m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


This Establishment

This Establishment

sun-worshippers want to bring a piece of the sun to earth

bad in the blast radius everyone else would envy the dead

Jerusalem syndrome continued on a mission immaculate

Paris syndrome of a ruined resurrection on virus warhead

save some crazy tourist chef recreating the last supper

just art to reaffirm the claim this establishment will fall

we the people ate the sustenance from her holy hand 

let the credible alternative movement inspire a new land

far too late tied up in the intelligence community gnosis

the verb to hunt made palatable with love turn in symbiosis

democracy exhilarating scent of escape possess all creation

fully centralized communized lost off the path of altruism

follow justice and justice alone go deeper hunter-gatherers 

deeper than all minerals turned to dross in Brussel’s wasteland

go down with the perfect couplet need and want you for all time

twisting lyrics why be a king when you can be a god cadence

rap reflecting privilege of movement can’t hear the silence 

or talk to an old crow speaking in tongues to raise evidence blue

must know what video game he is playing in order to understand 

which subliminal message is being delivered to his brain 

crosswalk triangle  out of context soundbites of global campaign

Grecian sun-worshippers lose the sun allow nature to work on you

dark walk away from the establishment blue is the evidence

Diem tree of life reach for heaven seize the day for the truth

sure it’s easier to leave the solar system than reach the sun spin

follow roots down fingers through dirt and rock to reach light again...

Desire Path Of The Cowgirl

Desire Path Of The Cowgirl

Sleep Is My Superpower

Sleep Is My Superpower