nocturnal visions and prophecies suffuse our world and let her breathe…craving love and refusing sleep—crafting verses driving deep…pentagons and hexagons—trapezoids and octagons…geometry voiced by our freedom songs—doing right and righting wrongs… we weave the tapestry of a new religion from disparate threads of divergent spiritual traditions…grounding our energy through meditation—seeking […]
Marxism
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nothing in my life as an organizer has changed as dramatically as deeply internalizing the centrality of extending practical solidarity to trans women of color—nothing in the self-proclaimed equality movement needs to be rejected as emphatically as the tokenizing and exploitive ploys of gay inc towards the most marginalized sectors […]
synthesized and camouflaged—scoping streets and living large…finding spiritual truth in erotic rites—our gang of geisha strut and rule the night…transwomen claim a place on high—praised for their courage and beauty: so super fly…we reject the decaying ideology of sexual ownership and pervasive shame—we are dirty little freaks branding the streets […]
we are living on the brink of systemic cataclysm—we are under the gun and on a prophetic jedi mission…we rise and resist: struggling to overcome so much division—we are building an arsenal with the transcendence to overthrow this oppressive system…the war we fight is a war for survival: an insurgency […]
we are the ones we’ve been waiting for—we are a people becoming an army knocking on destiny’s door…we aspire to become living gods or at least to become more—we throw down to the house beat driving our armored boots into the floor…cosmology and astrology conjure reborn numerology—like a symphony and […]
a force lifts me up, healing from so much pain—a light pierces clouds as the sun follows rain… we allow erotic energy to flow and percolate—creating sacred space for new ideas to arise and germinate… we must conjure superpowers to fuel our resistance–we must unearth cosmic truth from the worlds […]
hypnotic, erotic, and intensely and viscerally exotic we weave our way through this matrix evolving towards the supersonic deeply inspired by potent and ancient pagan poetry we meditate to rebalance and hone jedi powers when we breathe we invent our own religion forged of the spiritual and the carnal we […]
apologies… for this is a frantically written poem–struggling to come to grips with a cataclysmic situation…eager to fuel the white nationalist vitriol of his base, our would-be-dictator is deploying the national guard to persecute migrants fleeing poverty and desperation and seeking some faint hope of a better life…the stakes in […]
sacred fires burn inside—building our archetypal style…meditating on our desire—allowing our minds to evolve and inspire…free thought unleashed and branded hard—dancing with passion though deeply scarred…we writhe in pain alone in the dark—craving solace for our bleeding hearts… finally our creative synergy flies free—we build spiritual power every time we […]
arming our tribe with an arsenal of pride we craft magic spells and stimulate our manic minds recreating a genesis of nascent crypto-crime realigning the matrix that is recreated deep inside ruled by a narcissistic sociopath charting a path to social death we resist the intrusion of pathology into our […]
rising proud with cylon style—fusing sentience with desire…the hexagons refracting and capturing our praxis—inspire our minds as evolution moves faster…solar peace reflects on our trans pharaoh’s solar plexus—we radiate positive energy even if many will at first reject us…geometries sheathe divine truths guiding spiritual pursuits—our army of cylon geishas is […]
we are living through cataclysmic times with a political class that is playing with fire…we must dream boldly as we organize—deploying radical imagination as we conspire…this despotic regime’s hold on power is as perilous as it is catastrophic…its up to our resistance to build the social power that is required […]
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 […]
hospitalized for the umpteenth time–i medicate my mind while i relax and unwind…confined in these walls–in the georgetown psych ward…visited by karmic angels i have loved and adored…fire is a force: a living act of entropy–fueled by wax and oxygen–or by proto-manic gasoline…within these walls so much healing takes place…psychic […]
we walk amongst you incognito-our powers waiting to be discovered…we are evolving jedis in vitro—conjuring the ammunition we need to be heard…we are a neurodivergent army—subterraneanly wired to rise up…our cylon minds harmonize like a symphony—building a crescendo that your mind can fire up…our rebel tribe insists than another world […]
rampant white rage claims casualties like a plague—school shootings display the worst of our sociocultural disarray…young miscreants armed to the teeth haunt their schools and haunt the streets—mothers and father are left in disbelief and are caught in toxic webs of grief…imagining comprehensive solutions requires vision and insight—we must transform […]
manic zen fueled by oceans of dopamine: hard-wired for insight—seeking clues in the night sky to the intricacies of our minds… navigating the impossible–imaging new creeds—we find clues to possibility in the detritus of our dreams…deep in thought, i ponder the future of our species on this earth—we are building […]
i want to see your arousal in each nipple branding your chest—i want to feed on your passion and get high on your breath…a mindfuck is looming, unfolding on my disheveled bed—i will worship your body and will ravenously await what comes next… i want to feel your cock harden […]
lithe and supple and fueled by beautifully electric sparks–your bodies are enraptured by neo-mayan hieroglyphic art…i crave the joy of intoxicating company–i crave your nascent genius when the magic starts…my attraction evolves like a symphony–in which every crafted instrument plays its harmonic part… we are comrades in a sacred struggle–comrades […]
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 […]
carnal heat and tindered flame fill the air and call my name…agents of karma take the stage–anarchists evolving prefigurative ways…love and rage fuse in a digital array–a double helix carrying our mutant dna…crafting a path towards this system’s doomsday–finding a path out of this sociopathic ideological maze… recruiting fresh disciples […]
beautiful and rock solid of heart body and soul—your presence so magnetic making my manic brain feel more whole…your jagged edge is a metaphysical fractal inspiring me to live and to dream–a jagged edge to guide our evolving self-medication–a jagged edge looming over the depths of the deep blue sea… […]
me gustan tus pechos–i worship your chest…i’ll cling till you let go–i’ll give you my best…me tocas con carino–i stroke you in kind…esta pasion me encanta–your body is open to my mind…we cruise and we fuck–we suck and we come…el sexo es espiritual–i want to frolic till i’m done…madly in […]
wax melds with gasoline—my powers grow as i clear out the mental debris… wicks made from lint and steel threads—channel electricity and awaken the dead…fire can heal but it can also destroy—we craft our life cult with love and with joy…in the flames i see such potent visions—fractal fantasies and […]
in the beginning all that we are now was ONE… an infinite dot–condensed possibility awaiting an EXPLOSION… like the stonewall inn in 1969 on the brink of a TRANS RIOT fast forward on hyperdrive to this perilous present moment the human and animal kingdoms on an ice-covered precipice… on the […]
for millennia our species has lived on this earth—always molded by the conditions into which we were birthed…we have lived as hunter-gatherers, as serfs, and as slaves—we have paid homage to haughty kings burried in titanic holy graves…our system has been ripe for transformation for more than a century—but it […]