Don’t you know,
I want to drain you of everything.
That I am this dry receptacle wasteland without you?
I don’t wanna waste you,
spilled cum on the floor to be wiped away
just won’t do,
just like I don’t leave my blood
Why am I the only one who wants to
jump in the flames? I am brave.
You are scared,
your voice shook,
reverberating from your emotional
body into your heart.
I want all of it. I can take it.
But you are always scared.
Can you imagine what it means
to be the Earth and desperate to create different dreams?
Do you know how desperately you
need to give?
Can you admit it long enough to surrender?
To surrender more than once?
To be constantly surrendering?
It is so easy for women, the
orgasmic fluid circuit machine,
to feel it all. But men can
only see her, experience her,
through increments of giving,
not of his wallet,
of his expectations. Of his control.
And his release is getting a taste of the Heavens.
Plant medicine came from the Earth
when man cried for the divine,
for the Goddess,
And we find in the plants the feeling of home.
It is the mothership.
Where have the Feminine Arts gone?
We need to be the spider whose web
is a silvery, crystally rainbow castle
that we cannot wait to bring guests to,
not a dark sterile hag who tortures like a tyrant
because she has encased herself in cement,
but to lead with a chain of flowers,
Take your pick.
They told us that seeking divinity
was a sin because there is no way
we could be as holy as God.
They told us prayer and true spirituality
were a waste of time.
They told us what they were told.
They were showed that religion and fear were synonymous.
They attached the state to it,
and in the name of God decided what was holy,
based on an ethical morality of the kind of
human who is isolated, Alexander standing, staring,
looking over at the kingdoms of the world he conquered,
contemplating his jump.
Entrapment is the way of true love’s sinister sister.
And we listen because she seems like she has total control.
To hell and back.
Life is a journey to hell and back,
trialed and errorerd,
In other words,
move to the places that scare you.
May women learn to hunt.
It’s the only way we can begin to worship true divinity and un-tap the power of potential.