Isis is my mirror, sister.
Show me butterfly from dead dove to living Goddess.
A rare orchid, staying deep.
I am alive in bliss.
I am not asleep, I see everything.
I see the lies, falling upside down in Wonderland.
Butterflies are pure skies.

Child bride asking, be ungrounded enough to listen,
we cannot fly away because love breaks us apart.

Church of the Holy Shitters

Shit and the act of shitting have struggled over time to receive the attention and respect they deserve. Even though everybody does it, societal norms dictate that we not talk about it in public. The outhouse was named such because society has long placed the act of shitting in society’s outhouse.

Take your wings and open them. Why wait for Lost Boys and landslides?
Give up your head, for it is split, He said.

Ayahuasca Ceremony

There are 6 systemic variables that determine what we put into and onto our bodies.

Why do I dance?
It is chaos.
It is magic.
Invocation.
Ceremony.
Mother love.
Body expansion.
Body breathing.
Never ending.
Living in the story, of my own reality.

Not fantasy.
I can dance as and when I need it.
That is freedom.
To be a dancing phantom?
Never, for dance is holiness. Always and forever.
Priestess dances for the earth that is waking up.

I asked my mother for a library that was living.
She told me to start praying.
Laugh!
What is beyond my pit of wishing?
I laugh once more, only harder.
Bitter.

I-Matter

I matrix web of fire, I Saturn,
read my life story
Unfolding
Into your zone, we are trapped until freed.

Liberation without radio wave inventions is pure magic.
Not simple not slow. Deep, fast, intoxicating, cannot get the photo out of my mind yet it’s not so straight.
She is woman bearing Christ’s face.

Oh to be doing a primal therapy weekend with the Humaniversity only to find myself channeling magic thru a Harlem Shake video for YouTube.

Give me back my dignity, said the Goddess.
I asked and I was given. But who listens in the earthquake?

Love makes me see Him in a snake pit of Aces, cards open so you can you tell me, how erect is your spine?

Esoterica, yes more.
Coded languages from older brothers.
Mystery is the essence, but are we pigeons pretending to be peacocks?
Stop professing Godliness, kindness costs not.
Snakes and ladders both go up.
Thanks for the add, or am I telling you about wisdom in the afterlife?

Poetry is not for prophets. How do we clean a shark's back?
Choose your own life.
Nobody else is your hell.