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Fire, Protest, Anger

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
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