spirits of life—angels of death…hermanas y hermanos—give me your breath…we traverse the earth—we search high and low…we seek karmic rebirth—buscamos el cielo…espiritus santos—cosmic incisions…we strive for solidarity—we name our own missions….dia de los muertos—day of the dead…we honor the memories of ancestors living on in our heads…sacred spirits—poders de dios…we […]
politics
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its indictment monday and heads are rolling—its a perp walk of the privileged and our resistance is growing…we are fighting for regime change here at home—we are fighting for a future that justice and karma will condone…manafort is going down—flynn was booted out in disgrace…but we need more than the […]
its been more than three years since i jumped off key bridge—almost ending a life that at the time felt so tortured…never consciously suicidal i was caught in a visceral panic attack following a dream that felt like a premonition of a torturous shift at the georgetown establishment known as […]
the winds of change are blowing with force—we face toxic politics in bombastic voice…the tweeter in chief rips apart gains won by our movements—but our insurgency is growing building tunnels linking to us…i see waves of energy in the sky dancing with fractals of electricity—i feel divine spirits channeling through […]
i see parabolas and hyperbolas in the fires i burn outside—the fractals that coat my sky are the signature of the night…i feel energy and possibility emanating from deep inside—my dreams consume my consciousness bringing peace and taking flight… churning flames resemble hurricanes orbiting a floating rope–we imagine a power […]
if jesus were alive today she’d be a black trans woman in the belly of the beast—if our cosmic power were brought to bear we’d uproot this sick system with all its insipid ideological disease…a black jesus would defend migrant families from deportation—she’d tear down the wall at the border […]
thoroughly consumed by manic zen my imagination is flying free…i pray that the lithium will do its work and keep the most perilous demons buried deep…psychopharmacology is a science but its practice is mostly an art–finding the right cocktail involves many detours and innumerable false starts…the brain and body are […]
my mind is wired on hyper-drive—stimulated and cyber-wired… synapses flooded with dopamine—make me dance and make me scream… the untapped power of our minds is immense—galactic energy in the present tense… forging new connections and new revelations—bringing light to the dark and unleashing cosmic creation… the riptides lure me towards […]
as long as our ancestors have inhabited this earth—we have sought stories to give meaning to our death and our birth…we have craved sex, money, power, and pride—we have yearned to give voice to what gestates inside…the human species has evolved to yearn and transform—creating new systems and crafting new […]
we are creatures of the night–we surface when we crave company… we transcribe sermons weaved of pure light–we arise as a hypnotic symphony… midnight vespers in search of supplicants–transgressive rebels opposing sycophants… we rise to resist cognitive dissonance–we build power to resist photo-fascist elements… trans and queer vagabonds we rise […]
i see ancient idols in the sky—i dance with angels late at night…my neurotransmitters are caught in a blazing fire—my psyche longs to languish in the light…if you let me into your matrix—i promise never to let you down…if you let me know what you are facing—i promise to extend […]
magnetic and hypnotic—surreal and psychotropic… i indulge in my vices—both addictive and erotic… moments of meditation sustain my psychic peace… moments of revelation give my soul a taste of relief… love a lifetime ago comes back at light speed… my boundaries are porous and my thirst for pleasure is deep… […]
at night i tag city streets—or patrol for luscious finds…i live with reckless abandon—i crave the pleasure of carnal nights…i forge a karmic alliance—between the righteous and the wicked…we rise up in defiance—and give in to lust and her lascivious kindred…manic depressive heart and soul—i navigate my cerebral poles…i believe […]
we search this earth for love we hope to find–we explore many hearts–we shape many minds…holistically invested in this karmic exploration–i dig deep into my soul for succor and salvation…deep in mediation or aroused by dopamine–my senses crave sensation–my body learns to breathe…instead of seeking my one–i open my heart […]
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 […]
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 […]
rising proud and standing strong—the quest for justice is centuries long…we brand our bodies like graf-heads bomb walls—we tell our stories in colors and we celebrate our beauty with songs…i crossed paths today with a beautifully branded phoenix—traveling from afar and resonating with my matrix…we give from our souls as […]
infinitesimal but potent they control our minds—training nerves and synapses to fire deep inside…a toxic virus has arisen laced with systemic crime—distorting our collaborative nature and reenacting the lord of the flies…we are ruled by heartless robber barons—skilled only in legalized theft…their souls are sickly and barren—they are steering us […]
men in skirts with fiercely lined lips—dance and spin and grind their hips…ladies butched up in lesbonic attire—inspire my mind and lift it higher…trans women were the vanguard of the stonewall uprising—but were then marginalized and pushed to the side…we must elevate all our sisters—trans or cis—we must strive for […]
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 […]
guns can kill or preserve life—queered up punks reclaim the night…ammunition stocked in plain sight—aimed at the enemies of our karmic fight…finely-styled brothers in camouflage fatigues—proving their metal stoked up on speed…tunneling to zion and flying free—cosmic forces reemerge from the deep…te amo baby is what we cry—challenging state power […]
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 […]
she is a ninja of the night—a living angel aloft in flight…she is the mistress of sexual delight—and the arbiter of cosmic karma’s might…our sisters are rising proud—demanding solidarity…its time to shut patriarchy down—time for transcendent feminism to claim the streets…we marched for black women—we marched to uproot white supremacy…meaningful […]