Showing posts with label power. Show all posts
Showing posts with label power. Show all posts

I Knelt Down


I knelt down
in reverence
to the river,
tender kisses
on the curves
of her
ebbs and flows.

It was heartbreaking though,
to watch
bodies and spirits,
beat out
our own traumas
on each other’s bones,
patterns repeating
their virus glitches,
malicious verbage
and cruel bloodied marks,
profane hypocrites
reciting sacred odes
yet spitting sadistic
eulogies during
birthing rites.
Gasp.
Panic.
Couldn’t bare the sight of it,
no honey, Im sorry but Ive just already
wept so much today.

Mmm breath,
slow down now,
hush the rough,
halt the constant
proving of fancy fucking,
predictable games and
classes in cool
with their
tight-assed smiles,
sad-eyed
stupid smoker habits,
nodding heads at all the right shoes
and accessories,
laughing at bad jokes
that no one in the room even understands.

Instead my dear,
explore the sensuality
of each space
between single notes
in cut times
and quickened heartbeats,
pulses throbbing in sync,
soaking pussies,
erect nipples,
quick sighs,
sarcastic rhymes,
Kama Sutra salutations,
in graveyards,
over mountaintops,
between soft thighs,
lips supple and
waiting,
give rest
and sanctuary from the
world’s harsh turnings,
violent lashings out
of power
lust media
rapes,
wrath iron
goblets,
suckled pigs
of state and gold.
Enough.
They cease to rule
once you choose
to be free
of that drenched
machine
dripping poisoned
shaped nails,
greed faking happy,
lust faking love,
and oh how power means
fucking nothing but
a bad tagline wrapped in tinsel.

So I lifted up my
third eye high
and slept low
and in
heavy
pleasure
with the moon
moaning ecstasy
into the night,
then snuggled down deep
into the ocean,
re-learning to breathe.

Thunder


Through all the crazy,
the bullshit,
drama queens
in their giant machine
dreams,
my little brothers
taught me infinite
old soul wisdom,
far more than
all your harsh ramblings,
disguised,
albeit well,
as awakenings.
I see through you
to the other side.

I dare you,
stand in my dreams,
demented demons,
and just try it,
to tease me away
from my focus.
I shall not
leave here,
until cancer is washed out,
disease showing
a system malfunction,
spooky hallucinations,
brainwash drugs,
killer instincts,
drowning, in symptoms,
fear-mongers
hiding
in fields of poppies,
right there,
in broad fucking
daylight,
I can see you
Monster,
must exorcize you
out the body,
out the mind,
out the spirit.
We had enough
poisoned teacake
for now,
thanks.

Headed towards the
light,
my angels,
we are birthing
new cathartic rites and rights,
terrific transformations,
organic organizations,
righteous rebellions,
fight off the
fevered flies
festering at your skin,
our breath,
slows,
shaking loose
chains,
tearing down
prison walls,
together
we walk brethren
forward,
or not at all.

In the rain,
mixed with spices,
we
came down,
like thunder,
on the brilliant earth,
spines entangled,
magic moments
in which
lucid visions
lead the way
to revolution.

The graveyard bones
of our ancestors
rise
in holy places,
to fight as one
against the wrangled wraths
of this so-called
golden age, ha.

Bombs falling on
my babies,
I cried out,
why,
how could our
mothers bare it?
The sight
had me
curled up
on the attic floor
sobbing,
your blindness
astounds me to headaches
and nausea,
lusting guns breeding
nothing more than lusting guns,
violence from our hands
shook the rafters
of our brittle heaven, and
frightened the
weather into
patterns befitting
a madhouse,
what a mockery of the
heaven,
possible on earth, that
I saw through the eye of a needle,
found the morning after,
as I stirred my tea.

The serpent
opens
the one
red eye
he owns,
hunted down a
hurricane and raped
her for it,
he hisses
paranoia out
on the masses,
like a drunk fog.
Year after year,
history after bloodbath history,
we think we can
FIGHT off fear,
cut it down
with weapons and
gritty machines,
with ugly words to others,
nasty slurrings,
hanging good men,
to prove what?
That you could death-out
the piece of him that you
saw in the mirror,
the piece of you
that wouldn’t die, 
dont be absurd.
Point that gun in
my face,
and I outright laughed at the thought.
To think I would obey
such a silly act?
Power with metal and anger
is illusion, you fool,
cant threaten me with death
for we take tea every Thursday
and she speaks of her sorrows and
I hold her in her sleep,
while she screams and shivers,
oh what horrid visions must flit
through that lovely little head,
I know her well and
thus,
from your rage,
I am free.