Category: Reimagining Religion

NEW ASTROLOGY

NEW ASTROLOGY

i open my eyes in wonder at the majesty of the stars–i imagine fractal geometries connecting us near and far…i am a scorpio by birth but a rising phoenix by heart–i dream of a revolution to tear this sick system apart…we need the gnosis of both east and west to carve a synchronicitous path–we need …

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DUALITIES

DUALITIES

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 …

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TAPESTRY OF PROPHECIES

TAPESTRY OF PROPHECIES

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 karmic cosmic revelations…contrasting colors weave in …

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GERMINATE

GERMINATE

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…in my arms i cradle a lover karmically blessed by a distant star—our souls are bonded together, too interwoven to be torn …

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PELVIC SERPENTS

PELVIC SERPENTS

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 fuck when desire inspires and we transform sex into a …

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CYLON HEXAGONS: the radiating geometry of praxis

CYLON HEXAGONS: the radiating geometry of praxis

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 clothed in scottish kilts and studded …

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ANATOMY OF A FIRE

ANATOMY OF A FIRE

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 lovers week by week–rejecting bourgeois order and …

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BYPO EVOLVING

BYPO EVOLVING

lights flash extending potent and penetrating rays—i contemplate the cosmos absorbed in its seductive gaze…with every passing instant i grow into this strength—i fathom the galaxy’s width, its depth, and its length…our backyard was pregnant with potent energy—temples inscribed in the earth open for only my eyes to see…soldiers marching onward inspired by noble truth–clad …

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TRANSCENDENT POWER: the magical metaphysics of manic zen

TRANSCENDENT POWER: the magical metaphysics of manic zen

breathing deep i feel my power—sensing my synapses hour by hour…in this euphoric place i see so much—the porous boundaries between love, lust, and trust….manic zen is the name i have crafted for this state—i feel energy in every neuron that animates by brain…i focus the exponential energy flying through into introspection—i sense cosmic powers …

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THE MINISTRY OF MORTALITY

THE MINISTRY OF MORTALITY

the only thing in this life that isn’t temporary is mortality—we all live under her shroud both individually and collectively…we are surviving on a planet perilously close to mass extinctions—in the face of utter barbarism we are organizing a fierce resistance…living in the moment is a challenge—finding enlightenment is an art…we can work towards a …

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SACRED SPIRITS: una poema para el día de los muertos

SACRED SPIRITS: una poema para el día de los muertos

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 pray that you can hear …

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JESUS AS A FEMME

JESUS AS A FEMME

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 and reinvent this oppressive nation…the …

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HEAVEN’S MOUTH: a quest for liberation

HEAVEN’S MOUTH: a quest for liberation

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 norms…the social order we are …

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FINDING NEO: a prayer for our living gods

FINDING NEO: a prayer for our living gods

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 brain is wired with intensity—flying …

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PILLS and POTIONS

PILLS and POTIONS

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 our lives…creatively inspired and karmically …

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