Erotic power flows through your veins We recover from apocalypse With whatever remains Your image evokes the carnal Licentious gym sex You pulsate with intensity You flirt and seduce–grind and flex Deep within […]
I feel power Seismic power Epic tantric forces Morphing and transforming Molding sacred hours I danced tonight Spirit moved Finding grooves Animating vulnerability Amplifying sensuality My journey is cosmic I channel potent spiritual energy Transmuting manic chaos Creating introspection Liberated from psychic wildfire I feel prophecy […]
What if my evolving diagnosis Is so much more than pathology? What if it’s not illness? What if its capacity? I feel these burning questions Reverberating karmically I feel the power of empathy Fractals of neurodivergent chemistry Fierce oscillations of mood Can leave me exhausted and dry But […]
February 26th Is just a date A marker in time An outpost amidst psychic wildlings For me it is my clean date Today—my two year anniversary Two years without drugs, including alcohol Two years of recovery Two years of spiritual growth The valence of my mental oscillations is […]
My visions My visions again A vista of river reverberating with light Ripples and undulations become a Cylon matrix I see my pantheon of erotic disciples My inspirations, my collaborators, my co-conspirators It is you—cyberpunk boricua Returning persuasively Insistently Helping me imagine our path I realize […]
I sit by the water—I came here to write….The river ebbs and flows and pulsates with energy…It reverberates with the power to sustain life and the power to take it… I came to write about my mind—to write about the social construct known as bipolar disorder…This diagnosis has been an […]
This is my chosen place to write—it is close to my heart: my trust muscle…I sit at the convergence of two rivers and marvel at the magic of the water’s constant motion—maybe this is a metaphor I seek energy from the intricate swirls of wood composing the wharf like so […]
I am evolving and deepening my awareness… With the shackles of addiction in remission I live in gratitude and in joy… I live on the manic depressive spectrum—tending towards states of hypomania and mania… Eliminating the toxicity of substances of abuse has helped me stabilize, but the powers within that […]
I am a human being suffering from the human condition—I am psychosis and neurosis: I am mania and depression…I feel things to the bone and I seek the deepest truth—I imagine my tribe as a cyber-wired battalion of Jedi troops…I am not your poison—I am not psychically toxic…I register the […]
It was my first night on the psych ward…I submerged the Bible in the toilet—imagining that I would recreate the sacred text over the course of my stay…I imagined that the water would unearth messages and channel symbols not visible to the naked eye… Floridly manic and coming down from […]
Last night, the moon communed with Jupiter—someone told me to ask for what I want because I just might get it…with synapses firing at speeds faster than light, I asked for insight and foresight—I asked for knowledge of my noble purpose… today, I had a soul to soul convergence with […]
our vixens and our hustlers conjure epic supernatural sentience we deduce spiritual principles from the fulcrum of our collective experience erotic anthems seduce the mind arming us with tantric prescience erotic armadas patrol the scintillating seas of magical dialectical consciousness we conspire and inspire to build a global tantric […]
country twang meets harlem swing—an old town road to the world we begin…marinating and meditating—fornicating and innovating…enjoying the beat driving hard and synched—summoning the will to nurture and the will to resist…this poem is an ode to the dynamo known as lil NasX—he spits rhymes that inspire us to flip […]
we are barricade freaks rocking prada in the street—we style our rage in platinum shades shining strong and rolling deep…the sacred healing we seek amplifies our quest for psychic peace—our erotic tectonics seduce the commanders of our dreadnought fleet…as barricade freaks we charge ferociously into the streets—we dodge rubber bullets […]
my mind reverberates at hypomanic speed to the rhythms of the flickering flames–seven multicolored pillars of fire surround my sacred circle of evolving recovery arising untamed… this monument to the pyromanic is made of the vestiges of dozens of votives…i summon powers of magical incantation from a pantheon of sacred […]
manic zen from deep within fusing sin with oxygen–possibilities writhe and morph revealing potent visions usually accessed psychedelically…i have seen vivid fractals unfolding before my closed eyes…i have felt tantric erotic power erupting deep inside… in this wretched moment civilization is at stake–but i am removed from the world of […]
a flame explodes into view, so emblematic of our rage…we rise up to reconstitute a nation that was built to conquer and enslave…these are florid and manic nights followed by meditative and introspective days–we are trying to reinvent ourselves as a tsunami that can cleanse all of this emotional pain…light […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Our vibe is subtle, electric, and wild Your warmth is deeply attractive and your charms make me smile You are an ancient people’s warrior king and a cybernetic genius’ child We are bonded by the related demons that teem within our minds We have shared common struggles and bared vulnerable […]
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 […]
alone with my emotions, i am wracked by malaise—i contend with my demons clothed in varied shades of grey…i summon my defenses from near and far away–i imagine a present moment where i don’t yearn for what i crave…after two years living on dopamine, i am due for a course […]
lost in the grip of neurochemical riptides, i grope for an anchor or for a potent dose of dopamine—age old addictions resurge like pathologies ravaging interpersonal trust so viscerally and so suddenly…i have sown the seeds of a pernicious strand of sex addiction amplified by the allure of substances both […]