Category: Social Commentary

My Eyes

~ Chelsea Lynn ~ 2 Comments

When he told me he fell in love with my eyes,

I remembered

I was ten

And

Before I knew he chose his death

My grandmother,

Who never spoke of him, said:

“You have his almond-shaped eyes.”

And

More than twenty years later,

At the end of her life she asked,

“Why did my true love leave me?”

I looked at her with his eyes

And

Said the only thing I could think to say:

“He was suffering.”

Glamsient on Etsy!

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Hey Friends! If you enjoy my art and writing, now is the perfect time to send me some love. I am running a fundraiser through my Etsy shop for my interactive art installation, Varanasi Sage, which I’m showing in Center Camp at Burning Man this year. It’s a dream come true, but it requires updates and repairs because I’m showing it in a completely new way.

The gift for a donation is a brand new collection of my poetry and a 3 inch sticker. I love this new collection, which contains some of my favorites from the past few years mixed with prose to create a narrative arc. This is my first collection of poetry, and I’m excited to share it with you as a gift for donating to my art fundraiser! I am only offering these items during the fundraiser and that only goes until August 24.

Your support means the world to me, and it truly makes a difference.

Everything in my shop will go towards this project, and you can also help by sharing this with your friends. I hope you will join me in this journey! The links to the Varanasi Sage fundraiser and my shop homepage are below. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful day. 💜

Varanasi Sage Fundraiser Gift!

Glamsient on Etsy!

Condor

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Flying with purpose, of service

Protecting sacred Life

The Spirit’s natural flight

Brought to the edge

Of existence

By humans poisoning human food.

But today — she soars

Above the ridge

Of the rescue effort

Made by people who joined

The Spirit’s natural flight

Burn the Man

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Come with me. 

Let’s circle around the man, our corporate captor, and show him our true numbers. 

Let’s barricade him in with our art, blast music in his face, and dance around him with fire spinning from our fingers like stars orbiting the center of the galaxy.

He’ll try, but he can’t stop us. He’ll scream, “I’m too big to fall!” 

And with a fireball to his ankles, we’ll ignite him.

The violet flames will rise — like the wild feminine within us — flicking heat tornados off his neck. 

We’ll cheer as his ash floats over us. 

We’ll howl to the moon as she watches his destruction, our preservation, the fireworks of our celebration. 

And when, at last, our fire brings him crashing down —

Our World will finally be free.