A WOMAN IN A HURRICANE

A WOMAN IN A HURRICANE
PROTECTED SOLELY BY THE THIRD EYE
HER HAIR FLYING IN THE AIR
OF DANCING MEN
IN THE GRASS
WHISPERING LIES
WHILE SHE CARESSES HER HEARTS
IN A HURRICANE

WILD EYES
OPEN NIGHT
HAIR EVERYWHERE
AIR VERY COLD
SKIN WARM
SOIL GREY AND DRY

IN A HURRICANE

A WOMAN IN A HURRICANE
A WOMAN IN A HURRICANE

PROTECTED
FROM FEMALE INTUITION
FROM INHERITED LIES
FROM FEMALE INHIBITIONS
FROM UNEXPECTED
UNEXPECTED
UNEXPECTED

PEACE

WHITE-PAINTED BLACK BONES
WILD ANIMALS READY TO FIGHT
BUT THERE'S NO REASON
THEY HAVE MISTAKEN
A DAY FOR A NIGHT

IN A HURRICANE

“I don’t want to be a healer.” 7 years. Attaining wisdom. Understanding. Detachment. “I still want to be an artist.” Seclusion. Healing. Reprogramming. Uniting. “A Woman In A Hurricane.” Entering and exiting forbidden emotions. “Hidden areas of life are always exposed to me first. Your face last. I resonate within you until you are. I act like you." I sing and I feel everyone vibrating within my cells. I write music when shaken by universe. I’m only shaken. Had to wait for the strength. Cannot be blind, although learnt to pretend to be. Perfect pitch lost and found. Body recovered. All your experiences are mine. My experiences non existent. I am invisibly translucent. United across the spheres of unpredictable order. No age. No name. No reason. No identity. Grounded levitation. A Woman In A Hurricane.

A WOMAN IN A HURRICANE is a new music / film project currently in production.