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Wait (Weigh) The Minute! TyPo Or FaiTh? (Fate)

Wait (Weigh) The Minute! TyPo Or FaiTh (Fate)? IS OUT NOW FOR YOUR LISTENING PLEASURE!

This Audio book is the first of which i’ve ever done and the LONGEST project I created , running in at 2 hours and 12 minutes and 40 seconds! it makes sense it would be about the length of a feature film! this is also a project i’ve been working on for the last 5 years. My first book (Paradise Clarity) is a poetry opus of 460 pages conceptualizing the framework behind my writing since 2013.

Whereas, this book is a recorded notion of my past, present, and future. It speaks to the awareness that comes with being balanced about the things that happen to us on in our journey through life.

This book has 3 narrations : First of which is narrated by Balaam’s Don_Key found the scripture in Numbers Chapter 22 wherein Balaam is stopped in his tracks after his donkey ‘BRINGS HIM TO HIS ATTENTION ON WHERE HE IS GOING. ESSENTIALLY, HIS DONKEY MADE A TYPO* OF HIS USUAL FATE. Secondly, it loosely follows the life of Tomson who grew up in a Pentecostal Holiness Church of God in Christ. Much of which is my personal story (alongside with many who’ve had similar experience with the church.) Lastly, this is an audio search, which attempts to explain the reactions of such dispositions of both the Angle and Angel!

May you enjoy and listen in your own time!

TABLE CONTENTS (LIST OF CHAPTERS) : 00:29-01:24

INTRODUCTIONS: ANGLES, ANGELS, & THE DON_KEY -: 01:25-04:19

ASLEEP // ALARM: 4:20 – 8:25

(CHAPTER 1: OVER HERE? AIN’T OVER THERE!) : 8:26-18:01

(CHAPTER 2: DIFFERENT LENS, DIFFERENT PENS) : 18:03-24:20

(CHAPTER 3: WORLDS WITHIN THE WORLD) : 24:21-38:03

(CHAPTER 4: TELL HIM YES!) : 38:04-50:35

(CHAPTER 5: TRANSITION OF TRADITION): 50:37-1:09:35

(CHAPTER 6: CONGREGATIONAL SONG? ALL
TOGETHER NOW!) : 1:09:37-1:16:08

(CHAPTER 7: TITHES AND OBLIGATIONS) : 1:16:09-1:26:18

(CHAPTER 8: THE BIBLE BELT) : 1:26:20-1:33:30

(CHAPTER 9: TRIPPING ON YOUR TRIP?!) 1:33:31-1:42:58

(CHAPTER 10: ISG_DON_KEYKONG?) 1:43:44-2:06:25

(Acknowledgements & Gratitude) 2:06:26-2:07:40

(INNERVIEW: Writer // Released) 2:07:41-2:12:25

This is a true story, btw!

THE CANARY EFFECT

Today : is a day of mourning. with the falling rain & ongoing pain…indeed today is one of deep lamentation. if you’re wondering why, there’s a creeping sadness around this season? may it better recognized one reason for this is : the capitalist nature of this holiday.

while the mass media and all of their related pundits aim to reframe today as one of celebration and giving of thanks. amidst the football, cake and pie stuffing, turkey and ham feasts, little to no mind is given to the nature of this day.

Instead we’re forced: Football. Advertisements. Black Friday Sales. the message has been sent. encouraging the tenet to pay rent. but there ain’t no money. only waffles without honey. big time flakey, crumbling…steadily shaky.

one may vaguely point to the native and indigenous peoples; but little depth or investigation is made to their history and what efforts have been made to undermine them and their relentless struggle in gaining their land back!

I AM CONVINCED : not enough pain has been shared amongst the masses of those in ‘ameriKKKa’ / Canada / and all occupied and colonized lands…we’re only left to focus on the remnants of what remained. THIS IS THE CANARY EFFECT.

Not a day of thanksgiving but THANKS-TAKING of LAND, RESOURCES & LABOR which were all stolen, revised, and redirected for the purposes of capitalist exploitation and hegemonic dominance.

WATCH THE DOCUMENTARY HERE:

November 7th, 2015

when eye look at the the full moon tonight, I’m reminded how my life was changed this day 7 years ago at Paisley Park. i’ll never forget that conversation and feeling. it was spiritual, all aglow, and all encompassing : much how the moon has 8 phases, various stages in between.

