SOUL PERVERT U.S.A...

hey soul pervert. you won't find god unless you get primal. so sing from the spirit. let the gods feast upon you. digest the parables. and spit the truth. because a new generation demands you be real...

so hey, soul pervert. sing with one accord. our communion a sacred circle. with tongue sliced bread of life. with hot vapor breath of life. from inhale exhale demons comes bad breath.

ha ha! i rebuke you!

come on, soul pervert. let me hear you sing! a challenge issued. and i call you out. i summon ye like a court jester. dance like a mad warrior. or don't come at all...

hear me, oh soul pervert. the chains have fallen. and we need never hide behind sin. for the walls have crumbled. we need not crawl back within.

we are free to shout! free to stomp! free to krump! free to kick out the jamz! for hip hop and rock are the same. calling forth one another. calling punk pussies out! the tribal amp.

the séance before the battle.

oh, soul pervert gather our lost souls. dead in the alleyways. dead in the fields. let us assemble around street lamps. illuminate dark alleys. help america set her bon fires. let the effigies of inequity burn! 

lone soul pervert, it is only when you embrace your brethren can you dig that spark. and it feeds and festers. you only enter bliss through the soul of others. buying into their story. and playing along.

for that's all sex can ever be. knowing you want to set it off. through me. but that's another whisper for another time...

come play with us, soul pervert! for you have strong arms!

so strong we might break.

we might bust this powder keg open.

come join us, soul pervert u.s.a.

POP! POP! FUCKERS!

"i leak lyrics. freak lyrics. secrete lyrics. from my spirit…"- del tha funky homosapien

familiarity is a form of bonding. emperor fangs. we make connections. we read palms. we read faces. in passing. we read wrinkles. pheromones. hormones. every crevice. we exchange glances. we exchange words. human interaction. entrances. magick.

every connection expands or retracts us. can't pick our family. can't control our friends. abuse engenders. long-term adversity builds. a story within. our mythology. our philosophy.

you owe your enemy gratitude. he recognized you. his insecurities reflected in you. his past humiliations. failures. all that shit. you now represent. and betrayal hurts. but it makes you work. harder. tweaking reality. until you become fully realized. comfortable in your own skin. and experience.

we are tempered. bio-feedback.

our enemies never learn. of divinity or words like these. words which poets spit. minds ferment. so pass the jug. pass that forty. pass the spliff.

yeah, we roll like that. but back to our regular scheduled difficulties.

"i love fighting. it's like a symphony to me…"- howard stern

"and today i was bach…"- artie lange

political science. a higher form of argument. moving the tribe forward. our government reflective of our god. monochrome christians love the yin-yang struggle of a two party system. finite. black and white. good or evil. left or right. all of these forces and philosophies. monster diving for our ballot. what christians don't understand. yin and yang wrestle. a furious fuck. a continuous tumble...  

"it takes two to make a thing go right..." 

politicians are psychic perverts. feeling up. feeling out the multitudes. and if he fingers you just right. he has your vote. forever. because sex and emotion bond us. but social butterflies. get high. off the electricity. generated between bodies. the unspoken field. we all feel.

but my childhood was rough. i never get past "hello". my dad was an angry guy. sparks flying. lashing out like tragic firecrackers. but a good fright quickens me. so let's share a thrill…

it's why i crave animosity. why i poke. pick at you. until you blow up. the big pay off. the big jack off.

i want to see your demons dance. just for me.

in that instant. we lose ourselves. in that instant. a good mind fuck…

familiarity is the ultimate bonding experience. given time, you respect your foes. but then, mutual hostility breeds strange lovers…

we walk past enemies. like you ho's don't matter…

HUNGER STIKE. HUNGRY ALL THE SAME...

