1. THE UNNAMED PATH

Into the dark night of the soul
Emotional balance restored
Self-limiting beliefs forsaken
Cultivate the Shadow Self
Spirituality made visceral
We have healed the religious wounds of a stifling upbringing
We have absolved ourselves of shame and guilt
We have communed with our true ancestors
We have raised the Great Crossroads
We now see the third face of God
In defiance of binary gender, we are made whole and surrender To the unity of synchronicity
And in life, outward reflection
The power of resonance
Like vibrates like
Like amplifies like
In true greatness


2. THE WITCH CUNT

This woman is Athena
This woman is Medusa
No longer the vehicle of her male counterpart, she is armed And militant
Yet in no way a reflection of the stolid directness,
The frank simplicity, the violent impotence of the masculine Savage
Compulsion recast as understanding
Constraint recast as protection
This woman is Goldman
This woman is Constantine
Water poured over thick black lines
Stay here
Breathe here
One shape is no shape
A mist to obscure the lines you've drawn
Stay here
Breathe here
Flow out
Moist breath on hot tissue
Flow out
Breathe here
Flow out


3. HELEN WILL NEVER HAVE HER REVENGE ON NEW ORLEANS

It's coming for us through the trees
This is a message from the River
This is a sermon from Nature
To see us weep and moan, to see us float or drown
This is a blighted land, infected with the virus of human Greed
Corruption chokes every breath as we exalt the culture of Excess
Inhaled to the depths of our oaken roots
Exhaled as billowing refinery pollution
Indifference subsists in our bones
This is our unspoken history, a bestial temperament obscured By social constraints
And that brief moment when Nature's wrath released us
From Modernity's restraints has offered us a glimpse of what Boils beneath our skin
But do not confuse causality and cataclysm
This is systemic violence, and we are all guilty
Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the Streets
She'll come back as fire and burn all the liars, leave a Blanket of ash on the ground


4. SKINWALKER

And at once I realize that the hand I hold is black with Corruption
That the gilded rhetoric is a sibilant mantra meant to Stifle guilt
That the staunch discipline of tradition is merely the Coward's path
And that this descent into compromise is the death of Friendship
I've witnessed you slit the throat of the young idealist
And impale empathy to the hilt of your sword
You wear a stranger's face. Your eyes hold no recognition
Conceal the vastness of self-betrayal beneath the Scientist's cloak
Beneath the scholar's mantle, beneath the hedon's frock
Drink the blood of this perverse deception
Escape in inebriation
Bonds consecrated in our most private moments
Loyalty sacrificed in the blaze of denial
My emptiness has built your altar
And I worshipped myself in you forever