Category: Evolution

swallowing swords and building fires

3/20/2017

Countless women swallow Themselves whole
Using swords to Force their light down
To the pit of their wombs
Praying to bear daughters
To carry the torch They consumed

We are the daughters
born With swords in our right hands
To forge new paths
torches in the left
To light the way
And blood boiling wild and hot
Coursing through our veins
We have been imprinted with flame

Our mothers were the martyrs
They swallowed their light
But we still saw the glow in their cheeks
The slither of sunshine
Breaking through their teeth
Because of their sacrifice
We were born of Fire and steel

Our swords incite fear
But the true power is in our light
And with it We can't be tamed
We won't be bound
We are limitless
And the world is scared
Because We possess magic
they struggle to understand
so they use our swords to pierce our insides
Force our hands To turn in on themselves
And We have learned to hide the flame
in our mouths keep them shut

But we will not self destruct
Oh no
It's time to Pull the swords from our throats
With mouths wide
We will sing songs of defiance
Using the light pouring out to
Gaze upon the earth with new eyes
And we will dance
because there is fire shut up in our bones
The embers hum to our battle song

We are the daughters of women
With fires in their bellies
Use your sword to carve their names
We were born to set the town a blaze
So burn baby burn
it is your destiny
to engulf this world in flames

the song of the PHOENIX

3/13/2017

The thing about rebirth is you have to die first
I thought my first death would be my last
My body was pressed against the cold ground
Burdened down by my sins of the past
A sea of Skeletons burst from their graves
Pouring out of the closets I had locked them in
In hopes to never see them again
But there I was beneath a sea of sorrow and regret
The bones of old faces, dead bodies of lies
Burrowed themselves into my skin
As they flowed over me
I was dying
Gasping for my last breath
Clinging on to life
Trying my best not to drown
Savoring the old oxygen in my lungs
I flailed my limbs around
Attempting to reach the surface
But the more I tried the deeper I sunk

A wise voice that sounded like mine
Invaded the rattling of the bones
And whispered,
You must be still to float
You have to let go of the ghost.
How silly was I to tread against the tide?
A part of me died
So that I could live
I let go of life
And I was born again

We will die a thousand times
In this existence
A thousand more in the next
The song of the Phoenix
Never ends
Might as well sing along

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dignified rats

2/22/2017

when i was 10
I watched my hamster run
Full speed towards the glass of his cage
The wheel turned rapidly
Beneath his paws
He stopped
But the wheel took him for a ride
His body flailed in the belly of machine he once powered

Jenny told Forrest
"Whenever you get scared
Run
Don't try to be brave, just run"
because Jenny was running too
We are all running
Running from or towards ourselves

Later I would witness the hamster
Defy the intended use of that wheel
He stuffed the bedding beneath it
It was stopped in its tracks
A wrench had been thrown into its gears
He shakily scaled its sides and
Over and out of the cage he went

That hamster was wiser than most men

Protect the future

2/18/2017

We were born dead
Drawing closer to our last breath
From the very first
Withering before EACH OTHER'S eyes
With smiles etched on our decaying faces
We watch the hands
As time patiently peels away the layers of our flesh
Fatality awaits all who draw breath
We bear the same fate, death

Oh how fragile and broken
We mortals are
But the future casts a cast spell protecting our vulnerable form
The future etches an escape
From the fates
The future
Turns Venom to wine

We are the future
It is in our power
To immortalize
ourselves
Yet we are selfish and cruel
Blinded by the rays of now
Distorting our views
So we can't see beyond
Our own lifetimes
We keep ourselves mortal
Leaving nothing behind

Hate, War, Pillage, and Con
It's a nasty pedestal
Mankind sits on
He will fall and we will rebuild
Emerging from the flames
Anew
Fresh like morning glory
Leaves kissed by dew

We are the future
But first
We must snatch the blinders from our eyes

We can Cheat the test of time
Immorality is real
Protect the Future
Because
The end is near

counting sleep

2/18/2017

7 days, 7 nights I spent Hibernating
for 7 days and 7 nights
My eyes were either closed or wet
Reality was the enemy from which I hid
Cloaked in sleep
Reality came with shackles
Shackles I slipped out of
When I slipped into sleep

Unwavering freedom lies in the land of dreams
Slumber soothed me
Placed my soul at ease
But upon awakening
Reality would shake me
Scaring me back to the comfort of my dreams
Frightened I closed my eyes
attempting to escape this space

but life too is but a dream
a dream my fears had turned into a nightmare
a pinch to the arm
revealed the illusion
the demons i cast to scare myself into safety
were unmasked

and only then was i able to rise from my slumber
free to truly dream

time travel

2/6/2017

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Looking back the days feel like months
Moments stretched and pulled by despair
Loosening the threads,
Abusing the elasticity of the fabric,
Leaving the space limp
And elongated past the point of return

Sitting now I feel the moments gently pass
Time has become water down a stream
Or slipping through hands

we spend life
Pushing up our heels
Trying to match Time
Arms outstretched
Fingertips grazing the hem of his cloak
Fists closed grasping the air
We long for Time
As dogs long for their tails

Time, Escapes us with each breath
He runs ahead,
Or so it seems

Hidden in the mind,
We can find the key to Rewind the hands of time
Project ourselves into futures
But first we must shift through the manure
The stench of the past
Scrape the scum from our thoughts
Because it blocks the view
Cleanse so the sun can shine through
And soon we will find
there are ways to penetrate Time

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lissen

2/6/2017

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Creativity, divine intervention
Inward inertia jumping into existence,
From our joints.
Surging through skin
Breaking into time
God speaks in hymns

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bbygirl

2/6/2017

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But too often the gaze is distorted
By society's lens
So that
They can't see you
And when they do commentary is reduced to ridicule

They may not see
Oh but I do

Hey Beautiful

Yeah I'm talking to you
Hope your days are filled with sun rays
And on the bad days you draw moisture from the rain

The world has convinced you that the darkness of your skin
Means that there is no light within you
How wrong they are
This little light of yours
Flickering in your chest is
Ignited by the same blackness they claim smothered it.

Turn a deaf ear to the world
Feed the flames
Allow your light grow
So bright that they can't ignore
The beauty of your shine.

Hey beautiful,
Say that to yourself sometimes

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Creativity, divine intervention Inward inertia jumping into existence, From our joints. Surging through skinBreaking into time God speaks in hymns

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Creativity, divine intervention
Inward inertia jumping into existence,
From our joints.
Surging through skin
Breaking into time
God speaks in hymns