Momentary human connection amidst this matrix of plastic archetypes makes the sufferance of the mundane bearable.

Feminist Manifesto

Manifest feminista

Manifesto inscribed

In my blood

Spilled for this.

Prophetic cataclysm

Syllabic cacophony

In my blood

Spilled for this.

Heartrending hell

Sweet symphony

In my blood

Spilled for this.

Melodic melancholy

Inspired iconoclast

In my blood

Spilled for this.

She rises

Unparalleled wonder

Paradigm of the sages 

Nothing can harm you now.

As she rises,

I rise.

Sufferance remanded

Emancipation received

Redemption unfettered

Yes, I have spilled my blood for this.

CHATTEL

Prim and proper

Black corset laced tight

Her torso bleeds

For his delight.

She hovers in the corner

Awaiting his gaze

Her eyebrows are raised

In proper mask

Beneath her bustle,

A hidden flask

She sweetly prances to the ladies’ room

Powders her nose

And takes a swig

Her dire fate

Yet doth await.

Chattle’s hell

Doth not abate.

She cannot breathe

This damned corset

Allows no reprieve.

Her ribs are bruised

All for the prim

And pain for him

Chattel’s duty

She shall endure

There is no cure

Except this flask

Pray thee, constant pour.

"If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation."
Chuang Tzu

Polytechnic Bliss

The have and the have nots
An ageless tale
Now wrapped in polyurethane
And sold with zeal
Technological manifesto
Mass appeal
Digital delights
The abyss of plasticity
A conflagration of books
Ray Bradbury's prophecy
Now come to fruition
Culture's disintegration
Visual spectacles
Virtual worlds
Hours upon hours spent gaming
And what remains?
Utter emancipation from human thought
The brain on autopilot
The annihilation of contemplation
Human contact dwindling
We are becoming mechanized
Devoid of emotive expression
The proletariat is entranced
Flashing lights, blinking screens
The easiest way to control the masses?
Keep them occupied
With polyurethane things
Plastic archetypes
Polytechnic bliss
The bondage of the mind
Is more effective than chains
A culture of fools
Is what remains.

copywrite 1/18/2012

Red Light District

The red lights blink
Bloody hues of seduction
The smudged windows glisten
Glass bars of deception
Bald men perspire and grin outside the glass
Young women grimace from within this prison.
Yet, swallowing their distaste
They pose in chains and lace
Hardened eyes no longer cry
Painted lips no longer speak
Lips retract; it is not a smile
A sneer is mustered to appease this hell
The outer hell has become the inner hell
Things have been sold that no one should sell.
Here they are caged
Encapsulated in glass
Coveted youth; now corrupted and used
Many were brought against their will
Their tiny forms now pressed against a window sill
The oldest profession...
Driven by perversion and male obsession.
And the sacrificial lambs
Are our little girls.

copywrite 1/17/2012

Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
James Joyce

"The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives."
Albert Einstein