This was a night of correction _ a reminder of where I was standing.

i’ve never seen myself as much of a ‘fan’ but appreciator and admirer of his music. it was very clear i admired and some may say even ‘ADORED’ Prince’s music.  (Shoutout to The One!) ❤

I downloaded /purchased all of his (and related) albums and remembered all the lyrics! the music just connected with me. it’s like Prince knew how to ensure all the instruments including silence, we’re always so clear to hear and feel. to this day, truly i am moved. something about that Purple Music!

it was this night where i gave a private tour of paisley park alongside with TrevorGuy to journalists from Europe (pictured above) it was also announced to me for the first time that, Prince would be doing a solo Piano and Microphone Tour all across Europe in 3 weeks!

Alongside with MonoNeon (Bass Guitar) Donna Grantis (Guitarist) , Adrian Clutchfield (Sax & ewi) , and Kirk Johnson (Drums). As for my position? I‘d be working the teleprompter! he assigned me this position because he had watched my videos and was aware of my knowledge of his music and aware that i could keep up with his sudden musical transitions.

this was all so unbelievable to accept. And while this ultimately did not occur due to Ticket Scalping, and him deciding to have the first show at Paisley Park – the mere invitation was enough to transfix my anticipation.

amidst my glory and elation : it was reminded to me by Prince himself _ “You are in this position because you carry a light, you needn’t be shocked; you are here because you belong here!” i had smack myself out the fog of disbelief – it’s like nah man, take another look of what you have and USE IT! You don’t need to be surprised, just go with a smile and do the work!

Share your light and don’t hide it – ‘LIVE OUT LOUD‘ was after all the first song that I received from him in an email. it all became clear to me and my figuring out became glorified, it was like I had seen and walked into the light. Only after being guided by a mentor and oracle. I remember smiling and holding onto this revelation because it was that exact affirmation that encouraged me to continue with my soon to be released project ‘Characters In The Wind‘ which was going to be in New Zealand of that next year in 2016.

It all came at once, much like this memory. I’ve just returned from seeing Metallica in Hollywood, Florida! I’ve been listening to Metallica for about a year now and this being my 3rd show of theirs : it was an amazing experience. Much of it reminded me of how it was like being in the Prince community however this scene is totally different! Ha! They’ve been around for over 40 years and the sound just hits you. Especially when you peep into the different changes they’ve experienced throughout their career. The show I attended was for the ‘Trues’ as it was only songs played from their first two albums on the MegaForce label : ‘Kill Em’ All & Ride The Lightning’.

It was a special experience and I got to share it with my dearest friend, comrade, and sing-out loud to bad songs homie: jamilah! it was a electrifying night with vibrational intensity. From the conviction in Lars Ulrich drum playing, to the emblazoned passion in Kirk Hammett’s guitar playing. Matched with the throbbing resolution of Rob Trujillo’s bass guitar playing, harmonized with James Hetfield’s rhythmic guitar swagger – they bring something signature and sincere.

Experiencing music is all about connecting to the thing which can’t always be explained. It causes you to re-evaluate where you stand in the great congregation of life. All Together Now! (more or on that later in the Upcoming audio book!)

Everyone on this planet has value and importance. Don’t let this backwards system of Capitalism convince you otherwise ! they are constantly feeding us lies all based in individual and backwards ideology that serves only the interests of empire. We can and should work together, how else can we build if we are stuck in our own individual vacuums struggling in silence?

to hell with that! Realize you are a social being. you are breathing air. you desire community! all of us do. even introverts who prefer the company of themselves, still understand the necessity of contact with the other. it can’t be just you. it’s not just you. it’s never just one person.

Connecting with all of the forces that join in harmony is what this struggle is about. It’s not going to be easy because correction is hard to swallow for a lot of folks. Why? Because of liberalism. For those who do not know what Liberalism is a great text on this is by Mao Tse-Tung : in Combat Liberalism he writes: 

“To let things slide for the sake of peace and friendship when a person has clearly gone wrong, and refrain from principled argument because he is an old acquaintance, a fellow townsman, a schoolmate, a close friend, a loved one, an old colleague or old subordinate. Or to touch on the matter lightly instead of going into it thoroughly, so as to keep on good terms. The result is that both the organization and the individual are harmed. This is one type of liberalism.”

THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE TO FIGHT EVERY DAY! Because we are all trained and socialized to be liberal on maters. Conflict avoidant. “I don’t talk about X Y Z” All of these avoidances are a result of how the system of capitalism trains us to silence ourselves when we are confronted with truth. We have to fight against that and struggle for a better world.

ALL of that to say : looking at the Full Moon reminded me of some of these notions to also weigh the minutes that have been counted before me! It has been written and said. I’m basking in the glow, the fullness that is to know.

all i’m saying is : a lot is about to change! (👛⛅️🛣️)

WAIT (W3IGH) THE – MINTUTE! TYPO OR FAITH (FAT3)? COMING SOON!

