“My cup will always have enough water to hydrate my soul! And even when I am shattered, I am divinely whole.”
-Zisa Aziza
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“Awareness without action is like sun with no breeze, it is upon you to facilitate life with ease. And although trees require photosynthesis, they, too, wither if they do not breathe.”
-Zisa Aziza
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“The internal dystopian complex supersedes yet complements the ruins our hegemonic system breeds; while collective gaslighting precedes our resistance to accept that which heeds.”
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Energy is a pheromone sensed by the soul.
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“Will You Ever Smoke Again?”
If I have learned the recipe for my healing,
Why would I change the ingredients?
The requisite for well-being is obedience.
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“Do not concede possibility;
Assert your curiosity.”
-Zisa Aziza
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May my body be a safe home for the evolution of my soul.
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“I have no inclination of climbing a ladder;
I have every intention of building a raft.”
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Conditions
If by knowing you:
A demand is that I set aside clarity for a fog,
Or trade harmony for the demagog
I will go analog and burn the memory of you like winter’s log
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Lady in a Dress
Fermenting in my skin,
The oak barrel of my soul
Forgive me if I drip,
For I am God’s kin
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“Your psyche is the plantation, and the slave master is your conditioned socialization.”
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Albeit
When the scapegoat becomes a black sheep, how somber the weep.
When evil sharpens your wings, you pierce the sky and to the divine your destiny clings.
When you thrash in the waters of your sunken soul, in stillness, you remember this is how you become whole.
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Although we make love to a necrotic economic system, such as capitalism, we wonder why depression stalks the ingenuity of our society.
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I have been placing temporal bandages upon spiritual injuries, and misinterpreting my cosmic mysteries. As I peel this self-discovery, I am inebriated by sipping from divine distilleries.
Zisa Aziza
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“I will neither water cement, nor seed clouds; in my discontent, I will dissent the madness of our collective descent.”
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