A soldier fights in someone else's army
Armies are used for control
A warrior fights as an army for the self
Selves are used for freedom
Babes, Dames, Dolls, Dandies, Fags, Femmes and Fairies of all bodies, flowers & fenders:
Makeup is not for women to wear
Nor is it worn for the eyes of men
Like all warriors have done before us
Paint is worn only for the arousal of gods
And all that which is done for the Devine
Can be dangerous stuff
Lipstick is real big magic
An ancient power that works in small roses
Whatever the conjure
Weather for lover or for cover
Paintin yer face provokes another
And if true beauty is made of pain
(Trust, it certainly is)
Then the painted must be protected
...Do you know how to use yer thorns?
One day when I was just only a boy
A giant eagle I was fixed on above
Swooped down from the sky
And ripped me off this earth
It's talons dug deep into my back and shoulders as it screeched its soaring call Though now bleeding
I did not mind the stinging
For I was more fraid of the height
And distance we were gaining from the earth
So much so that I welcomed its piercing grip
And when I could finally ask
As to whereabout it was they takin me
Is when they answered with the release of its clutches
And as I fell through the clouds
This is the place
Now fly child
Shoulders and back still badly bruised
Made flapping my arms
Fer the snake of all that's long gone dead done gone or forgotten how to and been put in back of
They can now slither about accurately with what that was underneath em is now each a very special little vertebrae to be moved in order to move another of
Everyday they go to work. Don't always know what it is I'll be workin on necessarily, just know that the works gotta be done. After been doin this work in a place called a gym, for a good decade without any knowledge other than necessity, they have so humbly come to a great reward of this daily work.
The Ancestral Language of Aesthetics
Devine Design of Movement and the Art of Raising the Dead
If everything ya ever lookin for
Is inside of where ya never been b4
And where ya ain't never stepped foot yet
Is probably where ya ben warned not to tread then
Naturally this is footin ya avoid but
AKA THE RHYTHM
of the Great Ancestors of the Last Mojosexual
Called Hollywood Texas
...AND SENSEI SAYD TO THEY:
"Gotten all I ever got and gave up
From beatin the drum
Like it or not
Drum knows best
Made all I make
From beatin drums too
Lookin ahead can see behind
With the beat of the drum
Seen all that there is too much to see
Through the waves the drum makes
They is the drum
God is THE drum
So are dreams
And pain is a kinky little mother
Of a tiny queer, two sided drum called love
A Human Being does drumming
Because the drums must be beaten
There is MOJO because of the drum
Naycher because of the drum
He She We beats the drum
Or they ARE NOT being
So if ya aint got no hope?
Beat the drum
Ain't got no lover?
Just beat the drum
Ain't got no cope?
Beat the drum baby
Ain't got no mother?
Just beat the drum hun
No friend no foe?
Huh... beat drum!
No day no better than yester?
Better beat that drum friend
Ain't got no fun to have to hold?
Best to just beat the drum
Can't find a way in?
Beatin any drum will do
No way out?
Yes beat the drum
All is lost?
Never stop beatin the drum
Don't know what?
Don't know how?
Don't know a damn thing!
Just beat the drum
27 Good mornings Each
3 x 27 Squats w/band
Every 90sec X 4
18 frog flys
12 alt renegade rows
Every 90sec X 4
18 Glute Hinges
6 Dumbbell Split-Thrusters Each