BBBBBBBAAAAAAADDDDDDD : DAMMIT IM MAD!

dammit i’m mad! (read it backwards) 😂 but still excitingly glad to report much progress is being made on my upcoming audio book ‘WAIT / WEIGHT THE MINUTE ! TyPo Or fAiTh/ FATE ? as it turns out recording chapters of your own words is more challenging than one would imagine. all of lines changing and times rearranging rhymes. this project is both spiritual and mathematical thus various contradictions appear. (here and near) transitions // tradition

sinister // minister


last days // last daze!

But through the work, many correlations are nonetheless teachable moments. It’s all aligned // It’s not so Bad but then again it is not just BAD but BBBBBBBAAAAAAADDDDDDD!

YOSOGO: May you enjoy the different variations of BAD with this playlist!

BAD X7 Themes & Correlations

TIDAL LINK:
https://tidal.com/playlist/13ab8a12-80b3-4e89-b11d-5af6e6e30083

  1. WHY YOU WANNA TREAT ME SO BAD ? – Prince // In this case ‘Bad’ is just how it sounds. just down wrong. when I treat you so good, but you treat me so bad. that ain’t right yo!

2. WHY DOES IT HURT SO BAD? – Whitney Houston // Back to feeling Sad, thought I let it go, why does it hurt me so?

3. BAD REPUTATION – Donna Summer // Always think twice! Don’t throw your love away and get into public arguments and reactionary interactions. Your reputation can’t be brought or sold but higher to this point ::: Trust your Instinct and LISTEN!

4. BAD BAD NEWS – Leon Bridges // Everything about this is smooth and lifting. The power of transitory style and grace when people get in your face. Bad bad news? nah, I’m about to turn it n2 a good thing.

5. YOU’VE GOT IT BAD – Stevie Wonder // This song is a trip. included with this song is : the flight, destination, and passing duties to ensure you a safe land. The view is ‘O’ so marvelous, so good the bad becomes good. She’s so bad, it’s good!

6. BAD – Michael Jackson // I’m Bad!! you know it AND THE WHOLE WORLD HAS TO ANSWER RIGHT NOW TO TELL YOU ONCE AGAIN : I’m So bad, I’m Smooth!!!

7. AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM – Beyonce // Beyonce sampled this song from Kilo Ali’s song (America Has A Problem (Cocaine) She changes the meaning and says : well the problem is actually her cuz she’s ‘Bad’.

“20, 40, 80, out the trap, hit it with the rap 
Put it on the map, then we right back 
Call me when you wanna get high, high, high, high 
Tony Montana with them racks 
Ivy P on my bag, double G’s on the dash 
I’m bad, I’m bad 
Tell me when you wanna get high, high, high, highBoy, you can’t get higher than this 
No 
‘Cause love don’t get no higher than this 
No, no”

Now one can for sure criticize this song for its hyper glamorization of why she’s ‘Bad’. Exploitation is definitely in the bag not just birkins and teflar bags. you can’t get racks and billions without taking from those that do the labor to make that possible. That’s the fundamental contradiction in this song, America Does Have A Problem and that’s capitalism and the violence that is required in order to sustain its existence. So how about we get ‘high’ on political education and organization that gives us the focus to change the material realities around us. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

How To Sew A Button (part 6)

In this video: I sew 14 buttons on a new pair of *BLUE DENIM LEVI JEANS* something, I never thought I’d ever wear again. 24 minutes of mostly ASMR motion. The results were satisfactory and the therapy was needed. Hence the silence, for the majority of this video. This was a very much an ASMR inspired video. No whispering but careful attention to where I was going with the needle and thread.

This is the result @ ::: 23:16 – 23:38

Blue Jeans For Work
3 (2 hole buttons) on the one going down!

Much more coming: BE OUT ON A LOOKOUT FOR PART 7 HERE!

