Splitzoid: The Fracture of Society

Burning Man
The festival that embodies temporary community, radical self-expression, undressed gifting, and collaborative creation. Especially collaborative creation.
I’m interested in the last part.

When I heard, through the long, long, long grapevine, you were THERE.
And I wasn’t invited. I’m depressed.

Then this happened:

I wrote the word. Maybe it’s not a word. Maybe it should be a word. It didn’t have a definition. There was not an entry in my Funk & Wagnall’s.
Four months ago, I penned it and have been reading it almost everyday without a plausible direction for explanation or what the heck does it mean. It definitely meant something important.

This is a performance piece. Find a stage, a microphone, a filmographer, a historian, and record it. Speaking and feeling. Alive. Get on the Stage!

I found clarity. Through a made-up word. In the desert of my mind.

My devotion is indiscriminate.
It’s not directed to anyone specific.
It’s a revelation of appreciation,
For my Muse. Who is…
Anyone I love.

Splitzoid: The Fracture of Society

Your decadence
A shouting fire—
Like a rat-a-tat-tat—
Through a window.

My voice…
A whisper gone,
Like smoke
Through that broken glass.

My mind—
On overtime.
My imagination—
On vacation.

My heart!
on strike!
My soul—
On fire!

My dreams in exile,
My thoughts gone rogue,
My hope kept hostage,
A dream without an end goal.

My will in pieces.
My voice shouted down.
My wish—to survive,
The disparity of reality—dissolved.

DemoKazy

History ignored.

When your mind
Is in despair,
Torn this way,
And that—

Don’t listen to
The pundits.

Seek
The truth,
With transparency—

Not the fracture of hate,
Not the shards of broken glass,
Nor the desert winds
That grind hope
Into desolate sand.

In the autopsy of this moment
The burning alive man—
Still walks,
Still lives.

Rage.
Truth.
Witness.
Embodied!

Through the emotion fracture
The societal despair
The searching—
Of this moment.

When the smoke clears—

Let’s dance
On the glowing fragments
Of burning glass.

Let’s dance—
In the real world
Of creation!

Reject the DemoKazy.

Bring forth the Ontology—
The root and core
Of existence.

Let’s dance
And return to center.
To the beginning.

Return to Center

On the ash of broken vows,
We dance, unburned, alive.
Each shard—a glowing truth,
Each step—a will to thrive.

No DemoKazy binds us—
Ontology’s clear call.
We spin through smoke and ruin,
To center, where we rise—
United.

Burning Man…
Continues its message
Of unity.

I’ve seen the light
At the end of the tunnel.
Through deaths moment.

What a revelation.

Build it!
Love it!
Rise together!

Burning Man?

I think—
Magic Man.

And so I gift…
Myself.

Get on the stage—
Woman.

You!

Are the
Centerpiece of
Creation.

You
Are the magic.

My personal SplitZoid.

This is not for you.
I know you’re happily
Every after with yours.
Just an afterthought of
My own perplexity.

Ever fallen
In love?

Should have.
Would have.
Might have.
Wish I had.
I should have.

Ever fallen
In love?

I did.
I’m-
Heartbroken
I’m-
So in love.

The real
SplitZoid?

True magic?

Just love.
Unrealized.`

I so love
You.

This began as a word game.
Splitzoid.

And became…
Fractures

Whatever,
You think.

That word
Just splits me
Apart.

You
Are
So
Beautiful.

It just brings me
To tears.

I’m Splitzoid.

My Muse—
Is magic.

I will
Walk through fire
And be
The
Burning Man
For
You.