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]