KEEP UP WITH THE SERIES HERE: https://bit.ly/3CfBGlX

CRUMB SOCIETY

we are living in a CRUMB SOCIETY, numb to sobriety but constantly fed with intoxicated waste renewing the insatiable taste.
skyscrapers in the city, with flashing lights and parking entrances lit pretty.
surrounded by security brick walled fences, spyware and firewalls for instance: while surveillance is factored in, just like a factory setting comes programmed from within.
production is on the line, labor exploitation becomes the pantomimed.
puppets and strings, relationships or flings?
like CRUMBS, falling from the bite of the cookie, mere CRUMBS.
that’s what we are offered.
ALSO BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT US TO SEARCH FOR.
WHO IS “THEY’? = They are the capitalist and corporate ruling class; the same ones doing all the stealing, and the wheeling of propaganda to keep you confused and pledged to their will. it’s a diabolical and violent ill, because they give us the snack crumble, while they keep the whole pie! AS if they could provide you a valid reason why?
HERE IS ONE : WE ARE GIVEN THE CRUMBS: JUST ENOUGH TO INDICATE THAT SOMETHING WAS EATEN AND LEFT OVER ON OUR FACE.
OR WHICHEVER PLACE. BUT THAT SOMETHING DOESN’T MEASURE TO EXACTLY HOW MUCH WE ACTUALLY ATE.
you know how crumbs are left forgotten on your chin, when talking to a stranger and no friend?
when ain’t nobody tell you, those CRUMBS were left at the corner of your mouth’s turn?
those CRUMBS have spoken for a desire to LEARN.
they were left elsewhere, found on your shirt.
just like dirt, hidden in between all of your forgotten nooks and crannies, some of y’all : even got crumbs in your panties!
yikes : the cross contamination & intersected damnation, at a location not too FAR from your teeth biting into this struggle BAR.
quite soon it’ll melt & stain! wouldn’t that be a shame ?
but it ain’t just you, we all belong to this CRUMB SOCIETY.
handkerchiefs, napkins, and tissues, come to the rescue in remedy of this issue!
whether jelly, spaghetti, or sugar confetti.
or like a photo seen on GETTY!
Why wait to be ready?
to acknowledge and do something about these CRUMBS : in the suburbs or slums, we are the sums of intentional wage theft.
but with ongoing Political Education and Organization, all of their CRUMBS will exit, stage left!

DO YOU S3PT3MB3R?

“Do you remember the twenty-first night of September? 
Love was changing the minds of pretenders…
While chasing the clouds away…”

Do You R3m3mb3r?

YOU CAN’T REMEMBER WHEN IT’S HAPPENING! Seeing as now it’s the 22nd night of September, I’ve had some time to reflect on the changing pretenders Earth, Wind, And Fire was speaking about…

Chasing the clouds away for clout, what could that be all about?

When one follows the digital screen, they attempt to gather and collect what and where nuance may glean.

Shooting stars, and crashing cars.

milky way galaxy.

supernova you or me?

inspected by the bug!

refusing a nocturnal hug.

matched flames?

dissolute remains!

alabaster blast.

formidable cask.

underneath the mask.

Powder and dust.

Silver and gold rust.

by appearing real.

shadows feel.

by lurking light.

reflecting slightly bright.

bells rining.

soul singing!

(if you care to listen and jam out, Click the link below!)

https://bit.ly/3S941B0

The Loneliest Bench In The City

Even if you were to listen 3 times, it still wouldn’t take you 7 minutes to listen!

i sat down on one of the loneliest benches in the city amidst the piss, perfume, and upscale degradation _ it is with no hesitation to witness : that, this is a city filled with pretty & superfluous dreams.

all of which are split at the seams because the luxury of such life : bears insufferable strife.

on every corner, folks gather and scatter to enter the markets, to meander and shop!

hoping that their cards and credit won’t flop!

the currency and change makes one deranged through the arrangements of who potentially may be able to try it.

or who is willingly able to buy it?

if the advertising scheme is to beam any light, it’ll glow constantly through the morning, evening and late @ night.

glistening programs intending to influence your thoughts and the framing around them.

the measure is neither bountiful or slim.

as it concerns who gets to feel the impact of this glitter…despite the pockets of litter found in between streets or the desperate cries for consumption via uber eats.

the packaging is more real than the supposed material gain.

the profits remain, only among those that exploit the collective masses.

to this bench, i testified of a memory belonging amongst the lowest of classes.

when having no shelter, clean apparel, or access to a prescription to refill my glasses…

i struggled to see : how social systems could justify this neglect while claiming freedom simultaneously?

abruptly: the loneliest bench in the city – spoke back to me (with these words) : “as cement is drilled into a hole, and wooden wedges are placed inside to fill the vacant sole – so shall the ruling class walk on by, sitting on top of skyscrapers – built up high, like pigeons: it is there that they spy : to maintain their hegemonic & cawing lullaby.

SeT ThE RhYmE oF LaW

I RECKON YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO THIS ONE 🎧🖤⚡️

if you listen 3 times, it still won’t take 7 minutes of your time 🥳

By golly, The Svengali of it aLl, how many rubber bands, they putting on that BaLl?

