I am a miners daughter. I am a gold panners' wife.
He is busy gold panning while I run around the forest enjoying nature.
Left alone, of no interest, no comparison to the prospect of gold.
As I sit here naked, I wish that I was an interesting as the prospect of gold.
I wish my gold were being sifted from the sands, with his hands.
I am pure gold, why can't he see.
He bought the claim, he has the deed.
But my gold goes unnoticed, as does my needs.
Nature heals all
A gentle breeze can
lift the negative thoughts
The soothing waters
Can bring solace
To those in need
Supplements the transition
From your past self to your new self
And it is through Fire
That you are reborn,
Unchained to your troubled passed
Free to start a new life.
Standing by the class
all these kids
and they ask where is my phone
glued to these things
inanimate in nature
physical is the feeling
keep your eyes away
for all the people
that you wish to hide
go and hide inside a hole
hide your face from
all these people
that think they know your hunger
for this pride that you have been hiding
put your hate on your head
put yourself back in blue
introvert style man what should I Do?
We blazed and the memory after was so hazy
I unpaused the video and continued where we left off
And put visine in my eyes because of the irritation
I thought it would clear the path of what was to come
Back and forth of 20 questions left unanswered
Because it was overwhelming and the light was too bright
So you put on your all black shades to tame it and soon those 20 questions came down to 0
I left purgatory, not anymore caught in between the two
I repented my sins , my reward was you
Although it wasn't what I had wanted at first Beggars can't be choosers
I'm glad I get to have your body as much we want
I'm glad I get to have as many pills touch my tongue and put me in trans
I'm glad I get to have your cold breath give my neck goosebumps until I have to fade into the real world of drunken nights, pills, responsibilities , bills, cranky professors, being psychedelically in touch with nature, enjoying the breeze.
we can question the nature of art,
what it means to be beautiful.
I see hopscotch in chalk on sidewalks,
children laughing and playing while a political picture,
stares blankly down at them from a brick wall.
I see that,
and around the corner is a
that illuminates the area as existing through poverty
but it doesn't stop
kids from playing. Even if the city pays a man to take down the
because adults are afraid.
While we decide what is worth keeping,
can we please remove that
Please, it's poorly drawn, and it leads to
And that's scary,
i allowed you to take the wheel
and steer our relationship in the
like a virtuous child,
i instilled my trust into you,
believing that our hearts were beating
to the same rhythm.
but you had a severe case of arrhythmia.
you took my feelings,
and threw them into the pond for the swans
to nibble on.
and then nature took its course.
you distorted my words,
making me believe that i wasn't worthy
of your presence;
of your grace.
you dissected those nouns,
and threw an adjective in my face
that left a permanent scar.
a scar my brain won't forget.
and i when i shed that tear,
i knew i had lost you.
i had lost my first love.
i lost my innocence,
and i knew then
that i would never love again.
There is a resonating rhythm which cultivates a warm embrace from electric boldness.
Congruence is to be found within the fire of an athame, where familiarity can direct energy from each quarter of sacred space.
As nature displays her petals with utmost sincerity, there is certain direction to northerly earth, eastern air, southern fire and westerly water.
Invocations are personal. I now feel the need to consummate our equilibrium. Please do not be offended.
How could you Think,
That you do not
You are made of.
Reversion of Nature
Where none of us are
Where do these stipulations come from?
What 'is' Enough?
What is Ethnicity?
What about the Asian woman with a
Born and Raised.
How is she Stereotyped?
Why this need to Classify?
Choose what your
Ears are Privy too.
It is Known.
Who you Are.
F L I G H T.
Observe Self First.
Decide the Definition of
Dec 2, 2013
As I brushed the snow off our car,
Like peeling a blanket back from a sleeping world,
Aren't we still supposed to be asleep?
Mother Nature still has not woken
Should we not follow her lead
And keep our heads under pillows of snow
Until the Sun shakes us from our slumber?
O Orpheus, where is our fair city? transition sewer,
condition green, language declares pity. in theory,
cannibalism is an intricate part of survival, written in the
unwritten doctrine of Amerikan capitalism. Parallax Captain
shipwrecks all of the indirect propositions in Texas, an
amazing individual. book five politica creates cannibals,
we sprouted out of grass flourishing at Nuremberg like
the age of the Orc. Delillo's theory part three, painters
buried in eclipse, outer corona brushes flu of shadow (NARRATION
CONTINUES) BROADSIDE fundamentalists reject any
status of equality not because it exists—they are the only ones
that know it exists. Step in the arena Guru pleaded, reject
prospects dubbed divine, because that is no way to be treated.
This is in nature, a cents of dualism, separating belief and
action. Popper's critique on Plato is not on Plato, but on
Amerikan capitalism. self-mutilating oppression. Wynton
believes in family, but didn't speak to Branford for 5 years,
we have choices.
Preemo cuts quicker than chemistry, he has Cecil Taylor's hands.
BROADSIDE fundamentalist's know that DJ's are outspoken
grocery store muralists, they are philosopher-painters.
BROADSIDE fundamentalists are in the arena.
the image is the arena and the arena in the image. tickets are free
and can be acquired from various metaphysical turn tables
every day, all hours of the day.