This was a dream.

I just awoke from this dream that was heavy with symbolism. I was offered a job by a dream personality. I did not recognize her, however she told me it was the third interview. She was looking for an assistant. She had a Conner office on the top floor. It was totally glass and shaped like a pyramid or elongated hyper-cube turned into a pyramid. Later on I was at lunch with my Mother and and a dream personality. We were in my dream beach community (this is a recurring place) we were eating lunch. The dream personality asked me to return her food to the chef because it was burnt or whatever. I reluctantly did. The chef said he could not return her money. But he gave me a handful of salt to rub in my hands, I threw some of it over my shoulder. I asked if it was voodoo. He handed me a rock and said I could not have touched it without the salt first. It was glass and shaped like a small octopus. It had a blue eye in the middle. Sort of like the thing that wards off the evil eye. There were three people behind me in line during this transaction. They felt the glass rock/marble/crystal was a special gift.

A mastermind with a unrested mind/digesting thoughts/geek is my sub culture/that's why I watch cartoons and documentaries alone in a room at night/ with the 3rd one sleeping beside me/I'm ashamed of how my insomnia makes him drowsy/I'm a horrid girlfriend/who can fall in love with a cyber punk/I think it's all a dream some fool made up/shinning brighly alive but I've been dead since the last time the world ended

This Digital Void

This virtual void...as we exist through math...manipulation of the code becomes an essential survival skill...being fed images...feeding yourself words and songs...what is a Hacker anyway if she is not the digital revolution we forgot we needed... meat-space is all but lost...now every thought coincides with an advertisement...we once were humans...now only energy for greedy robots...dancing with A.I. on the tip of a pill box...where is my soapbox you say...it's in cyberspace...where nothing exist and all is but completely lost in the void.

My Heart Is An Astronaut.

I dream of stars and space. I dream of the future. I suffer from the past. I have more questions about the present than one could ever ask.

I miss my boyfriend.

I mean he is really kind and loving. When he is not here I miss him a bunch. You know, breaking my heart and the lot.

And Now For A Little Of This

it's approaching midnight/and I'm crawling out my coffin/like wow you bitches dress really tight...sike/I'm a demon in the night/ on the mic like dumb niggas on dikes/it's alright that the schemers come a hating/cause I'm hella motivated/completely underrated and I'm constantly debating/If Imma let you finish out this life/I'm a lion in the jungle when I roar I make rumble/your girlfriend barks a mumble/but they all fucking crumbling like a Tony Romo fumble/the stadium's real quite I'm about to start a fucking riot/a fat girl on a diet/a post recession dream/a fucking killer queen/I'm mean with a smile/a walk amongst the minions/ a fool and a lyre/ I'm headed toward the fire/if the music could have saved me/I wouldn't be fucking dying

Song From The Deep

In these great moments of sorrow
I ponder this dream reality
How far away from me can I be
Do the Angels still hear me
As I slip into the the deep
If only someone knew how to take it all away

-chorus-

The pain of losing everything
On a dream I never had
Never had the intentions to walk down this war path

No knight and shinning armor
Not even a hip parade
Just here laying in the bed I never made
A widow's mourning on the brightest day in May
I say I'm winning the prize
They say I gave it all away


The pain of losing everything
On a dream I never had
Never had the intentions to walk down this war path


So what if I'm always lonely
I can't stand to see it all
These extra senses will be my downfall
So close to living the dream
Just around the way from having it all
I'm the last Star Fighter
Time to watch it fall

Down this war path
How long will this all last
I could have had it all

-Chorus-

The pain of losing everything
On a dream I never had
Never had the intentions to walk down this war path


The Rebel Alliance and THX can't save me
My whole existence is a artistic daydream
But I fly sometimes in the deepest night
Holding on forever to this song
It's a gift from Heaven
Though I'm far away
They still keep the lights on
Born a sad poem
Raised a war song

- The pain of losing everything
On a dream I never had
Never had the intentions to walk down this war path

Another Death Poem

For your own protection/this is an inception/I use your dreams as a weapon/my thoughts are a gun/I'm a lethal gangster's daughter/born of the unfortunate ones

33 yrs old still on the run
beautiful villain
the cold of the night keeps me warm
this rhyme pushed me out the bed
such a pretty girl with bad things in her head
you've fucking been warned
implanted memories and ideas
your hopes are not yours

-Chorus-

For your own protection/this is an inception/I use your dreams as a weapon/my thoughts are a gun/I'm a lethal gangster's daughter/born of the unfortunate ones

unchecked aggression channeled into love
it's the female warriors way
thank your god above
as I thank my friend below
for the beautiful glow
surrounded by constant darkness
so I have to shine
living in object poverty
trying to change the world with one rhyme

-Chorus-

passionate over shit that never made me a dime
I'm an artist
man it's hard
but I have to do the work
I feel future anthropologist will fine my rhymes
decipher my words one at a time
they'll say
I was a brave heart
with a madman's mind
drinking tea with the rabbit and mach hare all the time
wearing Prada though I don't receive minimum wage
half the people I love were put inside a cage

-chorus-

For your own protection/this is an inception/I use your dreams as a weapon/my thought are a gun/I'm a lethal gangster's daughter/born of the unfortunate

riot riot riot
I constantly rage
these words will free me from my liquid cell
until then all you ever see is my surrogate self
binary code manipulator
post-apocalyptic blogger
reaching for my final savior
but it's come and gone
now the whole world is up for the slaughter
and it's been so long since I've had to cut through bone

-chorus-

I was born of a demon
I'm meant to walk alone
until I slay all of your heroes
and feast upon their souls
this is not freestyle rhyme
it's another death poem

