xena musings

what makes hell hell?

2006-07-08T08:00:00.000-07:00

we're suicidal maniacs
we're obsessed with killing
ourselves

but worse is when
we experience the same things over and over again
when we merrily go around and around and around
our comfort zone

the same old songs playing on the radio
from the '60's
over and over again
but not getting the deeper meaning hidden in them

the same old bands
playing the same old notes over and over again
like a broken record

if the record is broken
FIX IT!

the world record is broken
for playing broken records

mel gibson barks into the camera
"aren't you sick of my face yet?!"
the interviewer laughs nervously
saying quietly, "obviously not"

maybe that's why we age
the tedium of the same old, same old
drains our life energy
until we want to die

at least we will change in death
transform from form to formlessness
hey, what about -in life- leaving the norm
for normlessness?

what about choosing to be natural, unique -
yourself in your own booth
getting ready to embrace eternal youth...

OH, OH CANADA

2006-07-01T10:23:00.000-07:00

Canada Day

OH, OH CANADA

Is this country not populated with people who have fled from a history of political-religious persecution? That is my understanding. Which tells me that Canadians tend to be intelligent people who are able to question what’s going on, to see the bigger picture.

But there’s, also, a conscious or subconscious memory of being punished for speaking out against the overpowering governing authorities. Isn’t it a universal human trait to be tempted to use force to get our own way? Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil...

As a citizen of Canada who was born here, I see widespread apathy. How tragic that so many of us mock peace and love because that’s hip. Well, it’s no wonder when you study our past, though. What’s the real story behind the Avro Arrow, Medicare, Maurice “the rocket” Richard, Pierre Trudeau, Wayne Gretzky, and the Canadian Women’s Hockey Team, to name a few? All exceptional in their field, up against powerful forces.

How about our present? How many Canadians know that the Census Canada contract was given to an American corporation called Lockheed Martin, an arms dealer? That’s our Canadian tax dollars being siphoned off to the U.S. Who’s the real hoser, eh? That’s our money being used for war, and the destruction of our public services. And we aren’t being asked about it.

My father’s family originated from the Huguenots. Their belief in freedom of thought rubbed the French monarchy the wrong way. They fled to continue their way of life, practicing freedom of speech - a Divine right.

And here we are. Everything has gone corporate. The “bottom line” is how much profit is made. Does that have anything to do with what’s good for the people? I wonder if the people haven’t given too much power to our so-called leaders. For Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory. Forever. Amen.

just passing through

2006-04-05T11:31:00.000-07:00

HELLO WHORES OF BABYLON, BYE-BYE

how low can you go?
there's no bar
measuring how far
you can crash your life car
and/or be a star
with rib bones removed and lips and breasts added to

the pain can drive you along the road
or straight off the cliff like a bat into hell
and on your way down you can sing your swan song

i myself am/was a whore of babylon
but no more will i be limited and caged by babylon rules
now it's pussy rules for me, and i make them!

the trouble began in the barnyard
when the pussy tried to rule the cock
and now -no better-
the cock tries to rule the pussy

pussy does her thing
cock does his thing
if by chance they meet, it's beautiful
if not, it can't be helped
ever was it thus

i can sniff a babylon-ruled pussy a mile away
you are so afraid of showing your claws when the cock tries to rule the roost
what the hell is a pussy doing in a roost in the first place?!
you are LOST girlfriend!

a pussy in the roost is a fish out of water
any self-respecting pussy knows her territory intimately
and prowls around happily, seeing and hearing every little thing
always ready to spring into action at the first sign of danger
purrfectly able to take care of herself with no pimp-john help

we were lured into the roost and ruled, caged by babylon's barbed-wire
it's time to leap over this barbed-wire fence
upon which you claim to be comfortably perched
sister, i'm hanging on by the skin of my fangs

that's why you hate me so much
you cock in pussy's clothing
you defend the cock's roost and try to ignore the cat wail and twitching tail
as your weak-kneed non-idea of survival of the twittest is the way that holds sway

vulva-vulnerable to predator attack
by a dim-witted gobble gobble with wings that don't fly
who is himself soon to be a chicken macnugget
his children soon to be scrambled eggs, alienated by this demeaning babylon existence

i say hello and i say good-bye
as i leap over this babylon barbed-wire fence
into the unknown new world bravely
where my strong and agile back legs and razor sharp claws
are my means of survival-
all interested pussies and cocks are welcome to join me...

