xylopoet

What’s Love? Yes, it’s got to do with the way you want to experience reality. Like, right? Right when I left for Cleveland, my Wasband sent me a text that he had to pay for my former phone bill. Even when he got me dumb phone when i earned my own money, and my rich aunt paid for me, i never needed his hand. Even when his oThEr gf paid for his phone and he got a plan for the communards, it never made any sense to me. The never ending math equation with mula and ppl ruined my past life. Old money privilege got me confused… WTF is it you do? LEAVE HIM! Landback! & gtfo (get the eff out)! You are not even marc maron or lil wayne or averil lavigne just like me… you are HIM from the mf powderpuff girls.  All i do is write and draw. I’m with the idea of being a mystic, like a gosh darn gentleman, & a true lady. I’m fraternal in my one identity. What the heck does this difference in time zones matter when my direct experience fills my peripheral with my personal emotionality… ?. I’...

I’d been busy calculating the bad vibes, missing out on the shared times of bliss. Keeping my ego on in order to function properly, we went to many places, met many people, and had many emotional experiences. Even tho in all that we did, the running theme of said experiences was me trying to act normal and good. I succeeded. But the double-life we led together was constantly a thorn in my rose-vision. I’d been constantly “mildly annoyed” to the point of forgetting the instances we had which were honestly Golden. He was my eyes and ears in the aftermath of whatever went on with me. Every person we met felt like somebody he introduced me to in order to show me off and bid them farewell. I was always a respectful Polyamorist, even tho my meaning of that was slightly off in the context of our encounters. Hellogoodbye, I always uttered under my breath to folks who never even heard of the band. It was weird observing the interviews we had during our outings with his people. I just smiled and...

One thing about me is once this is all over and done with, I really wanna be somebody you used to know. Okay, my word salad mind is really on one this beginning. So I will allow this post to pour from me. I’ve been saying that my future is the best; but even in that case, the past is haunting. Sometimes I’m trying to enjoy a damn jam, and the message twists itself into something uncomfortable. Gotta keep me attuned to the love n beauty or else the personality you adore vanishes. Please keep on stayin’ alive, Mz. Tyde. Call me by my name, but “if you ain’t the bank teller don’t tell me nothin’!”. It’s like I'm dancing to Paper Planes when suddenly other people’s drama sabotages me being the Empress’s New Groove. This is why I want to delete some people who’ve populated my brain. As a Writer, my ocd trait/talent is writing too many stories on too many characters for my own entertainment. But that’s not necessary any longer, since I’ve slimmed my works of art into a smaller version of...

“I never get people who say they are an old soul. Like, why haven’t you escaped the cycle of Samsara?” Hindi chick on twitter. Haver of Kundalini Awakening. Could be funnier and thinner.  I rarely get out. I barely have anything to do these days. So when my brother invited me to see one his Djs play a set in Philly, I was alla bout it. Riddim is actually pretty cool. Electronic dance music has a ton of variety in its nature. Sometimes it’s musicians who are more mellow, and sometimes it’s kind of crashy and thrashy. Just like we have acoustic and hardcore, EDM is the same.  I like musicians like Tycho, Lane 8, Sultan Shepherd, these are some of the more calmer dance melodies. Jason has introduced me to the style of dubstep. It’s a bit more “electric” than the light techno or lowfi waves. Doesn’t mean I ain’t feel it, because I do, because as an Interpretive Dancer, I’m flexible. I really can nail the moves with the beats, naturally. It’s fun! I found myself catching my breath ...

1 attached identity ain’t nothin’ to the Love we climb to know in the afterlife of letting go. dance for avoidance when I’m only human back then, i didn’t have the memories the echos in my bone home the friendly reminders; right now, i do have the flashbacks the comeback the come up  to get down with our music. You are in my day dreams, still.  I keep hearing your voice talkin bout you keep hearing my voice. You’re all mine, so I don’t mind. The Law of Attraction >:} I see signs written in your tone. I know we’re in a plan. I was there! again, my friends, when i vow to bow and wow iontkna, im okay now. Good thing this is not some mopey poem about endings and bad news because we’re a Genius, a genie, in nice jeans And I am some Wonderwoman from an entirety who Loves my booh. I got better A lot now that i don’t believe we’ll ever faint gone again…  Im playing towards a Journey with my great mate sss, I’m polyamorous  beware  this is a closed open relationship ...

It’s good to be here. Today is the day. Rise n grind n shine. Etc. I never feel like my themes are tired.  What’s going on with me? Everything. Lately I’ve been in my daydreams. The news has shown International Women’s month so I’ve been celebrating. What’s going on with the band? Great inquiry. I remember the day I got released from Northbrook Behavioral Health Center filing for my $ocial $ecurity. The thing about me is that I unfold as these musicians do. After a month offline, I returned to see a new album drop announcement with a tour lined up. I don’t believe this blog is a report of my facts. I believe it is an emo poem. I’m living in a promise. So i’ll show up for myself and those who support it. My fangirl status is maturing over the course of evolution. As structure of linear past becomes blended, it is as though my Soul comes into being in various environments across the calendars.  @portugaltheman IS in my Major Arcana. This is not a minor coincidence or merely an i...