We once burned witches...

No.

We burned people who were accused
of being witches or practicing witchcraft...

never proven but still burned....

burned alive...

wether or not they were witches
will remain unknown
and why should it
have mattered if they were,
what excuse was that to have
behaved so maliciously hateful and cruel

I will tell you this though
if I had been a witch
or knew any kind of witchcraft
the first thing i would have done

is work out a fire proof charm
perfected an unburnable spell
an I can walk through the fire
and feel a hell of a lot better
after doing so spell
a my blood and bones
burn hotter than the sun spell
a you better get that
little matchstick outta my face spell
before I show you how to burn
THE REAL MONSTERS here spell

the monsters with the lust
to watch flesh turn
to cinder and ash monsters
the monsters who feared
the unordinary who showed
any kind of extraordinary monsters
the monsters of the masses
with crosses that burned
like torches monsters
the monsters who screamed ******
in the name of....

monsters

the monsters who could not see
their own reflection
for the hideous creatures
they were monsters

the same monsters that still live today
on this side of the looking glasses
under our thin skinned social structure

still burning witches

subtly now

with words of disdain
full of pernicious intentions
towards the lost and the lonely

with the cold staring eyes of indifference
and hearts without an once of compassion
towards the homeless and hungry

with the revulsion and abhorrence
towards those who love
the ones they love

the witches being any unordinary
that show any kind of extraordinary
still being feared for their difference
still being hated
reduced to nothing but
pill size suicides
red ribboned wrists
rope neck ties
for feeling too much
pushing too far
flying too high
dancing in cinder to ash
being burned
burned for being alive

Knowing that history repeats itself
and to define a fool is also repitition
Theres madness stacked in minds of many on a shelf
mankinds unordinary fatal condition

Our generation is falling
while temporal worldy attainment rises
Technology renewed us into babies, crawling
to the new updated components that buys us

So blend up the world and fit it in your cup
i hope you choke on the faithless future that fuels you
Dont get out of bed dont wake up
when you dont know how to

The spirit of this race was depleted
when the disease of identities was treated

~
Hark!
He knocks.
Time, it's time,
the Kuroi Jukai within me.

Finding an unordinary
drifting off to sleep point,
a hollowed-out spot,
where I can let
God dream for me.

Whistles in the wind,
in lullaby the sky and sea
seem to trade places,
bending around me
as vertical blanketed surges.

My carcass is a colonization (of bones)
for my dearly departed ones,
forbearers of migration,
seeking endless sea,
until like them,
I settle upon
their ancestral shore.
~

Hook:
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Poisoning how we think.
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Gotta be careful what ya drink.

Verse 1:
Uh, Seems like we always in a state of emergency,
In a land of democracy,
Things don’t seem free to me.
It’s like trying to wash our hands in ***** water, g.
Everything has a cost, so tell who going to pay the fee?
It certainly not going to be the dominant society.
For the system was build by and for white people to have superiority.
That demonizes anyone that doesn’t conform to their authority.
Spreading a sense of inferiority over natives and minorities.
And I’m not just talking historically, because these issues persist presently.
Change can’t happen unless one is willing to **** the teet of the majority.
For we live in world that separates based off of hierarchy.
That strips down and overgeneralizes our identities.
Then when one overcomes these disparities they are seen as the unordinary.
The exception to the rule,
Like *** is that supposed to mean?
Think I’m about to lose my sanity, dealing with an uneducated narrow minded humanity.
In a state bombarded with atrocity after atrocity,
Yet people have the audacity to tell us to get over it instantly.
Living in a democracy that doesn’t have time to listen to me,
Living in a world where history repeats,
Perhaps I guess we just can’t get enough of insanity.
It just doesn’t make sense to me?
I thought we were supposed to be evolved,
Yet be so devolved mentally.
Like how can indigenous people asking for clean water cause so much controversy?
For if your province or city didn’t have access to clean water, wouldn’t you worry?
Wouldn’t you start protesting firmly?
All I ask is that yawl start checking your privilege homie.

Hook:
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Poisoning how we think.
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Gotta be careful what ya drink.