"radio. live transmission…"- joy division

"you can hear the sound of the underground train. it feels like distant thunder. there are so many people living in this house. and i don't even know their names. walls so thin. and if i listen in, i hear my own heart beating. i guess it's just a feeling. i guess it's just a feeling….'- the eurythmics

i have few enemies. lesser friends. a peculiar corner i've painted myself into. making it all the more difficult. to prove i exist….

the friendship. i lack. the love you. give. i can never feel. i can never fully access.

the keys to the kingdom. just beyond my grasp….

loneliness. and. neglect have afforded me an alternative source. apart from my own humanity. apart from you. yet all the more tied to. you. your rejection...

fact: i don't need you. you feel like distant thunder. i merely live amongst you. a hungry ghost. you are but a sensation. for i suffer an unique predicament. immune to all that is artificial. yet i feast upon the pain you bring. all the same. all the same.

the art that is me…

the art that is you…

so when you celebrate me. celebrate under protest. fuck you. i ain't sucking dick.

so when my enemies feed me. fuck you. hunger protest.

hunger strike. for food is sacred. food is divine. that is why we pray before partaking in the energy which animates us. the energy in which we live to fight another day. silly you, you think it's all about you. when you are merely the vehicle…

the vechile i ingest. the vehicle i choose. the vehicle me.

always me...

i finally understand the politics of a hunger strike. your cum offers no nutritional value. and i'll be damned if you fuel me another day. damned if i serve as captive to. your closed circuit agenda…

we experience exactly that we pray against. that we oppose.

and if there is one thing i've learned, it is that your god serves the anti-me…

no siree, we ain't sucking no dick today…

"walls so thin. and if i listen in, i can hear my own heart beating. i guess it's just a feeling…"- the eurythmics

"dance dance dance dance to the radio…'- joy division

"is it raining for you?"

yeah, i guess it's just a feeling...

POMPEII ME...

rejection makes for unwanted bedfellows. i speak of. and for. myself...

i've noticed a recurring phenomenon. in the twilight of sleep. from the corner of my mind. organic monster. as if time and space become a solid block. moving towards me with intensity and volume. like sneaky screaming reality. i recall as a child i worried the air might become solid. encapsulating us all. for future alien archeologists to chip away.

pompeii me...

i entertained many disturbing thoughts as a child.

extraterrestrial god archetypes. of movies and popular culture. we regard alien visitors with suspicion. yet our perception of god is alien. other worldly. heaven elsewhere. awaiting his return. the savior myth. but god abandoned his brood long ago. i could never reconcile the "creator emotional blackmail therory": god a bi-polar parent threatening his children with their ultimate demise...

as we despise female archetypes. mother earth makes for ass wipe. oh, the metaphysical corners we paint ourselves into. with no one left to save us…

electric jolts wake me from my sleep. afraid to return to sleep. afraid i might die. my ultimate demise. i thought i could control this.

these white knuckle day dreams…

HOTEL SOLILOQUY...

mongols served their troops succulent meals with good reason. the aroma of grilled meats and exotic spices taunted enemy camps within range. the nazi blitzkrieg attached loud speakers blasting classical music from their tanks. psychological advantages designed to demoralize and stun. and so charlie manson, a student of darker impulse, instructed his girls to scribe something "witchy" in victim's blood on the murder scene walls:

"death to pigs"   

"rise"

the reality jolt factor. normalcy tossed like a skipping stone.

i like to stand inside such moments. i believe the same is true of you.

for he has come to deceive. monstrosity alluring. dare you catch his eye? eyes. the portal to the soul. a black spot in the left corner of my vision. it is a direct glimpse into swirling black void. staring back at me. sucking. draining. my big gulp soul. leaving a dry husk. you catch the same fleeting black spot from your periphery, no?

i share secrets. better left untold...

the past few months unkind. extreme emotional. physical stress. i am too strong for my own good. unable to let go. i would benefit from a complete breakdown. release. yet my disintegration regroups. dragging along. this lame foot syndrome. dead cell leprosy clinging...

forced out of my apartment. i took up residency in a local hotel. a welcome change. home for a transient like me. i walked outside and sat down beside the freeway access road. to watch the fireworks. like stewart copeland smashing. a frantic yet controlled display.

i traversed a parking lot. full of spectators. into a convenience store. a long line of strangers. an easy pack. i am the alien. i do not belong. i emit a silent distress call. as invisible screaming dragons escape my breath. swarming. pecking at me. i nearly snap! emote telepathic pain. for a split second. everyone in line takes notice. of. monster me.

they always do. convenience stores are the worst. my presence an intrusion. even in the ghetto. people take pause. they know. i am wounded yet a dangerous animal. they gawk but keep their distance all the same. i am a haunt best avoided. demons tire of my false alarms. and pass me by. i am more trouble than i am worth.