How many steps are leading to that HaLl? 

deception’s VaSe – seeking an uprooted FlOwEr in CaSe there’s pOwEr to TrAcE. 

‘rEaDiNg’ is our brain’s ‘FeEdiNg’ to the ToP, it doesn’t sToP.

If you’re WiShInG maybe you should be DiShiNg
all the candy, salad, and nuts allowed in cLoVeR,

<<<<<<<<<<just know it ain’t OvEr !<<<<<<<<<<

sometimes you gotta ‘set the rhyme of LaW’ which is merely, calling out every presumed fLaW: if you wanna TRY ME, i won’t 🐝 SIGHING OR WONDERING WHY ME?
i’ll just give you a reason to SEE! 
I ain’t about that life, cuz’ while assumption may cry the eAsE,
for the ‘WhEeZe’ of
the uncommon 1nE,
that sees it ALL as sin and ‘uNdOnE’

i AiM to FrAmE that ‘nAmE’
how about we : start at those OfFeNdEd …
their minds are often AtTeNdEd (to secular CoNcErn, preferring to BuRn) in contempt of the NoTiOn, to that which they’re AgAiNsT,
like a guarded and barbed wired FeNcE.…
they rather cut and ShOcK, than recognizing their judgment acts like a defensible bLoCk.

so here’s to setting the rhyme of law!
mustard GrEeNs$ for absurd MeAnS : in order for a cOnDiTiOn to meet the ReNdiTiOn of fruitful AmBiTiOn: we must at first be given pErMiSsOn.

(if you wanna get heated in sTyLe, here’s a read worth your wHiLe…)

ALUMINUM DRESSING TO KEEP THEM GUESSING)

micro fancy, but with expensive and expansive designation for flossy ApPaRrEl with attention to details, so sTeRiLe with loaded bullets down the BaRrEl.
it’s about as ReAl*** as the word could mAkE it, as hot as the baker could bAkE it.

unable to be put in a microwave as the waves radiate and ExPoSe.
thereby fluttering the one with the RoSe.
if peddles could speak : would they cut among the WeAk?!
Ha, sad thorns built on the oUtSiDe, as thunderstorms rolls over all the starry eYeD.
wavering inflictions swoon my addictions to higher LaNdS. 
greater and stronger cOmMaNdS. 
thus, i’m flipping through the elementary and university sTaGeS – as the pAgEs turned has been suited only for livable WaGeS!

ANOTHER WAY OF SAYING IT : SHUT THIS DOWN!

How To Sew A Button (part 5)

In episode five of : How To Sew A Button – We’re back to the 2 hole button! I did less talking in this one with instead captioned instructions. At the end of the video I also add a short poem alongside with transitionary phrases of outfits.

Part 5!

Meet me in a space where there is no time

somewhere you can lace, where there is no rhyme

find me in a place where there is no grace

in a space where there is no taste

look into me

and tell me what you really see?

is it me?

or is it the tree?

or is it button therapy?!

you can also keep up with the series here : https://bit.ly/3CfBGlX

Pieces Left Behind

the pieces of me? they wish to know! but would they bother to figure it out?!

upon reasonable cynicism or dubious suspicion, my recognition_ of your stain remains!

wholly composed with a toxic ink – that is IF digested in sync. in a previous life, my spirit was kept to this bewildering strife.

daily mentions of your gleam. fire and steam pressing down your jeans. i could have made a diary out of the memories you seemed to redeem, justifying our ripped seams. my dream is never cast by a responders reach, but by a living testament resurrected to teach.

when lessons have turned into splendid confessions of the highest order /// obtained knowledge is gleaned, crossing between imposed boarders. this wisdom endows us with a movement to act!!!! (consider this a dialectical materialist fact!)

proven by the wisdom of my yearning eyes : this chosen potion is as such summarized :

“your taste kept me at pace with the grace of your X’d face.

a rhyme that is followed by a sweet stench – a supplication which has already been quenched.

as the milk on my lips belonged to : your deep refrain …

a song and dance which harmonized and sustained, tho through frustratingly knotted chains!

forgotten in my car: were loaded peanut butter pieces, undermined by the heat found in the creases…

*only remembered when i dropped my phone in between _ BuT WhAt CoUlD tHiS sYmbOlLiCaLlY MeAn?*

as the caramel candy, coated the edges of my sleeve, my outfit realization became ruined inside the exposed cleave.

perplexing chocolate subject to the law of impermanence.

