You are Art creating Art. www.instagram.com/weslynwolven Every Electron of Matter MATTERS as each blade of grass is a Piece of Peace. I validate the internal storming chaos as the complacent sleep. Blessed Relative I AM screaming behind every brush stroke & best of the drum I AM SINGING FOR YOU. There are countless beings enslaved, trafficked, raped, eaten, poisoned & charged to live a slow death HERE ON OUR BELOVED TURTLE ISLAND! DO NOT LOOSE HOPE FOR…
Did I imagine you there or can you hear me as loudly as I hear you? The inhabitants of my skull feel extrinsic & ever nearing me... are my magnetic currents bringing you closer to knowing my name or is my resounding etheric chaos interrupting my signal calling home. Are there others like me? 🕸🕷🌀🧿🐺🧿🌀🕷🕸 Gone. The world I knew is gone... & here now a new One dawns. Languid Lucid Liquid Am I merely an illusion…
Dissipate my particles of disbelief Disband my scars of doubt My Purpose is Playing with my Passions
What an age to be cloaked in the skin of the enemy... how deep loathing reeks in my ancestral lineage... if only I could be seen for how I feel internally... ah the bitter pings of isolation gnawing at fractured fibers of my fragmented mind. Without pause on repeat my subconscious sounds: "DREAMWEAVER DELIVER MY SOUL PLEASE” what am I begging for? To whom am I really pleading with? Whose voice is this that responds to my…
We are Unified Only in our Diversity. Every shade, spectrum, size, shape & species of being on this Sacred Planet is a Gift. Truth is a mighty blow & Love is the Only way to escape Fear. I am fighting for a world where everyone knows their life matters... it shatters me to see my friends & loved ones flying protest signs saying #blacklivesmatter #nativelivesmatter #translivesmatter #lgbtqlivesmatter OF COURSE AND FAR MORE THAN MATTER! I am disgusted…
Horse Medicine from my Sacred Rebel: Rebel teaches me to give love I must first be rooted in self awareness. When I am grounded my presence is a present to the herd & I am heard when my mind is still enough to speak clearly. Time melts away in the pasture & the tempo of horses is instead regulated by rhythm of the heart.
Tired & Candor I miss places I’ve not seen & I miss beings I have never met My cotton mouth is dry Yet my tears make my cheeks wet Please don’t call me a hero I Am living a lie Motivation at zero for the Dead cannot Die Tell me Tell me what is the matter My prophetic disaster Tell me Tell me what is this cancer When will questions bring answers? Tell me Tell me what…
sing me from apathy siren sing me outta...siren sing me out of apathyset me free empathize with mesiren sing me out of apathybring me back to life with your songtake me in to where i belongcall me home till i'm not alone sing me out of apathy
Oh the things I would tell myself from back then. 23 & 29, I would hold myself close & tell lil Wezzy: “100 pounds will come & go... That men that beat you do not love you “ I would kiss my own tummy & weep, “You will have three children die inside your womb- be not a grave & dance with grace in grief. “ I would take my own face in my hands and Eskimo…
I was born to a prison of concrete Beaten down raped you know “Cuz it was God’s Creed” “That’s what you need” said every otha Program Swallowin’ No Tomorrow Wallowin’ Zombie on the Main Street Call me “Devil Child” - “Burn the Wild Witch” Tune Out the Crying Terror of the “Fat Bitch” Ignore the red-streaked hate runnin’ down her fist Add another diagnosis to your shit list Another Homeless Teen to Hopeful Teacher Still an Obscene…