Verse 2:
Water is the foundation to survival,
Water can also be a philosophical symbol,
For we all thirst for something,
It’s like we are cursed or something.
Being immersed into desensitization,
Becoming numb to everything.
Needing to wash away what is obstructing.
Blocking the path towards transformation.
As established norms perpetuates discrimination.
Whilst also justifying racism and condemnation.
I didn’t choose to born,
But yet that some how qualifies me for damnation.
Because my skin colour is seen as being sinful, that needs to be put through sanitation.
Becoming guilty on the basis of association.
Which makes it harder to find the equation.
As everyone has different values, beliefs and expectations for how to fix this situation.
***** water sure is a contamination,
Thats been leaking out since creation.
That has divided not just people but also nations.
If only people could be mature when having these debates and conversations.
Instead of suffocating on our offence,
Or wallowing within a sense of victimization.
****, this ***** water sure has damaged how we function.

Hook:
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Poisoning how we think.
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Gotta be careful what ya drink.

Allowance of difference transforms not entirety, but perhaps enough. We are cast all over the place. By chance some grow. Seeds of diversity bloom without genetic precursors. Hybrid’s forerunning amalgamations were somewhere in time not as pure. Half-bred mongrel dogs the same. Romulus and Remus suckle a wolf-***** surrogate. Even after hardships and trials together, turn on each other. Conditioning may not change what is inheriting, but has its influences. Feral children of ancient mythography become heroes of a Rome, who has since seen rise to popes. What injects change into society? Today’s biotechnology gives birth to genetically engineered seed of change. Who bows to New God, by its name Monsanto? Collectively, third-world nations in a final Round-Up. Extermination business as usual.

Unordinary, they say unto me
So what if I differ, I am
I am very unique too

Coffee and cigarettes. Barbecues and ball games
An unordinary lifestyle. Is this the aim?

Doing 9 to 5's and friday nights with friends
Eating, being merry, drinking away weekends.

Routine is good. Routine is healthy.
This is the right thing. This is becoming wealthy.

Financial success. A roof over our head.
Three well balanced meals and an inviting bed.

A partner to care for and who cares for you.
So grow up, you dreamer. Get over your post grad blues.

the ebb and flow
of daily life
becomes routine

we become comfortable
with our jobs
our friends,
our hobbies,
our leisure nights with a cup of tea and the TV

nothing new,
always the same

the sun sets at night
and rises on another day,
night and day
sunset and sunrise
night and day
sunset and sunrise

until the weeks
melt together
the months
fly by
and soon enough
years
of merely being,
merely moving within our comfort zone
are gone
and we have never truly lived,
we have just been

it takes some effort
to put life in our years,
but the satisfaction
of a life well lived
far outweighs
the regret
of never doing
something that scares us,
or makes our heart beat faster,
or opens our eyes to a new feeling, a new viewpoint, a new culture

live unordinary,
take risks,
learn to laugh at your mistakes,
read books,
take flights to places that you cannot pronounce,
meet new people and build worldwide connections,
be thirsty to learn more
and do more
and be more

never give up
on those dreams
that you made as a child

unrealistic is merely a word

Never have I ever
Met a soul who is more perfectly aligned
With mine
A mind with never
Ending complexity.

Never would I have fathomed
Such a unique bond
Between two minds, intertwined
Wrapped around each other
Infinite times.
Unwanting to unravel
Two vines.

Two seeds planted  
Growing from different places find
Each never anticipated
To be brought together
Created
To experience the venture
That life orchestrated.

A mutual understanding
No words
Gazing
Into your herds
Of thoughts Running
From your eyes to my absurd
Mind – reading
Into the eyes of your soul.

The rarity
Of someone like you  
Drives my mind to insanity.
Wanting to jump off of the moon
Landing into your arms – inhumanity.

Imagining days spent with you
Makes me relapse.
You just being – you
Are my morphine – body collapses.
You seemed like fiction brewed
By the side effects
Of loving you
Neither of us suspected
This perfect chemistry created by you and I – I and you.

Never have I been so blissful
Could such a human being exist?
Perfectly crafted – abysmal.
Completely convinced
You are my acid
An extraterrestrial experience
Through the collision of our
Unordinary
Bizarre
Zany
Intellectual passion.

Creating a beautiful collision
Of two journeys becoming one.
When what seemed unreal – fiction
Meets reality.

Let us join palms and live merrily
In unison.