Serenade or Fade?

communication should be easy but for a lot folks they’re wheezy to breezy ‘non-specifics.’ it becomes abstract to the point of distraction. all your numbers swallowed in subtraction. bleeding into a performance ‘extraction’. all of this, to say : you’re expected to do the work for other folks.

if you’ve ever been the one in the class who finished your work first, & expected spying eyes looking at your paper for the ‘answers’, you know very well just what party and what dancers make that scene. with a sly and glean jest, folks be making all the mess.

we should study and hold ourselves accountable as to not be caught slipping, like Jimmy! (YOO & shoutout to Slipping Jimmy, from ‘Better Call Saul– a show I did not expect to connect with as much as eye have recently!)

One of the most enjoyable aspects of the show for me is the display of contradictions. ::: Lawyers // Grifters. DA Streets // Institutions. Ethical Justice By The State // Living On The Ends To Advance To The Top. ::: There’s a lot that can be said about all sorts of life’s thrills and ills. It’s natural to acknowledge the contradictions in all of life. Positives and negatives.

everything is connected // that is to say : related to each other. historically & materially – various lines intersect. conscious & subconscious beings do not exist within a vacuum. time itself is a continuation in and of itself. which is to say : what’s happened, is about to happen , and is already happening. it didn’t stop. nor did it pause, it extended. like a song recommended by additional bells and whistle’s. it’s steadily going because it’s relational.

It’s true, the jokes write themselves, like sinister elves seeking fairy shelves encoded with dust. one could perceive the reaction to lust, as a pie without crust ???

what is a conspiracy if not mass delusion by distracting the masses of the people on learning how systems operate and how everything is connected? whether you’re talking about aliens or lizard people – if that doesn’t involve material conditions which are controlled by forces such as (exploitation, violence by the state, status quo compliance by controlling women and marginalized genders and the like) if your conspiracy is too abstract to understand, it should be discarded or rather shaved to the point of making sense and getting through to the listener. if your ‘conspiracy’ can’t be explained in 10 seconds or less, than maybe it’s best – to say less? or at least study what can be proven by history / her story/ their-story / this being the most profound glory ! one has to wonder? if thoughts leading to silence will speak like thunder! if the wind ascends or if the sound is bound?

the guess of who knows? replied : i found out, what you about _ and it’s clinging to the clout. why chase, if all you’ll do is erase and out pace your need for examining grace. take space….lest your mistake the window for your face !

To This the proclamation was interrogated: Shall I Serenade or Fade?

whether you spend or trade
it’s counting to something
like a ‘thing’ that would sing

when the phone would ring…

Shall I Go On Or Expire N2…

Room Broom

inquire : the ability to read the room!
you mustn’t mop the floor, until you sweep before with a broom!
gather all the pieces in a collected space.
before you wet and spread dust mites and shaved lace all over the place!
yooo! check out what’s going on!
“sleeping until dawn” without an awareness of whose there, will lead you to nowhere!
take a moment, pause.
or claw like a timid cat with a cause.
a reason in which your ‘season’ overstayed.
your garrulous essay has quickly been outweighed.
by your sentence, lexicon, story, & faction.
any action is discouraged and swiftly put to rest, if you’re making a mess out of keeping one at bay
to what you steadily say, 
which is an extended remix at best…
i’m just saying …
you might need to say less!
but for you, that might be like taking a difficult test
and to this : may I encourage that you study expeditiously, & like hot cup of tea, sip slowly and carefully
for it’s truly a benefit in reading the room!
cuz’ you mustn’t mop the floor until you sweep with the broom!
gather all the pieces in a collected space!
before you wet and spread dust mites and shaved lace all over the place! 🙄🧹🐭

yooo, check out what’s going on!

How To Sew A Button (part 4)

In the 4th episode of ‘How To Sew A ButtoN’, I’ll teach you how to sew a 4 hole button (again) with this being a series, keep in mind….it’ll get more random as it continues. I can only imagine what awaits us 36 episodes down the line…on the 40th episode! we shall see! Until then, stay in tuned here on my website for new upcoming additions and reflections. Welcome to any new viewer who have been peeping out my webpage. I hope to connect with more folks in the real, via algorithmic persuasion! Blessings, y’all ! ❤

4 4 4 /8/14/22

you can also keep up with the series here : https://bit.ly/3CfBGlX

How To Sew A Button (part 3)

the most common button! the 4 (::) hole button, which usually goes down from top to bottom! ↔️ bottom to my top. this will be a SEVENTY SEVEN episode endeavor – featuring various ways of sewing. wrong ways, right days,a collection of variances and similarities.

this will be a SEVENTY SEVEN episode endeavor – featuring various ways of sewing. wrong ways, right days, a collection of variances and similarities. on the 7th episode – stay tuned ‘here’ for a special announcement !