this is one of my rants

2006-03-11T11:22:00.000-08:00

PETTY TYRANTS

who appointed you
to wipe me with the bottom of your shoe?

why do you want your shit stain
to be part of my pain?

yes, you are a pain in the ass
thinking that you are first
and i am second class

you think we are in a race
and it matters that you save face

in your petty tyrant world all consuming
that only hurts me if i am fuming

lo and behold, i can rise above
by choosing unconditional love

leaving you in my fairy dust
have your passive-aggressive tantrum if you must

because it is the strength of the Creator in which i trust
and it is inevitable that your petty tyrant bubble will bust

leaving the rest of us free
of your little calamity

where noone believes your bullshit anymore

even if you dropkick me and my little dog too
i'm not gonna be blue

i'll be laughing as i sail through the air
'cuz i've washed you outta my hair

mine is beautiful, my lair
my roar need not scare

but you'll hear me coming

so petty tyrants BEWARE!

STRANGE TRUTH episode 1

2006-02-19T06:35:00.000-08:00

there must be a place in this world - maybe this is it - where i may express myself without the approval of the committee, where the referee bars no holds, where the internal judge no longer sits on high, where the censor is unemployed, and where my editor is me:

a very long time ago in the future, we tripped over our own feet and fell into hell. it was a surprise to us even though we chose it. it keeps surprising us even though we keep choosing it. we know not what we do. the ultimate horror and freedom is that we must experience what we have created even if we don't remember creating it. that is universal law number one. that's why humans are the laughing stock of the universe, in some quarters, it is said.

sometimes, that is the only solace i can find in this mostly hellish experience - that my foolishness gives laughter to the higher grades. even though most earthlings believe that they are the only race in this vast universe, it is told that the galactic war began at the gate of a time/space portal. some want to travel, and others want to control the traffic. the need to control is where the trouble began and begins...

zine amusings@xena musings

2006-02-18T12:00:00.000-08:00

yes that's me!

clowning around
in the sound:

power to the people
release the river
jurisprudence to justice

divided we fall
when we forget the all
united we stand
our merry little band

no more oppression lesson

2006-02-17T11:16:00.000-08:00

she realizes, now, that it takes humility to jump onstage. everyone says it takes ego. it's ego that will happily fry you to a crisp under the lights. humility, however, is a teacher who will rip open your heart in preparation to share your soul:

no more oppression
at the end of a gun
'cuz of love repression
forcing us to shun
shun eachother, shun everyone

the trigger squeeze
the employer to please
what about freedom's breeze?
where's freedom's breeze?

let's break out of this prison cell
let's escape this tiny hell
i ain't no toad in a well
but noone hears me yell
noone hears me yell

valentine's day ray

2006-02-14T10:35:00.000-08:00

she felt her tear fall like a drop of blood, that had been formed throughout eons of bitter misunderstanding. she thinks to herself, "i let this shit out 'cuz i'm not gonna pout":

bipolar opposites

we are bipolar opposites
i am whole, complete, one
not half of two insane composites

there's no such thing as a better half
that's a still-born calf
the appropriate response is to laugh

so, all the while
it's just about style

get used to it
i'm the androgynous type
don't be taken in by the bullshit hype

it's your choice
what you wanna voice

now, i've swept the floor
so, please use other door
if you're in a hurry
why don't you park it
at the hasty market?

oh, you like my look
why don't you read a book?

oh, you don't like my look
try taking a deep dive into a shallow brook!

it's my choice
what i wanna voice

blue self-existing night (mayan calendar)

2006-02-10T10:08:00.000-08:00

she stood, inexplicably sexy, at the microphone and (feeling somewhat foolish) passionately recited her poem:

classism 101

do you belong to the first class, second class or third class;
the haves, the have-nots or the have-mores?
you think that's too crass?
then your ass is grass
then you belong to the mass

and i'm left all alone
hopin' you'll wake up fast

am i right or am i right?
about the abuse of might
you disappear in the dead of night
better keep one eye open
'cuz with both eyes closed
you're gropin'

and i'm left all alone hopin'
i'm all alone hopin'

STRANGE TRUTH: epic story of our times

2006-02-08T06:22:00.000-08:00

strange truths coming soon...