In an ordinary world I would already be where I want to be.
The questions running through my head would be answered,
and I wouldn’t need to worry anymore.
But this world isn’t ordinary.
I’m nowhere near where I want to be,
but I’m where I’m supposed to be.
And never think that where you are now is not the place for you.
It’s just a pit stop on the highway of life,
and sometimes this pit stop is a long one.
And for some,
it’s leads us to discovering that maybe right here is where we’re actually meant to be.
It’s just how we see it that changes.

So you told her
So you say

I wonder if you mentioned everything?

You know, the pause between breaths
when our body's ache to *** at the same time?

or how you've had me in all the right places
in unordinary spaces?

Does she know how our hearts blended into
one heart beat so we no longer are two but one?

I wonder if she would be so easy to please if
she really knew I slept in your shirt and played
with myself in your underwear?

From Missionary to your wildest desires back to Missionary?

I think you don't just love me, I think you miss me in ways
she so does not know

I want you to bleed me thin
I want you to run me ragged
I want you to make me scream until I lose my voice
I want you to make me feel something unordinary
I want to tear my hair out in frustration
I want to throw things and break them
I want you to break down my walls &mak;; me cry
I want you to stomp my heart out like a cigarette
I want you to beat me until the only thing I cling to is you
Until you're the only poison in my system
Until you've broken all my other nasty habits
&You;'ve established yourself as the only one left
I want you to be integral to me
I want your dominance to push me into submission
Be my Queen, I'll be your Knight of the Cart
Be my Aeneas, I'll be your Dido
Be unchanged by my passion
Be unmoved when I flow on you, around you, in you
I want you to shape the way I sway
I want you to take over all that I am
Establish yourself as my identity

winter froze us solid, solitary
i am no longer by your side
the omen calls.
hoping for something different;
oh, how useless.
unordinary and bold,
the time between us grows.

yes, i am alright without you
okay, i know you're hurt
unforgiven sins lay barren

its all over

all of the evening sunsets
mindbending in their infinity

fear and love
impeccably, are two very different things
never risk where
empathy lies

Do not say the first thing first
Or the last thing last
Do not read the book in order
Do not order yourself not to cry
Take the unordinary and claim it extraordinary
Take the take the fabric and rip it until the holes are wider
Than the holes in your circumstance
Or the holes in your heart

Put down the gun and bandage the wound
That was made without firing a shot
Do not shoot the extraordinary thing
Pick it up and tuck it lovingly in your pocket
Or in your brassiere
Sew the heart up without anesthesia
Wind thread around it tightly
And say out loud the last words you would ever say
Under ordinary circumstance
Do not start at the beginning
Do not rip the book and cry over the pages

Bandage the book
Put down the wound
Read the gun
Claim the heart
Sew the pocket
Wind the rip
Fire the cry
Tuck the words
Shoot the thing

Her chapel sanctuary
I confessed mine deepest sins
She preordained me in the unordinary
Yea she was the alpha and omega, beginning and the end!!

Sunrise until sunset
Cooler lands warmed in the hours
As the rays mark the hours.
Each moment defines summer's calendar.
As the day ends and the moon marks the night.
Dreamlands and astral plains take our mind's on a journey
where magic, ficitional, and the impossable are within reach...
We are no longer a heavy mortal who has fallin asleep on the beach.
We are like Peter Pan who never grows old...
We can fly!
To distant areas and becoming involved in unordinary events
Never limited to the covers of a book or how we are  taking in
as to how the story teller  has told.
We are free in Never Never Land.
So, enjoy your flight and fly free!
Until the alarm clock and the sun mark the waking hours...
You may do as you like...Even posess super powers.
The cool air chills the body, however never the soul.
As it flies through these Dreamy Astral Plains
Until the sun warms the bady to wake.....
You are the untouchable in this land of Astral's Reality Break.

I was at the doctor yesterday and they weighed me
nothing unordinary obviously
but seeing i was just a few pounds less than i thought i would be
brought some sort of strange flutter to my stomach that sat there
for the next few minutes
distracting from the fact
that i was at the doctor

-Joelena Saldana
12/4/14
I'm tired of your act, trying to be better.

Just don't!

Since when is anyone better than others.

We are all unique,
every single one of us.

So how are you, or someone else, gonna say who's better and who isn't.

How are you gonna judge another human being who is
completely different,
completely unordinary.

No one is ordinary,
we don't live the life of The Brady Bunch.
We are Misfits,
we are Shameless,
we are Family Guy.

