Michaela
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At 18, Michaela commands a voice and presence beyond her years. The performance poet and singer/songwriter employs a simultaneously melodic and forceful tongue to mold her performances into entrancing, passionate experiences. Michaela grew up in Brockton, MA and owes both her performance and writing style to its diverse spectrum of social and cultural influences. Last year, under the penname Event Horizon, Michaela completed her first collection of poetry called Like a Lie,
a preliminary showcase of her insights. Dropping the pseudonym, Michaela is working on a new collection of poetry entitled The Underground, an anticipated raw portrayal of more cogent topics and style.
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The Lord's Consecration
If I could find my reflection multiplied in fragments of broken glass strewn across the grass where the swings sway
Possibly then I would be able to justify the ambience of the elements surrounded by my own essence
Humanity might then show itself through its soul rather than through common mortality
And then might evanescence itself slip away and fade to be known simply as ephemeral in time…
If I could find my image represented in spray painted lines graffitied on the courts where spheres take wing
Perhaps then genesis could be reborn from a whisper in my eyes where teardrops form from human rain
Divinity might then restore itself as the sanctuary present in pious psyche
And then might worldly perdition itself be crucified to die in devout gloamings…
If only my aura’s apparition would appear in unholy eyes.
While Society Sleeps
Crookedness dances with hypocrisy
Observing the pain every girl and every boy keeps
Ain’t no sleep
The corner store’s hit
Little Mama cries cuz she gotta tell her little boy about clips
Baby Boy knows more than I do about a click
He’s only six
Watches them thugs on the corner lit
Runs around the school yard already talkin shit
Already starting to submit
To the stereotype of illegit
School labeled him unfit
Reality: he could outwit
Mind like a whip
Unmotivated he quit
Victim of what society permits
Crookedness dances with hypocrisy
Observing the pain every girl and every boy keeps
Ain’t no sleep
Lights on the corner lit
Little Mama cries cuz she gotta sell herself for her kid
She can’t put food on the table and stay legit
They call her Magic
She’s on the corner turning tricks
Baby Boy gotta hear ‘em scream “How many licks?”
“Get on the floor bitch!” “Strip!”
It was too long ago she lost her grip
Politics’ foot made her trip
Now to live she gotta commit
Moral crimes- ripped
In a way no one can fix
Victim of what society permits
Crookedness dances with hypocrisy
Observing the pain every girl and every boy keeps
Ain’t no sleep
The corner’s stained by slits
Little Mama cries cuz of the memory she’s gotta live
She can’t look into her son’s eyes without a twist
Her heart’s sick
Baby Boy’s the product of all she wants to forget
The pain and fear of unwanted sex
Now glares she has to accept
Another’s crime she’s gotta regret
Now she’ll never get her mind set
And she’s got Baby Boy’s life to affect
Her heart will never get fixed
Two lives all torn and ripped
Victims of what society permits
Mortal Corruption
Lucifer’s Lover
a.k.a. Mary’s Mother
They call Me Daughter of Diablo
I am Child of Christ
I am crowned with a Halo
Child of Light
I stab Thorns as I throw
Child of Night
Satanical Seduction
I am Mother of Fright
the Whore that birthed the Virgin
I blind with Foresight
and preview with Hindsight
give You Poor Sight of Me
impossible to see
that I am Mystic Murderer
to birth my Life
Magnanimous
I’m called Unanimous
Petty Creation
I breathe Sedation to calm the Nerve
exhale Temptation and lick the Smoke’s Curve
I clench Lands in each Hand
and turn Them to Dust
the Seas I demand
Vain Love of Lust
Passion for Eternity
Fear for the End
End of Infinity
and then begin again
start from the Point from which I stop
reach the Corner of the Circle
and then My Body drops
as It jumps to Earth’s End
Earth won’t spin again
but I rotate on Revolutions
circling the Moon
connect the Constellations
then erupt like KABOOM
break through as an Illusion
but I leave not Enough Room
Enough Room for what?
I don’t even know
all that’s for sure is
I know It has to grow
Manifest Destiny
That is Me
but can only be
a Fraction of Me
cuz I’ll go through It All
I am It All
I’ll hit the Great Wall
and then watch My Body fall
again
and I’ll say It again
Earth won’t spin again
I’m jumping to Earth’s End
falling to Earth’s End
again
I am just a Redundancy
as Time travels Time repeats
and Time is Me
as long as I command
Space too will yield to Me
if Mighty I stand
Nature falls to Her Knees
and She doesn’t understand
and He doesn’t understand
and I’ll never understand
why I am who I am
how I am
Unexplainable
Intricately Simple
so You cannot define Me
for I am not Me
I am You
I am He
I am She
I am We
We
we
we are damned infinity
we are holy eternity
and we are never
never
again.
