Letters To The Patriarchy   You told falsities for so long  You started to believe them too  You forgot any of it was wrong  Took our traditions, our land, our hearts, our minds  And you have the audacity for anger when I reclaim what’s mine?  I will open the gates of hell  And let out…

does the shameless expression of my sensual, wild, naked, nature scare you? do you think you need to save me? are you convinced you know what is best for me? do my bubbling uncontrollable emotions bring you to heights of fear? desperate to make sense of me? would you rather put me somewhere I can…

swaddled in the arms of her, forced into the arms of the truth. chaos, and abuse, destroyed my roots. and I sought it out, I needed to be knocked down. underneath it all I knew. I went to the chaos to be remade. bathed in the flames. and now, like a babe of the abyss,…

alas, nobody compares to her I don’t know that anyone will my love doesn’t need a thing to exist it is the endless commitment the natural persistence she doesn’t even realize how incomparable, she is she thinks I see things the way others do and I just don’t I see things through the eyes of…

when you are pulled to me, find patience with yourself. I will be learning from you, while you are me. I do not permit pedestaling, or hierarchy here. Nor should you take anything I say or do literally. There will be an air of “it is and it isn’t” and “everything and nothing all at…

I’ve been told a lot all throughout my life, I have a lot of fire, I have a lot of yang energy, I’m very masculine, that I’m a lot, that I seem to have been born with a war to win, etc. Honestly? I was born with a war to win. I think I’m a…

it hurts, a tender sharp pain…that spreads. I think people lost there self esteem in all the proving. I think authenticity was pushed away and exchanged. As if there claps or boos will ever change anything. I don’t think love looks at us condescendingly… So Why Do We? I don’t think love fuckin cares about…

What is Love? What is Devotion? What Is True Emotion? What is Beneath Performance? How are people able to risk there life, there reputation, for something? In my opinion, if you need an applause, if you need validation, if you need agreement, if you are not willing to withstand the rough parts of the path,…

I bust down the door with brute strength in the form of UNTAKEABLE REMEMBRANCE. Sword in hand I slash every guard. They fight hard. But I’m fighting for my life. They’re fighting for a lie. I gut them to there knees, every slash a reclamation. Blood sprays everywhere, I stick out my tongue and taste…

(Okay to start, in my opinion and proven by research, in some form ‘Lilith’ has existed even back in Neanderthal times, its a bloodline) also VERY IMPORTANT info was somehow taken out of this and I have no idea why because logically, its impossible. I have screamed and cried over it and now am just…

there is a small, wise, child in my chest. she speaks of things i have tried to hide from mature adults. there insecurity incapable of holding her. there pulsating urge to dominate and dictate. she has seen this in herself, too. the need to be seen as bigger then, better then the need to be…

they yearn for my tenderness not realizing it arrives after the worship of my flames they crave my softness not seeing it would come to those that don’t shame my ferocity they ache for my slow, supple expression not noticing it is moving under all I am they ask for my kindness never seeing they…

ego anger sex these are what we have stripped demonized. vilified. separated from the soul, by a blade of shame. these tender explosive keys home. my devotion, is utterly endless. It is an aching, bleeding, stream. I surrender to myself. I surrender to my ego, my anger, my sex. I let it in, until I…

I’m pretty tired of being underestimated and unseen. my innocence isn’t the weak part of me. and your teeth? will never break my star studded skin. I don’t care that you don’t understand, I don’t care that you have your own plans I don’t care that you think you know who and what I should…

I was sold a dream, a fantasy, an illusion.  A trick, painted to look pretty.  A seductive pull away from reality.  But  slowly my eyes began to open.  I wore the dresses, put on the tiara, yet blood would always drip down my legs. stain my skirts, expose my hurt, my human thirst. I…  Ignored…