you see us dance among you, but fail to sense our jedi powers in emergence—we conjure rites of love and liberation aspiring towards an all encompassing transformational resurgence…we sync our bypo minds through the meditative practices of erotic pleasure and service–I can’t choose my apocalypse squad but i can recruit a fractalyzed global battalion of …
slap me across the face while we vogue in this non-binary place…life is a journey but never a race—we thrive in community, in love, and in grace…hold me down and tell me you love me—i want to see your entrancing eyes above me…this penetration is so potent you don’t need to drug me— you amplify …
you penetrate my heart–you penetrate my mind…you amplify my spirit leaving angels to frolic deep inside…the rhythms of my psyche are modulated by your eyes…we build rebellions to transform our world into a better child of our hybrid minds…sex can transport us to sacred places and transformational spaces…it can be a glue that binds exponentially …
Refracting through my month of visions has been a vast pyramid with a maze underneath—its enclaves house nascent spirits arising from the magical deep…I am a disciple of emergent strategy as I have become a disciple of sleep—I recruit an army of freedom fighters to evict our rulers from their ruthlessly despotic keep We cannot …
visions this intense have never before penetrated my mind—i see with godlike vision peering through amplified love fueled eyes…fractals manifest everywhere conveying prophecies for our disciples to find—this spiritual and erotic armor prepares us to leave the toxicity of this system behind…i am ripening through so much beauty and experiencing so much growth—i pray that …
i am a fractal infecting the matrix—a reborn intifada uprooting the empire’s military bases…from the sands of the desert where divinity recreates us—we craft a reborn faith whose zeitgeist can sustain us…we need a holy war to uproot this toxic fascist order—a jihad of epic proportions to ensure our people aren’t destroyed…our manic minds imagine …
give and take–hope and change…healing trauma and psychic pain…guilt and shame conquered by love and rage…envisioning a new world molded by revolutionary ways…crafting truth–connecting souls…love is a power greater than their hoarded gold…we breath deep and seek the gods of old…meditation brings peace making the spirit whole…we meet friends and lovers on this sacred path…we …
a week of pain: a week of blame–emotional nausea holds my spirit in chains…looking deep inside examining my ways–aspiring to give back more than i take…seeds of fire rising higher–consummating revolutionary desire…born to dance and to inspire–praying for liberation from this psychic quagmire…restrictions of cognition breed dysfunction and addiction…breaking patterns and healing trauma build new …
riding the waves of heroin and speed–feeding my needs but making me bleed…i pray for the future that has been prophecied–i pray for a world of love, justice, and peace…my eyes and my mind are opened so wide–i can’t keep my visions locked up deep inside…i share what i see with energy and with pride–i …
we resist in the shadow of a viciously kleptocratic and satanic cabal—a regime based on the most toxic ruling ideology holding so many white minds in thrall…we unleash our revolutionary prayers that this unholy babylon will fall—we build a revolutionary praxis that values transcendent relationships above all…tens of millions yearn for a blue wave in …
i am beyonce and madonna fused with gaga and rihanna–we are raging cokehead ballers meditating on the zen of karma…i am jesus and mohammad fused with buddha the eastern prophet–i am athena’s lust-fueled cupid fucking comrades and tantric pupils…i don’t want control i want to let go–let godlike powers shield my soul cuz we go …
we are virtual lovers fused by cyber-wired connections—we are mirrors of one another: we are psychotropic reflections…the pornographic revolution has reimagined the morphology of sexuality—connecting our senses to possibility and omnipresent carnal fantasy…i breathe the vapors deeply and feel the pulse of the flow of time—i imagine that you nurse my cock just before you …
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 like divine infantry we rewrite …
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 of science fiction…civil war and imperial power …
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 …
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 this battle are high—it is …
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 breathe…i know there is truth in …
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 and present trauma and pain …
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 visions cohere–psychic trauma is erased…emotional …
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 in the womb of my mouth—i …