i am navigating ungodly hours and am hard wired by the energy i envision in our translucent night sky…ripples of light appearing like ancient hieroglyphics or cave paintings—all signs of spiritual transcendence impossible to deny…symbols tattooed into the clouds—melding contemporary graffiti with ancient mayan and egyptian iconography…i have spent the […]
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manic magicians ponder contradictions—conjuring new weapons for this system’s demolition…superhuman revelations infuse our psychic places—breeding insight and inspiration for our tribe’s preservation… seeing molecules in formation–hearing voices of inspiration…we prowl the streets of gotham fueled by drug-fueled desperation… the toxic essence of our nation is replayed on tv stations—white supremacist […]
the night is pregnant with possibilities aroused and penetrated by my manic brain…the joy is punctuated with urgency—and i am anything but insane..we are organizing with all our strength to uproot a totalitarian regime—we are fighting to amplify our many struggles using all of our arsenal deployed by any means…my […]
electrified by the moon and intoxicated by the stars—i seek fellow travelers in electric clubs and hipster bars…i want forever tonight—i want it deep in my soul—i will accrue passing years but i will never grow old…the future of our tribe lies with the nascent generations arising—we fight for liberation […]
love rises within and digs in her claws—holding hearts and minds in thrall…sex expresses what’s deep inside—karmic enchantment when she meets his eyes…separation and disintegration—carving up a complicated matrix…life and death—love and rage—there are costs to account for and psychic tolls to pay…the end is hard when two hearts have […]
the full moon inspires all of my internal intoxicants—serotonin and dopamine flowing like wine to christ’s supplicants…inspired inside by a cosmic symphony of instruments—i gaze with longing at a night sky so pregnant with resonance…pills and potions are the arsenal of my tribe—navigating the bipolar spectrum claiming the richness of […]
hyper-stimulated with eyes dilated—we celebrate the night until desire is sated…neurons wired and never tired—we seek ecstatic bliss and carnal delight…rebel divas styled fly always catch my eye—holding it down on the dance floor and making pretty boys cry…the search for ecstasy is so hypnotic—mesmerizing my mind and uprooting all […]
i am an angel patrolling mortal waters—seeking my brethren—my sons and daughters…by day i organize my tribe in the fight for cosmic truth—by night i tag walls and wear studded combat boots…i am a polyvalent poltergeist—a shape-shifter in poetic garb…i am powered by erotic energy—my mind thrives when cybernetically charged…street […]
its 4 am and i am intoxicated by dopamine–generated by the thirst i feel to transform our world…in a few hours we will take the streets and let our beautiful banners unfurl…its the day before yet another mobilization and i wonder about the depth of our resistance… i wonder about […]
so intoxicating—the pulsating aroma of erotic masculinity…so consuming—the unquenchable thirst for carnal company…manic zen is my home in these hours—i feel crescendos of ecstasy and sensual power…i long for nothing more potent than to share this energy with another…in this space on my spectrum i seek lovers and karmic brothers…bodies […]
flying high on dopamine i see visions in the sky…hieroglyphics everywhere seducing my mind late at night…when i close my eyes i see wormholes to distant galaxies…we must resist the pathologization of our tribe’s neurodiversity…i dream in staccato rhythms–refueling energy for the day ahead…i am wired in deep meditation–or feining […]
inspired by leia the vixen we arise—with truth in our pocket and glitter framing our eyes…we rise up to fight unrepentant evil—to do battle with the sith…we are rallying our troops looking for the Jedis in our midst…our powers are faintly formed but are imagined cinematically—we must learn to control […]
visions again—under the faint influence of internally created hallucinogens…a star migrating across the sky at an unnatural velocity—rivers of power flowing through my mind and body…a corona of light emerges to surround the flying star—leaving my brain wired and craving more…the sky maps our destiny—we are called to be space […]