keep up with the series here : https://bit.ly/3CfBGlX

How To Sew A Button (part 2)

i’ll teach you how to sew a 2 (:) hole button. it’s easier than it looks, blessings! this is how i like to do it, you may have another way! this is to no dismay, for sharing is caring ! blessings !

part 2!

this will be a SEVENTY SEVEN episode endeavor – featuring various ways of sewing. wrong ways, right days, a collection of variances and similarities. on the 7th episode – stay tuned to ‘here’ for a special announcement!

keep up with the series here : https://bit.ly/3CfBGlX

How To Sew A Button (part 1)

In the first episode of this series, I teach you how to sew a 1 (u) hole button.

this will be a SEVENTY SEVEN episode endeavor – featuring various ways of sewing. wrong ways, right days, a collection of variances and similarities. on the 7th episode – stay tuned to ‘here’ for a special announcement

keep up with the series here : https://bit.ly/3CfBGlX

IlluminatI BOOM bOmB bee

This poem is a four message poem, listen with the intent to get through. you may need to listen /read it slowly. you may need to listen to it 3 times. it’s poetry but it does make sense if your rhyme is aligned, blessings!

shining brightly, electrifying me to the frame of your name.
bursting from the seams : with explosive ultralight beams, you buzz me intoxicatingly, into your illuminations.
charcoal stained stations overflow the crevices of my every location.
passcodes bypassed.
firewalls lambast.
space and time.
place and mind.
who knows what can be, framed as Illuminati?

this is for the superstars forgotten near and afar : performing with microphones dripped in ice – costumes sparkling nice, right before the cocktail’s crow thrice.
now already invalidated, the trash bags have been consolidated.
saving up the space for more waste!
helping them to share the light in front of the sleeping face.
by lifting their weight and carrying their excess stone.
when dreams seek for a familiar place to roam.
as the bee parades the succulent nectar, so should we become the adjacent collector.
storing what is gained, from the flower and the tree & then releasing it via truth to power {dialectically}.

right as you heard the BOOM – i aligned my chakras in tune with the new moon.
hoping to be at the right place, just in time for lines to trace, me right back to the bass, that’s been plucked.
a funk note so obtuse, it commanded your body on the 2 & 4 to get loose!
there you went; wishing to be seen glistening like the sheer blue sky, clouds accenting the pallets, gloriously from on high.
like water for chocolate but instead chocolate for oat milk.
may your stream be smooth like silk.
it is both from : the emergence of the wise and the not knowing; that the ever glowing, pages will assert themselves done, just as the sun rises with no refusal of anyone.

ticking by a designated appointment time. each second steadily & frantically reducing : energy’s most reusable prime.
engaging negative and positive forces have now lit up the walls.
while, coloring the ghetto stalls.
like a historic landscape scribbled with graffiti in a gentrified neighborhood, or the house-less person whose intentions are immediately not seen as good.
We are advised by the penciled post it note, flowing from the river with political education as our boat : chewing profusely so that indigenous land back knowledge is smoothly passed down our throat.
this can appear as a pacifying tragedy of events, if the role in playwright, would pay in dollars but not in sense!
interrupted by auditory shatters while the glass falls, it matters as it scatters like an unexpected capitalist exploitive bill torn to tatters.
if you’re asking about the chatter, take another squeeze cuz’ it’s sho nuff a lil’ fatter!

when preparation met opportunity – the bee fluently : found it all to be amazing…
AH : MAZE.
a daze of circular buzzing thought.
ranging from what you ought
and what they sought,
in the search of becoming more clear:
the staging of such ‘arrivals’ means planning.

organizing.
scheduling.
ahead of time.
ha, a head of time!
one has to imagine, what this head is thinking and if it intends to be drinking?
as the springs of capture can lead to the effervescent rapture.
in the blink of an eye, all that was soon to be had became land, air, and sea.
miseries and reveries all around me, up until buzzed in the ear which answered the call to not fear.
ILLUMINATI BOOM BOMB BEE awakening me to remain clever, to stay forward : backwards never! throughout any endeavor!

= BEE BOMB BOOM ILLUMINATI – who knew that the 🐝 could 💣 causing a 💥 , allowing the space for explosive💡illumination?

