01.20.2012

and I do speak of the extroverted symphony 

that plays ongoing

OUTHERE

in the world. 

I do believe space

adapts to our mental being

adapts well

to our being

mental.

fighting the direction in motion

blows flows though my veins

fighting every idea of brave

that is my stay in this paralysis

(every brother being fighting to fight

to remain wicked to fight every

prayer of soul that we may stay

on earth that we may linger

in the fields of glory that we may

notion to humanity whole of

this most primitive spiritual thing.) 

I hear voices of old in

the other room

but I wonder,

are they soft voices against 

thin walls

or are they hard voices booming against

a field of space?

fuck it, interbred.

The tide of breath

I feel my senses I feel blood flowing out of me intimately I feel
water soaking into my bones and protecting them from wind
I feel energy everywhere and I'm sorry that I do.

I will always seek out wealth and not riches.

It's okay that I need my blue generation for place.
It's okay that I searched for tribe and found my skin colourful
to be relative to all.

I remember the Universe. I remember giving it my soul
and accidentally finding everything I ever wanted.

It's okay if my pocket goes hungry if my mouth does not.
It's okay if my mouth goes hungry if my heart does not.

I feel electricity alive in my body
especially when I'm calm.

 

 

 

See I'm fashioned like mother this planet except

my rivers run red and my secrets are humiliating. 

 

01.01.2012

Everything is fine with me it's
the year of my murder-
it's the year of my death
by water
by submitting
to the depth
it's the year of my depth.

Remember our bodies clashing
Remember our families mating
Remember how I looked
when I
floated to the top
bloated, but still pink
still full of fertility
in the year of my death.

And this,
twenty fourth year of 3
one hundreds and a couple of moons
I find myself symbolic.

This year I become Mother
but not of my womb.

This death I give myself
to be carefilled and ripe
to every _ _ _ _ _ dying.