when i meditate i often stare into mirrors—sometime i see other faces…karmic twins or psychic cyphers—other, but of me, and in a multitude of places…we seek our inner powers and pray for cosmic peace…while introspective i see many visions and get a taste of psychic relief…often the images i see […]
biochemical psychic fires fuel my journey and stoke my pyre…i live to love and love to live—i take no more than i have to give…we strive to transform this toxic system—we resist in tune with subterranean rhythms…the synergistic byproducts of neurodiversity are evident in art, in music, and in me…we […]
whose streets—our streets—so said the cops while suppressing speech…black lives on trial—neo-nazis on the rise—such a toxic miasma of moribund white pride…a US base on holy land—a criminal alliance—suppressing palestinian dreams—a magnet for arab defiance…our world grows smaller—and increasingly imperiled—climate change is threatening—our social system is sterile…its time to […]
our minds evolve at light speed—overstimulated by the digital detritus of our age…we are mired in ever more complicated webs of psychosocial distress–anxiety, depression, dysphoria and dissociation…simultaneously we are confronted by a toxic political miasma—patriarchal, transphobic, and misogynist white supremacy dressed in a cloak of post-apocalyptic patriotism…we resist with all […]
we are slaves to technology—and to the class in control…we transcribe a new pedagogy—reclaiming the creative human soul…the ancient rites of fire deserve a postmodern rebirth…fire destroys but it also gives birth…i meditate to flames fueled by wax and harder drugs—i will my mind to find peace—to look inward and […]
i am hypnotized by the starlight refracting through clouds…i feel power in my mind–a power to control humankind…the shimmering light makes me think i can see the digital miasma–vistas of dark matter outlining the emerging cylon matrix…to evolve is to be human–and ever mutating creation…in the dark night of this […]
my mind aflame with inspiration–my heart aflutter with expectation…I gaze at stars to define the matrix–for our tribe’s looming liberation…psychotropic and euphoric–so seductive and ecstatic…melding minds and fueling the tantric–seeing angels on high–so hypnotic…the synergy of tactics escalates–the symmetry of visions percolates…the primacy of solidarity animates–the potency of resistance conquers […]
prohomo symphonics deify this adonis…queering tectonics amplify the erotic…undressed and styled fly–you seduce with your eyes…lascivious and sanctified–you bless me with your desire…rock hard arms and supple abs transfix my mind late at night–dark skin and coarse dreds conjure tribal african rites…born free and raised brave–we conquer bigotry’s minions…trans and […]
since ancient times humankind has craved meaning and substance to fuel our days…we have worshipped many powers, many stars, many gods–we have survived thus far–somehow beating the odds…to attain a new future, human faith must fly free–finding a confluence of mysticisms for a new pedagogy…we are crafting a new religion […]
we see our destiny in stars, in visions, and in dreams…we pray for strength in this moment to resist this toxic proto-fascist disease…known as freaks to some, for our neurodiversity…we rise determined and fight as one–demanding a new way of being…manic depressive or schizophrenic–we are more than our diagnoses…defying codification […]
a child star—a cosmic gift—left ensnared by celebrity’s kiss…a prophetic scream—a scream of hope and rage—dancing in ecstasy on the stage…brother michael gone far too soon—our world misses his passion, his genius, his croon…tortured by bigotry—scarred so deep…his life inspires while his body sleeps…a soul immortal—blessed with divine energy—the king […]
striving to live in the moment but craving so much more…neurons firing in a torrent –craving gaga’s lucious cure…time is so relative–so subject to perceptive change…we relive our pasts incessently until we learn to carve our own way…sex-charged and politically radical–the most potent combination…my pansexuality leaves me a man-whore–seeking seduction […]
ancient myths meet modern rites—karmic lovers conjoin at night…orion’s arrow pierced medusa’s hide—serpents strike-gorge-then die…icarus flew to heaven’s door—wings hand-made withstood no more…burned alive on nirvana’s shore—giving birth to hellenic lore…rosa told the story of sisyphus—moving rocks in a toxic grip…class war maps our karmic trip—marching hard with chain-mailed fists…prohomo […]