xylopoet

 These poems poured from me this past springtime following  a depressive episode. Thank you for supporting bipolar artists. Nothing oh it’s just the destruction of the self you’ve been warned about the tendency to disappear sideways when the going gets absurd the demolition gets going. clearing for creation like a parking lot over paradise paving ways away the way i try to fight the morning light but it pours in through the open door rays ablaze piercing patterns beckoning a rise when there is no shine from the inside i am an ice cube kept from the cold puddled. from mud sprout lotus i know this but i doom drown where roots rot buried alive i try to blossom from the bottom of the mush mess i’ve become yet the seasons cold blanketing freeze where i lay sold out of soul out of gas & out of road where a bed’s all the home when only up i know ain’t enough to go with warm waves to save me from below this show has one episode never golden still frozen. Holding on something’s gon...

This one’s about two interesting interactions i had with two very nice dudes i met, one near LA in California and one in rural Virginia.  The first acquaintance of mine was telling me about himself when he casually and coolly said he is first generation american”. That was my first time hearing the term, so i asked what it meant. He said his parents were born and raised in Russia, and that they moved to America for his birth, making him the first one in all his family’s lineage to be born outside of Russia.  Flash forward 5 years to Virginia. I’m chatting with an acquaintance of mine. He asked me, “So…what are you?” when wanting to hear about my heritage. Like, those ancestry tests that define your lineage going back centuries. And I’m from this general region (New Jersey) so he assumed I’d say some part of Western Europe, maybe irish or italian or english which is the answer I’d always been trained to say.  But i kinda think like, I don’t really identify as any of those ...

proud proclamation for predestined program as a ticket to relief.  the belief that life unfolds itself without upholds myself power in our gripless going showing the flowing as the sole source guide growing freely this whole time. the letter i  isn’t capitalized since individuation ain’t real as we feel tied to the creation holistically, really  it couldn’t be just me in relation  to the grand scheme outing who i’ve been being as stardust  even the most robust style lives as a meanwhile to earth’s sundial to space’s moonchild & there is profound solace  identified that none of this stands alone  where there’s interconnectivity  within every bone we are all one here at home any place any time we decide we’re passengers on the ride one, two, three, eyes perceive allies  in everyone as they are the matching sides of my multidimensional, transcendental  walking, talking, breathing time.

This is a poem about the nature of cyclic change.  you don’t know what you don’t know keeping us confined all the time inside the paradigm comfort zone called home. when the power of experience  steers us from fears, there’s everything you’ve yet to undergo for us to know. You can count on me like birds amid trees each dawn carrying on a familiar song the same kind of line of reasoning I’ve drawn out and about  in an attractive display the same kind of way every day. Admittingly I must say daily duplications string a staycation of stagnation; the opposite of growth is not decay  but frozen within the days laid all the same.  Snapping cycles like a pinch and click makes you think that everything in the kitchen sink could be remodeled  with a few footsteps to the right rather left could be unbottled  from up inside that  pretty little mind of mine when time is redesigned as an invitation for news those blues by choosing the same daily thing fade out...

Where I come from, there is an aphorism- “No news is good news”. It is a statement heard in small-talk, a point made from someone with no updates or progressive stories about their life, or nothing in development with themselves. It’s, in my ears, a normalized reply to the rudimentary “how are you?”, signifying the steadiness of a functioning lifestyle. At best, it denotes the security of living just fine. At worst, it is a sure sign of the sheeple [*dramatic drumming* dun dun dun!]. Well the shepherd can’t herd a polyamorist! I’d like to reiterate that Poly is a commitment to the theory that ‘many loves’ in practice can be a more satisfying module than ‘one love’ framework. Thus, the mark of motivation in a poly circle is certainly the desire to personify something new. Nonmonogamy, apart from traditional 1-on-1 marriage, is the difference poly personalities feel passionate about in making society. Characteristically, we enjoy shaking up the norm (from collective conditioning), redefi...

Welcome to your deprogramming. Brave being here now. Dive on in and enjoy the enlightening ride…  As an introduction to the mindset for this intended philosophy, let’s play Define & Defy.  Define & Defy is an outline for understanding concepts. It’s done when we make a definition of something, and elaborate on what something is not.  Know that the entirety of this University is creative, flexible, evolving, and reflects the opinions of the author. Thus, as discernment is encouraged in any learning experience, remain aware of the subjectivity on this topic.   Define: Polyamory - the word itself translates literally as, “many” “loves”. In context here, it is first an adjective, in characterizing itself as an identity trait, i.e. polyamorous. The verb form of the definition takes place in the joining of people choosing this identity.          Defy: Polyamory -  the term has been associated as a description...

I wonder if you have ever had one single day alone. Completely alone, within your body stripped of a role to embody. Nobody else to view you in keeping you in check with the person you’re supposed to be. No one there to spark your voice the specific way it is in any scene. Scenes which deliver context for your stream of consciousness, and cause your behavior. When you are not the narrative demanded by your inborn family, or the performer from your school or job place, or the significant other they need you to be… it is only here, absent of societal expectations, where someone becomes awakened to deeper senses entailed in being human. The most important aspect of my life these days is to continually represent nothing besides my personal nature. Personal nature would be the qualities of your character, unique to you based on your experiences and empathetic relations to them. My intention currently is to exist freely outside or beyond any and all structures or systems, all together. This ...