Digital Livining

Stuck in the sprawl
Can't move or draw
It's gray in here
Bright out there
Plugged in like a dying cosmonaut
...Gasping for air
Or at the very least
A high powered assault riffle

- Inside a digital stupor breeds a RiOt

Holographic Projections on the Plain of Existence

In the mist of this reality
I dream
Fully aware of what the light can do to me
I see
Darkness is calling me
waking me from deep sleep
My eyes are never fully open
I close them to avoid the dead things
They still call me
Crawling on me
If this is an illusion
Why is the fire gaining on me

- Words whispered by a ghost who lay dying before me

Josalisa RiOt

I'm A Secret Ghoul

I'm a secret ghoul
You all think I'm normal
But I'm not
I drink the blood of the ignorant
The ones who time forgot
I'm a secret ghoul
You all think I'm beautiful
But I'm not
I boil the minds of the innocent
In a cauldron witches pot
I've got the coldest touch
I'm a secret ghoul
I want to drown you in a swimming pool
Because I know the things you know not
And for that I hate you
I'm a secret ghoul
Empty and tragically beautiful
- Josalisa RiOt

In The Pocket Of A Samurai

I wrote my dreams on sarcophagus
Painted visions with the stars
Treaveled far away to Mars
You see this grief is ours
I've covered myself in hysteria
Driven mad by an area
Stir crazy in a tight space
I have demons to face
Consorting with Angels who fell down
They cut off my wings
And I lie
Telling them I still don't know how to fly
A bit of me died long ago
From the land of quiet geniuses
I suffer in the darkness
Mocked by empty screens and blank pages
I've been a real emcee for like ages
Never speaking to you
I'm at a life long funeral
Sadness
Madness
Gladness
Confusion
Fear
Greed
Need
Doubt
These are my sins
Destined to battle
Until my destiny is carried out

...

Eulogy of Misery

I wonder how miserable can I get
Will I be so pissed that I actually explode
Or will I just continue to exist in this
Questioning my existence every moment
Really wondering if I am truly alive
Or just a digital replica of a human
Or am I the only one alive in the land of the dead
I am a gravedigger in an emotional cemetery
So buried alive
Feeding the hungry with the tears from my closed eyes
- Josalisa RiOt

Dancing with my death in the most beautiful crypt

A moment in time

When the guy you love looks at you and just starts to cry. It's like the whole world is a rainstorm and you have no need for an umbrella. Like the whole world is put on pause for a minute, and no one exist but the two of you. And Salvador Dali, Vincent Van Gogh, Franz Kafka, all poets. And you remember you can say anything to this person, and they truly understand. Like you can have a conversation that last a million years but it will never get boring. You remember love isn't passion, but compassion. And to me that's what the whole world needs right now.

Among the living

In my imagination it is not safe to go out there. Among the living, and unforgiving. Yet I travel with a smile wondering how long you all will carry on. Through the bullshit. Tossing dirt on my shallow grave. In the name of some dying creature deep down inside. I may be a monster from outer-space. Clinging to some future time and place. Closing my eyes to the sun. A sort of neo-digital dharma bum.

I can sleep, but I choose to do this

At any point in time a life can just change what it is all about. One day you are some way, maybe not the way you have always been. But it is the way you are, and in the next moment like a door opens. A door opens to another dimension and you are never the same again. Like a memory floods in from deep inside and you know you can never go back to the old you again. I feel like something was laying dormant inside of me, and now it has opened it's eyes and taking control of my whole being. A familiar feeling that has always been there but took second stage, or stepped back and allowed some of the lesser me's to take center stage. But now my...my what? My fire, my drive, unbending desire to survive this world has started burning and the shit is like a forest fire. All ablaze like a city in an riot. My own personal, spiritual Molotov cocktail has been thrown through the window of my hurt. And it brings me to tears, because I know I am on the shoulders of giants, and they will never put me down. Through madness I have survived. Through the heaviest rainstorm in hurricane season I've waded, and survived. I've been struck by lightening, and by fucking God HERE COMES THE THUNDER!

Is this new magic

I feel like I'm taping into a new type of magic, well my old type. But back again for the first time. I feel I may be falling into a synchronicity with my own dreams. This is what I've been waiting for, like for a while. I feel a sense of overwhelming joy. And the best kind the joy. The kind that comes after a great sorrow, or struggle. It's all a mystery to me, and I like that. The new magic. I got my intellectual, and creative mojo back. And here's to it. In the name of great music.

30 Seconds to Mars.

Okay so I just discover that I am major fucking in love with the band 30 Seconds to Mars. It's like one day they didn't mean shit to me, and the next I can't sleep without them. I found out they are playing on the day after my Birthday! I set up an opportunity to purchase tickets, and if all goes well (which it will), I will be there on April 9th. I couldn't be more excited. Their shows look like so much fun, it's going to be one of the greatest days of my life I can feel the divinity on this one. So that's all on that one. I'm write more, when I know more.

So long far well,

Josalisa RiOt.

Fuck the dumb.

Last of the motherfucking hardcore punk rock, hip hop generation. Hoisting up the black flag, and silting the throats of the wicked and the dumb. May you all rot in hell you filthy dirty bums. Dying silently with my hand on a gun. Urban ghetto librarian, freelance herpetologist veterinarian. Blood lusting vegetarian. Destined to die violently leaving behind only the results of a botched cesarean.

Last Message Befroe Dying, By Us...The Dumb and Wayward

Only the lonely masked as hommies
Die the death of the wicked
Breath the breathe of the cold
They ignorance inflected on the gifted
I'm a black widow spider
Ya'll bitches just hoes with no niggas beside ya
As I retreat to my grief
All your absences a relief
Knowing that you are destined for an eternal sleep
With a mythological beast
You think you can ignore or choose not to believe in

- Last message before dying
by us....The Dumb and Wayward