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 […]
Reimagining Religion
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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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
we’ve been in the orbit of the same celestial presence—we’ve shared compelling moments—examining her essence…neurochemistry firing on speed—dopamine in overdrive…we clicked instantaneously—feeling euphorically alive…beauty comes in many guises—love wears many masks…i feel a potent connection—i have met a brother on my karmic path…polyamorous and pantheistic—we live it up and conspire…vibing […]
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 […]
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 […]
visceral faith ebbs and flows—raising the roof and opening doors…giving in to what we do not know—blessed by angels and demons above and below…apostasy and symphony—alchemy and artistry…building a struggle rooted deep—ruling the night and holding the keys…our movements rise to fight and strive—seeking more than being merely alive…astrological serpents […]
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 […]
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 […]
the left is literally littered with insular secular cults—devoted to their pantheons of lenin, trotsky, and marx…to overcome the satanic forces storming the gates of power—will require ideological flexibility morphing constantly hour to hour…the power of the marxist matrix is blunted by mental sterility—leaving its adherents recycling tautologies like fundamentalists […]
sacrificial offerings placate the wife of shiva…sacred fires fuel the brilliance of our trans and femme divas…locked in wax and oil is the power to shed light…we need our fires stoked–we need rebels willing to fight…a nascient batallion of bypo freaks has evolved the rite of fire therapy…we meditate on […]