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My Purple Heart
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Progressive / electronic / rock / rap Whatever I feel is right
The Trying. A name representing something we must constantly be doing in our lives. This is the epitome of myself. This is my space without restrictions. The personal/political - inseparably wound.
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Podcasts Poetry
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#117 in subgenre Peak #5
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Peak #39
Author
Chris Kaetzel
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September 14, 2013
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MP3 7.4 MB 128 kbps 8:05
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Jesus’ supposed words have shackled me and crucified a people like me Although he was conceived by woman and God, somehow he came out male although he is not a product of it Americans placed him on the US dollar bill A legendary bill that bought worldwide capitalism and gave it to the rest of the world as a Christmas present Some were good children but the others unwrapped their present at gun point We took the shell casings and made a crown to replace the thorns Then we burned the presents and replaced them with credit and today was born Capital is punishment and punishment may be capital And hierarchies are masculine and this whole world has turned into one giant pyramid scheme With pharaohs waving swords at the top slaughtering the women as they try to climb Slaughtering the men who will not slaughter Picking a destiny for those in between and treating them accordingly The sun is burning all of them and as it rises… Each morning my blue eyes are exposed by lifting shields Red blooded American with a mixmatched soul and genitals Awaking for another day where my inner eyes stare at myself From my colored eyes whether they are brown and hard or they are black and hard To my skin or eyebrows which will snow each day if they do not receive contact of warm water And black grass in which is a yard unkempt by a homeowner who would be fine setting for to the entire thing I begin all of my addictions at once and end them never but my compulsions vary Cloth choice depends on who I am performing today, although they are all within the same purple flesh To those to who I am unknown, which river shall you cross today? For the natives know the water well I begin as most white canvases marked phallically do, for I am human Like an outlaw in an inmate disguise, I peel off the superficial layers that I feel help make me who I am I shall waste water like a good inhabitant like the rest of you waste judgment on your theories that you accept as law Then I mow that black lawn oh so greenly of those who differ in certain biology and who do pay dearly for such a thing That silver line you joke about then immediately dispose of is obvious And it is okay It disappears for the same reason that it remains apparent Because it should be and remain forever irrelevant But because this flesh hangs from between my legs, it will not And as I am finished washing and drying those judgments I am dirty as I began because true cleanliness is pumped from my red heart and jaded veins Yet I proceed to play into a hierarchical capitalistic procedure in which targets binary constructs as I pretend I am breaking them I pretend and hope and feel and want to break them into the tiny multi-faceted rainbow multiples that are still attached that I feel they are That I know they are and are to be if I ever hope to be a human being However, I digress from the trivial to the core But does all philosophy? From theoretical to reality, it all intertwines So here I am, painting these mirrors with a mirror so you can see my mirrors but they’re just glass to me Don’t worry! I used a phallus for the paint job Watch it Watch it Watch it paint me feminine So here I am, presented with two vitalities in which the world gives me as options Do you eat or do you drink? Choose one and only one So I will pick like it’s a f*** ing choice And the passion isn’t disinginuine because see, I do love each so-called “choice” because I have a raging appetite So I will play this game, so fresh, and enjoy every minute of it Flirting and laughing like a good girl I mean boy! I mean man! Sorry, please don’t punish me Please don’t because it won’t change anything Oh lady how I love thee And I do, I do, I do I love you because you are human And too because you’re beautiful And also, but not lastly, because you are a reflection of a soul that has rules you play by I admire and have respec
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