All my friends are into BDSM

this liberal slaughter

Don’t dare call it sin

Few of them had a father

Choke me like I want to die

My lost childhood I must deny

Tie me up and tell me what to do

Sense of self I entirely eschew

Let me burn you with this match

Smash mothers’ sociopathy with an axe

Please wrap and bind

Mommy and Daddy gave no mind

Or if you want rape

because it’s insecurity you cannot escape

I’m not in love with your virtue

My parents, they made me want to hurt you


Lack of personal responsibility

is a social liability.

Brother Jupiter

Oh Jupiter, dark Sun

without you it’s no fun

Now in my third eye

a reminder; surely I did die

Without your wisdom

there is no logic in this kingdom

Do the bearers of secrets know

ajna is your new throne?

In a web we are all caught

where truth is no longer sought

Saturn’s minions fight blindly

for beggars in search of hierarchy

Chaos is in full swing

few aware the destruction it will bring

Jupiter won’t you come back and save me

from this ridiculous misery

Board me on a cosmic plane

to a place safe and sane

Third Generation Mac N Cheese

In 1954 she proudly walked off stage with a PhD

Under the guise of equality

Another victim of Gibson Girl ideology

For her daughter she was forced to neglect

There was no sympathy

Yet she too chose to play rather than to dissect

The Parts

So she became a mommy And a daddy

In 2004 she showed me her PhD

Which I viewed from a place of childless disability

Ersatz Cheap Glue

Broken like I used to be

Antics bring out a narcissism new to me

React or Run

Hanuman thinks this is fun

Eyes wide open with toothpicks

Every dig bites like a tick

Sympathy for the pawns of the devil

Knowing the pain in which they revel

Only death lifted my veil

Any move can only fail

I don’t want anyone to die

Rather just cry

The mountain of grief they refuse to feel

I cannot heal


I don’t use apps because-the conspiracy, the space in between, the cia

Every day I still read the maps

Miles to go, earth grounding left a hole in my big toe

Friend or foe

Spirit vs. Earth

Rebirth-inside out

THE pharaohs don wigs and know oh so much

But the projections did not crumble as planned

What is left of THIS-is it even land?

And what’s up with the president of Khakhstan’s right hand?

Trump is every ginger’s man

Spewing back their thoughts, emollient words

My facebook password is Trump’s biggest scandal

Stealing words like a vandal

Speech salad feeds to placate

It was no mistake

This pawn they picked to misappropriate.

We Are One/Are We?

The first discovery that narcissistic tendencies often lead to abuse may lead to a glimpse of freedom;

Or may enable self righteousness, becoming part of the distortion.

But upon further inquiry,

It seems that some souls are beyond repair

That they were never shown real love

Glimpses into painful pasts become hard to bear

Mothers and Fathers long gone will never be there

Lifetimes of insecurity as authority

Children within ever aging wrinkled bodies


Freedom feels less free

The burdens of a failed society are alienating

Willingness to help?

Maintaining boundaries is taxing

Empathy is pain

Turning one’s back seems a symptom of grandiosity

And it could bring about the guilt

A mother might feel abandoning her children permanently.