So enough with the act,
different makes every single person
extraordinary,
fun,
interesting,
amazing.

Embrace who you really and truly are.

Don't waste your life trying to be perfect.


This is an imperfect world.

You were unordinary
Dressed in colors of humility
You were a joyful pariah
You were happy to be.
Extraordinary
Was all they preached to me
I was a life of loss
And I was sad to live.
How is it then
That your spell captured me
That we fell so in love,
That you enchanted me?

Theres no compromise with you...
With you,
I thought you were different.
I thought my numbness would dim down into
some type of feeling.
Translate into feelings.
But at first.
I had you.
You were great, enthusiastic,
your thoughts were beautiful and educated.
Unordinary, unique.
Girls didn't really pay you much attention, but I did.
I looked at you
I looked at us with some type of hope.
I knew we would be something, together.
But
Just like the bitter sweet taste of truth,
It comes to light.
You fall in line with the rest of them.
You became repetitive, predictable,
your thoughts were boring and dry
Simple, Ignorant
Girls didn’t really pay you much attention, Neither did I.
I looked at you
With no hope
I knew this would end.
Now I'm reminded so bitterly,
Like a season,
short and temporary,
Things come and go.
Once a beautiful hot summer,
Now a dull a crisp breeze.

Do you ever feel
As if the world's unreal?
So do I sometimes
It's like I've lost my mind

Do you ever dream
Of something that seems
So unordinary
It's kinda scary?

Do you ever cry
Out to the blue, blue sky?
Hoping that it goes gray
That it wouldn't stay

Then again you should know
That when you want to show
What's truly inside
It seems the world has died

But I'll listen                  
I'll slaughter the demons inside you
I'll listen
There's nothing that I wouldn't do

To listen
Is the best thing for anyone
So I'll listen
Just tell me all your hopes and all your dreams and fears until you're done.

Cause he is there and to me the there has never been too far
When somebody still lives but not by your side
And still make you feel like he never moves afar
Cause he is the embodiment of what I like
I am constantly suffocating in my mother’s coffin
So I need space to breath the space I have is already giving me too little air to breathe in
Cause I needed somebody who looked at me like this
With such eyes transfixing me in its own way
Like I was something of authentic, unordinary, and special
When the continuing morning and afternoon have no effects on the way his caresses made me feel
On this perfect night
Cause he is my perfection
And letting me breath in this coffin, and saving me in his own way
For this I shall be grateful to him
No one will take his place
Yet I’d find other one but as you see not like him
You can’t replace something of perfect
It’s just like with diamonds, claws cannot be diamond and
Finding diamond where it normally don’t have is difficult
For you my perfection I’ll do a little prayer
That you never be like the others and keep on  letting me breath in my her coffin
#CLARENCINE

you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. that is why I am scared. I am scared I will make a decision that I won't be able to be forgiven for. you make it out to be okay. nothing is unordinary because you experience quite similar happenings. you say it won't matter. I know it will. you say to give it a shot. I don't want to risk it. life is about taking chances. you are a chance I don't want to risk losing. I will not and do not want to lose you. I refuse. so I am playing it safe. I won't try to steal third base and take my chance at home plate. I will simply wait until I know it is safe to run. I will slide into home plate so gracefully neither one of us will realize what happened until we are 6 feet deep. submerged and fully unaware of the reality around us. we will have our own reality to surround ourselves with. my reality will, within time, be your arms wrapped around my waist laying on your bed watching a movie on a Friday night. and that is when we will say our I love you's.

These are the moments I live for;
Too late to dream, too early to rise.
In between white cotton sheets that press on pale legs
Shifting ever so slightly.
Fluorescent light shining on wide eyes
From too much honesty...
It’s blinding.

This is no unordinary occurrence.
Nightly conversations that go too far,
But never far enough.
Living alongside the stars in an attempt to find you.
Learn you.

This is feeling of sacrosanct darkness;
Holy ground.
An intimacy so crystal clear and strong,
It cuts through me like a diamond.
Every nerve alive
But somehow sedated
All at once…

Love.
Sacred, and magical,
Radiating and infecting everything it touches
In the best of ways.
We don’t need to be there to be here,
But it doesn’t hurt if we are.
It never hurts.

I’m not sure if this is what remains for you,
But I still feel the surge of electricity,
Of warmth,
Of happiness from forever ago.
We were beautiful…
Weren’t we?