PERSONALISM TO PERSONA: ANTHOLOGY

NAKED

She’s now naked from skin to bone.

Always be.

When she speaks.

When she cries.

When she breathes.

When silent.

Her both lips.

Her actions.

Her confessions.

But he. Dressed.

Justice is ‘to be dressed’

THICKER

Exposition. Turn on.

Lights off.

Everything was white.

Silent moans walled in.

Unfathomable libido.

Thrusts. She felt pins under skin.

I am burning cold.

A call to arms. Embrace.

Pleasures sing on top of our lungs.

Faster. Quick. Climax!

Calming bodies.

Pins gone. Burns healed.

Denouement. Satisfaction.

In our minds:

Blood is thicker than water.

AMEN

In the name of the hunger, and of my sons, and of life’s uncertainty, Am whore woman.

Avenida dusk. Night shifts.

I haunt the cold and dusty roads.

Pain in the ass. Pleasure for stomach.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

The eyes are with you.

Blinking lights. Red. Yellow. Blue.

I dance to the beat of silence.

Dancing through the plight of life.

Unblessed are you and your torn hymen

And bless the men been in your womb, moaning fucking Jesus!

I’m holy every morning. But.

My chalks cannot feed them.

My blackboard cannot shelter them.

Penises can ejaculate money.

Teacher Mary, mother of three

Prayer is not an option for sinners now be prostituted and pay for debt.

Say: Am whore woman.

Your irrelevant morality.

Not my practicality.

Am whore woman?

PARADISE FOUND

 Paradise is vast. But missing.

Our wings coveted by lord

to construct godliness.

Damned us to reap and sow.

We suffered. Forbidden to eat.

We cultivate. We are not cultivated.

We prayed for soil.

Buried some beneath the land.

We prayed for mana.

Stormed us with bullets.

We throw our fists.

Defy lord’s commandments.

Lord angered!

Immersed us in fire.

Paradise grew scorned  souls,

bathed crimson.

But we stood red

to reclaim stolen wings and fly.

Revealing the concealed paradise.

Put godliness in demise.

TO WRITE, TO LIVE, TO LOVE

To ___ is to excavate to the core.

Not to summit pointless erection

Nor its climactic satisfaction.

Not a libidinal monopoly

But to unfathom the self.

Fall beneath the deepest of neuron.

Swim to the void discovering colors.

Drift through space beyond lightyears.

Transcend than black hole could swallow.

Create meaning out of condemned absurdity.
Destroy towers of stiff existence.