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 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…

please, know there are some of us waiting for you to collapse into yourself. understand you are not just a mindless drone worth only of what you can provide. Its funny huh, how similar at core the pain is of women and men in there strikingly different textures. hear me, darling one. Here ME, MAN….

I am the violence of the heart The outrage, the riot, what you can’t tear apart I am fucking ugly I am brutal, ridiculous, horrifying to truly see I take NONE of your manipulations of me Awe, what’s wrong? Can’t take the heat? I am the one you call for a bloody restart The one…

something has shifted in me. the wrinkly sunken face of the hag I once feared more then anything… is now my god. She Is My God I worship her every line every crack I was scared, of whats to come aging, for women, by definition: we “lose power and beauty”. or so the programming goes….

You incessantly try to be better then, higher up, prettier, smarter, “the best” but what if… In reality… There is NO “better than”. What if in reality, there is no hierarchy. Ever. What if in reality, there is no such thing as power. What if in reality, there is no such thing as beauty. In…

Real Magic has been lost in the incessant manipulation, pretending, forcing, lying, etc. It is endless in its expressions. It is everywhere. Playing Pretend. It’s what is referred to as “The Beast” in a metaphoric sense, and it has MANY arms, and all of them are connected fed and activated by any kind of manipulation,…

They tell you love is self sacrifice, they tell you the more you give of yourself the more you must love them. They make slavery look like romance, and I mean that in every way. They make it look like the person who loves more is weak and taken advantage of, and the cold removed…