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The Spirit in the Fire
I call to the spirit in the fire The spirit of enthusiasm and motivation The spirit of potency and creation The spirit of protest and compassion You release the power locked within Unleash my power my passion my heart Burn away the smothering blanket of restraint Burn away the domesticated carefulness Burn away the misguided "be careful, don't get hurt" Burn away the cotton ball gauze white muffled wrapping around my wild self As if I was too fragile, too delicate to withstand passion, fire, excitement, engorgement Burn away the story that protects and shields me from my passion Burn away the fear Fear of destruction Fear of not being perfect Yes, I call to the spirit in the fire You, holy one, who moves and dances in the fire You who animates the fire You who licks the flames from the glowing orange heart Leap out from that hot, flickering space in me Consume heat shine light in all directions Unloosen my tongue Unloosen my loins Remove the stick up my ass that pokes all the way along my spine to my skull. Let me move in undulating and audacious gyrations. Burn away the scaffolding, the exo-structure around me. Built to support and now a prison. Lick me all over me, drawing sparks wherever you touch May your heat create more heat 'till I become fully on fire, fully here. Leave no childhood restraints in place The leg chains The lip zipper The chastity belt The heart cage The ear corks The stitches forcing eyes shut The Novocaine drip to the tongue. Burn them all away You, oh spirit in the fire You who lives in the fire You who knows passion and energy You who insists on being seen and felt You who are not shy You who do not apologize for existing I call to you yes, you spirit in the fire I call to you This day. May we meet and melt and matter - Jose Enciso |
Punished by the Wrong God
How many times has God punished you? For all your failings, fumblings and imperfections? How many times has his wrath been loosed upon you? As you gobble up the judgements. Have you really peered at this God? This judge almighty, this cold stone tyrant? Has God really punished you or has someone told you about God and how he loves to punish? Has some sick fuck decided to speak for this God and whip you in His name? Have you really peered at this God? If so, have you noticed the cracks in the stone? The smell of stale tobacco seeps through the cracks The sickly white pot belly, visible also through the cracks. The nose hairs and yellowing teeth. Have you really peered at this God? Power and control with a facade of love but through the cracks in the stone It is not God back there And you realize it hasn't been God punishing you all these years You realize who’s behind the beatings You wake up and you are pissed. - Jose Enciso Feeling Fucked Up
by Etheridge Knight Lord she’s gone done left me done packed / up and split and I with no way to make her come back and everywhere the world is bare bright bone white crystal sand glistens dope death dead dying and jiving drove her away made her take her laughter and her smiles and her softness and her midnight sighs-- Fuck Coltrane and music and clouds drifting in the sky fuck the sea and trees and the sky and birds and alligators and all the animals that roam the earth fuck marx and mao fuck fidel and nkrumah and democracy and communism fuck smack and pot and red ripe tomatoes fuck joseph fuck mary fuck god jesus and all the disciples fuck fanon nixon and malcolm fuck the revolution fuck freedom fuck the whole muthafucking thing all i want now is my woman back so my soul can sing |