BIO

 

Nicole Isabella was born in Youngstown Ohio in 1973 .

Upon graduating high-school, she attended classes at the local state university as an Art Major.

She developed a love of music, painting and reading early on and continued that love through out her adult life.

She has often been heard saying "music is like breathing to me". Her influences would

be considered eclectic by many. She found her creative strengths in the lyrics of some

of her favorite songs and in the brush strokes of her most loved paintings which gave her a voice

that has inspired her own writing. Though still residing in Ohio, she is carrying through her plans to travel

while still constructing her first body of works.

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make me high with the notion of One boxed in reality

pinned down by wet dreams, drunken fantasies and malfunct thought schemes

lay claim shackle me to your illusion, my delusion

worship at the temple, walk through the garden and call it Eden

eat from the fruit disguised as truth; the cruelty is in the innocence

people and worlds collide blinded by the hypocrisy of the heart

left with four other senses and still disabled

the violence is in the silence, the venom of compliance

lay blame, point fingers and give names -- label me Magdalene

anoche

caged chicana livin americana dream

west-side ghetto fantastico

welfare-rich food-stamp delicioso

got her a gringo an cuatro ninos

full lips pouting from cheap rum kisses

smooth easy rider smile santana style

conga beat rounded hips hot hypnotic

neighborhood notice diabla loca's strut

smoky eyes santeria voodoo good

homage tat crucifix praying hands script

"la familia" on short thick neck...petite mama's tall

hard-head held high she says "pride, baby, pride"

pounds her breast over heart makes a cross

kisses her finger tips whispers looks sips on drink

rolls up sleeves tugs on jeans gettin down to business

crazy laughter, takes another drag from cig

hanging over stove pots pans banging lips flapping

baby on her hip. now fixen a dish...serving love

kitchen happy bandanna held head sweat dripping

twisted english switch-blade tongue fast an sharp

story telling splaining bull-shit logic unfolding mysteries

head spinning she's staggering kids and music playing...

she says,

"you lookin' all pale and thin. eat somethin' before you split?

gringa, remember baby round here everything runs. huh? it's simple.

so, you an me, we the firework over 'little eden' tonight.

we the light that flips on an out and makes em all run. okay?"

drunk and beautiful she laughs and cries in a single sound