My pride...Last night I played the temptress right to the door of your desire,I found my body but next to it were your lies.I burn fire walls around my sexlike no other woman I've ever known, &Unlike no other I can define why I won't be overthrown..What I am is what you can see beyond my eyesand i fiercely protect all the beauty in this mind.I am all that I know and I haven't been me for nothingso I aint sharing my sex unless its my mind that you're loving...The first womans tear fell when she met manipulationwhen she confused her worth with societal expectation.Her grief simmers like a storm in summer;she knows it's brewing, she can smell it coming.I'm on bended knee before a pressure that surrounds me,begging for exemption from a life that'd destroy me,I carve a wound in my conscience when my body is a toolto feed your blood rush and to feed your fool...What is amazing about us and our ever growing intellectis fuelled by passion, understanding and respect;take away the fundamentals we are nothing but a body…ugly and empty, reminiscent of what we should be.We fuck with our power like religion with truth -a feel good remedy to ease the tension that looms.Hands on my body without grace or desireunlike most ignite the wrong kind of fire.You laid your kiss on my lips, strange I didn't feel you,when you looked in my eyes I saw you see straight through.Looking for a place to lay me, persuade me,you thought you could bed me, without having to embrace me.Last night I played the temptress beneath your aching starebut I busted you babeYOU WERE NEVER REALLY THERE
I'd like to meet:
George W. Bring it on.
Music:
Waterpark of course! Along with their courageous (yet futile) immitators.. Artists who defy boundaries and who in every sense, are unafraid of their voice. I'm right into a chickie by the name of jess harlen at the moment (thank you myspace); a soul singer from who knows where; just got one of those voices that rolls right through u... i think about that voice all day.ani,ani, ani, ani, ani - who has shaped so much of who i am and always will grow to be. tori, gotye, iota, tea party, jeff b, katie noonan, fleetwood, kate t, radiohead, waifs, Bob Dylan, Blue King Brown, Dave Matthews, Head PE, Incubus, Janis, John Frusciante, Hendrix, RAGE, Pj Harvey, Lior, Tool, Butler, Xavier, Bob M, Fiona Apple, REM, Audreys, lamb, lou reed, portishead, Incubus, Mia Dyson, and any unsigned, independent artist whose heart is in the rightest place of all
Movies:
Amelie - for the truth.
Mr Hollands Opus - for the desperateness. Natural Born Killers - for all love. little miss sunshine - for granddad! yooohooooo hoo! Garden state - for the INFINITE ABYSS...
Books:
The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf. Stand up and be counted goddammit!
