Otep Shamaya
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SljSlj said:
08-19-2010 09:34 AM
Otep Shamaya
Some poetry from this beautiful woman: (They read a little weird, but in the right mindset, they're fantastic)
Strange Species
down deep
beneath a sun
of dripping wax
eye sea
swiftly
over hissing rock &
silver bladed forest grass
waving high
beneath a
frosty
Liquid
thick
with sky
quivering
emerald
gun metal gray
slowly
spreading out
- thinning in the center
like death infections
in the swollen sticky
throat of winter
and hiding in the
weaponry
absent of light
breeding thots
in the darkness
.. worshipping the Night
[strange species]
sea
without
speeking
akt
without
knowing
luv
without
phealing
hurt
when
they're
healing
on a
different
frequency
burning
like leprosy
hosting
the end
of all endings
the
new breed
the
new seed
these
mental alchemists
this
is what we've
been waiting for
this
is who we've
been waiting to be
this sweet,
devouring
infection
oh i surrender
come now....
cover
me.
Well Fed
inside
gentle
houses
buried in the slumber of
laundry baskets & filthy sinks
surrounded by ghosts
who refuse to accept
their deth
who refuse to
pheal uhgen
hoo notice nuthing
but arrogance & availability
down
down
o
w
n
below the milky edge
of sight hibernation
in the
hungry
smiles
of
grinning
gorgons
covered
in sin
watching
the
moon
die
trance-forming
saving
the uniVERSE
uhgen
spinning
like
serpents
in battle
with the armies
of mediocrity
& the ritual
heat of fire
conspiring
against every
single 1 of them
hoo hate
hour speeseas
hoo H8
my taste
of reality
who seek
to destroy
that which
makes me whole
down
the
corridoor
past
the
green
shag
& feather
pillow crime
anarchies
i practise
my secret powers
of 4bidden invisibility
ancient &
alone
know one
not won
actually
ever
really
seize
Mee.
cannibal
hed
frend of the ded
phealing
my way to
perfection
inviting
the
living void
nightly
pheeding
my growing
infection
and soh
my duty of
sacrifice
my worthless
yet determined
advice
is
2
escape
the skin.
escape
the skin.
challenge
everything
&
kill
whut
u can
can u
taste
my fever ...
pleez?
What I Would Like To See
what i would like to see ...
is a group of artists, patriots, & poets
.. addicts of anarchy
form a secret society
a religious group w/out a secular god
they could call themselves
"Children of the Hunt"
or whatever they wanted it to be
and seek out all the hate-ists,
mind rapists, and frauds
and they would use their pens,
their souls,
& their brushes to mend
the spine of the world
with a venom of art, freedom, & friends
and then ...
our enemies would know
the true meaning of fear
they would know
the end of their tyranny
is almost here ...
and the philosphers
would attack
and the street poets
fight back
in the bloody canals of the metropolis ...
the machinery of night
grinds its gears
earth & snakes
fires & quakes
forevers child
speaker of flames
w/ battle scars
& freedom cries
a smoking pen
deciphering signs
what i would like to see
is all of you .. everyone ..
slowly
softly
abruptly
setting yourselves .... free.
[sevas tra will be our battle cry]