Rise, my sisters, rise

For the waking glory of the skies

Carries the ancient goddess

of dawn to your windows.

Awake and rise

And meet one another.

Greet with the genuine

Kiss of women power.

Gather the grains of rights

From the fields of our mothers.

no, We must no longer delay,

We shall take away

What was created by

The singing birds

Who call for us.

Sweet is the shade

of our demanding raid

And sweet is the display

of poetic lungs

Who shine and parade.

don’t underestimate or

speak the wrong way.

No.

It is not us who will

Wither and fade,

But the beards of our kings

Who will fall to extinct.

The kingdom of stars

Shall be ours,

And your wishes for more power

Have become nothing but

tormented curse beyond

Your very last hour.

So allow the riot of blame

amongst the innocence to the

Far-fetched shame;

Those who will always

Stay the same.

Those who frame their game,

And wear satan as there last name.

leaving us, yes, us, women,

to rust with the chains.

but i say,

We will always exclaim:

WOMEN

WILL

NEVER

BE TAMED.

-Arizona

Will it be that phantom lovers

Illustrate kisses of moon flowers

Within Its dreams and send it

upon your woozy current of sleep?

How they press upon your pillows

for souls to speak a fragrance ever so sacred

Never for a soul to keep.

So shall it be with a moment

when you draw in its scent

Will the summoning of you fall echoing

in every depth of your endless compass,

Indulged in content

Reaching you to the shadows of  the naked trees

Where the bats come to greet

thrown into the swelling of the seas- surging

And thronging of the white blooded elite

amidst the women, who are oh so petite.

I realize

I am in my dream.

Walking abundantly in my spiked sheath

Matching the flickering of the suns wreath

Offering the sacrifice of my fanged teeth

To halo the acres of sunflowers

That beam from your face.

Only true mother nature can tremble a thousand souls of envy

by the extol that is not from her grace

In that case

**** all that is true

Send it to the dreams of hell

in a black box adorned with fine lace

With kind words of thank and you.

I stay green all through my rind

I tell myself, don’t follow the blind

I tell myself don’t act unkind

I tell myself don’t abide combined

Speaking malign

Whispers now become wails preaching

Be in the right state of mind!— Peace of mind.!

Abandon the unrefined!

Remind that we are all mankind

!that we have been assigned

to stay on the grind!

And meanwhile find

The shadow we leave behind!

And finally answer

why do we comply to a life so confined!

And all in all

I am still asleep

Concocted  in a libertarian dimension so passionately deep

Driving my souls energy to rejuvenating madness it weeps

Emptying clouds carrying legions upon

legions of breathing ancient seas.

Reducing utopia, exiting the scenes.

Now choked door and blackness

Weightless amongst the scanning of chakras

Here iam

Dragging of feet through meadows of red

Could it be that I have awakened in the land

of the dying and dead?

Where the blood paints the sky an awful shade of red

And no specific cry will you hear

But a simultaneous screech cementing your ears.

It is not my feet that I lug

But my ****** knees that on its own dug

A grave ever so snug

That when it hugs

Ribcages become holding hands

While flesh is the feast to underground larva lands.

Like the beggar with hands who wishes for hands of alms.

Like the reader of fortunes with no voluntary palms.

As it is like a land force-fed with war and never ending bombs

These are sights that awaken me with qualms.

-Arizona

Upon the summer hills of Santa Rosa,

As I was laying near the flume,

With a belly as big as the sun,

I heard the peaceful streaming of my womb.

Motionless I held my breath and listened

To the winds rune, it frolicked with the

Trees green hair adorned with purple bloom.

And as I laid I felt the golden poppies

Grasp gods work of art, to gift the pulsing

Of the earth with the rhythm of your fragile heart.

And with that moment, the world stood still

Humming violin-guitars, I sensed myself

A boy with infant eyes made up of clustered stars.

We suddenly were no longer human

But a single molecule sailing softly beyond

The sky, carrying nothing but breathing

Jewel buds singing secrets of the universe

Through a simple sigh.

This memory lives upon these hills

And your name breaths with its roots

One thousand newborns screaming life

As I give birth to natures fruit.

-Arizona

When we are gifted with the secret knowledge of life,

it is in our heart’s nature to exult and boast with flurry; this feeling is power making love and giving birth, upon rapid waves of universal symphonic hums of intelligence rooting inside your true core and bursting through your bloodstream.

However,

When such a lucid instance occurs,

surrender to silence,

for silence is the humble endowment you cosmically place upon the universes’ crown, as wisdom is what it celestially places upon yours.

Verbal language can never prove what the enlightening language of silence delivers.

the spiritual light recites its poetry in the psyche’s temple of wisdom that eternally makes up the soul, a sanctuary that we all must gain knowledge of, constantly be aware of, acknowledge, and nurture.

Only those who seek shall receive and in their triumph accept the religion of silence.

true language channels through the silenced mind and with that obtain truth.

-Arizona

I.

I awoke with different eyes today;

What felt like the eyes of Antares;

A lucid frenzy orbiting

ambrosial crimson dahlias,

Laughing.

You bore witness to the opening of my ribcage

That I have solemnly manifested

for your mind only.

I have opened my rib cage for you, yes,

Like a weeping delicate bloom,

Birthing in the winter desert,

travail.

This is your virginity

Mothered by my violent torn hands;

My bones shudder;

Vibrations of prophecies,

Oracles of each single atom

Bursting within the cosmos, singing—

I prostrate;

Submissive to your fragility.

You colored my skin

With the shade of your rouged lips,

And like the moon,

my branched bones became Spring

By your mouth

Entombed beautifully in the garden of our creed.

Don’t you know that your hands,

Your hands are flooded

With sins?

the sins you have encountered with your victims;

Like me, your victim;

Our veins flow from the rivers

of mother earths chest.

Nymphs with there pale skins;

They bathe in your hidden ocean of blood

That has yet to burst forth

Held behind the enshrined gates of virginity.

I hold you above my head,

I humbly wear you as my crown.

II.

I awoke with different eyes today

Perhaps the eyes of the black cat

Dying her ninth death.

I devise these things,

And I can tell you

The pleasure of feeling

Nothing.

III.

I awoke with different eyes today

Half life, half death.

I have gazed at life

And cried.

I have conversed with death

And laughed;

And by all means

Analogies have never seemed so bona fide

as the affairs of the sun and the moon.

IV

You awoke with new eyes this morning,

A woman.

You are now a woman.

This is the only difference.

forgive me for my words.

-Arizona

every morning and evening join your hands in prayer

pray these words to your heart

and chant these words from your mouth:

just for today i will let go of anger

just for today i will let go of worry

today i will count my many blessings

today i will do my work honestly

today i will be kind to every living creature

-Arizona

what ever hour this was,

i had a dream that it was 12.12.12

and i look up in the night sky to see the sun it was just the sun it wasnt even shining. it looked like a photograph of space, however it was closer than ever to the earth.

right beside the sun was the moon and all of her phases dancing around in circles.
-Arizona