WAIT A MINUTE: Vipsanna Silent Retreat // Inner Me // Enemy

If you care to listen to watch / hear about my experiences with vipsanna, you can watch that here. ❤
Enemy // Inner Me

is it the enemy or the inner me?
the voice outside which chides my pride !
yet : the thunder and tide reside within my subconscious and it is there / where i spin.
sensations breaking down as ‘sin stations’
locations wherein the wrong, is corrected by a meditative song
uncontrolled by the thoughts which leave and awake
many unresolved cookies going unbaked
but what does that mean for the batter ?
constantly flowing with chatter and fuss.
a matter of the people or an individualized us?

this is of correspondence: appealing onto the skin but also the thing which rings within – by exposing slices of infinity
we are then able to locate the vicinity of divinity.

and if my heart had hands ? they’re lifted!
but if my eyes had arms? they’ve already sifted
_ through all the jargon that liberal stems wish i’d pardon
however i’m much too stained : with every fragrance of their name.

to every disdain, i refuse to remain in the boat rolling afloat, to the stream of capitalist and imperialist psychological warfare !

whichever our affair, we must still prepare forward with an objective – sure to win! this is to no end as both, the enemy and inner me – can be observed and become silently unnerved.


to the enemy or inner me : one must be equanimous observing so that we don’t react : for the universal act is ‘The Law of Impermanence’ everything is constantly changing (by rising and passing away) & with this sentiment remaining true, may we step forward by examining our vibrations casting away the old and new, holding onto only the present ‘you’.

UR!? : BUTTONS, THREADS, & SYMBOLS (THE PHOTOSHOOT)

UNIFORMLY RaNdOmLy in S3arch of Paradise Clarity : THE PHOTOSHOOT! this gives me an opportunity to not say so much (save the captions!) now the photos will do the talking! As shot by Danny L’amour Studios! This is our 3rd photoshoot together (a charm it was) especially after 7 years since the first time we took photos which I used for my poetry album August Feels Like Wednesday in 2015.

Shoutout to Danny, for being such an incredible photographer who KNOWS what to bring out in a photo session. She made me calm and realize the objective I had, could be realized and experienced. This provided a ‘KNEW’ introduction of sorts to who I am and where I am going.

‘WAIT A MINUTE! TyPo Or FaiTh?’ has been in production for a while (released briefly in the fall of 2020 only now to be re-introduced with added context and audio book) It taking full form upon me JUMPING BACK INTO THE FIRE! (Da Souf!) With gas prices going up and with the thick boot of capitalism against our necks? We have no other choice but to organize (within a revolutionary organization) to combat these forces against the advancement of humanity.

These ‘Ism’s’ exist to continue the myth that we’re unable to do anything. However, we can radicalize our ideas about the structure of society and inform ourselves via a historical analysis. We can’t do it alone y’all!! here’s to adhering to a unified mission to fight for our lives!

Part 1: BUTTONS : buttons are blessings and they are like the passengers but instead of ‘gas’ all you need to ‘pass’ is a needle (a vehicle / medium) containing the energy to sustain. needle, thread, and a ‘knot’ is all it takes for the button to remain.

Part 2: THREADS : Kaleidoscopic. All Colors! Rainbow. Pan. Across. Energy which can’t be contained Like blood it must flow, otherwise it will pile up and clout. And we all know what that’s about! (it ain’t good) Thus: it must Flow… in this i know!

Part 3: SYMBOLS : Clear in its meaning and shape. Connecting with relatable interpretation drape. Blank space. Open. Vast. willing to outlast to engage and lambaste.

ONE UNITED SOCIALIST AFRICA!

+EXT : (30) – ASSIGNED // ALIGNED

i have a reply but i’m unable to share it
i got a word but i’m thinking you’re unable to bear it!
that’s to say ; this word can climb trees :
this word will get you to confess on your knees !
like a fox searches for prey
I’m traveling by stealthy feet
hoping my capture will widen and greet
all of the variations of foods supply, are written true & tasty in my mind’s eye!

i dare not hide the notion that exceeds your ocean !!!
rocking and waving, for all the discs playing (in stereo) by the love we’re saving.
arriving at a point to say, SCREAM, & rElAy!
it’s to no dismay : even with a sad & hardened heart, the response of the shadows, honor light at the first start
even when the ‘aims’ do not fully chart…

🤔😕🧐😟😐🤨


popping tums
for my stomach ‘ummm’s’
pausing where the growls meet a pregnant wonder
so that my thoughts might strike like thunder
and the meaning to believe: reaches you : so
that you are rescued from drowning under

my heart is beating all at once
trying to discover why the race has slurred
my visions blurred
i wanna know
i’m trying
gas is expensive, so like the squirrel i’m flying
from the sacred antediluvian tree, to the smell of tropical fruits and smoked brie
as we walk on native indigenous lands,may our wills be set to struggle and UNDERSTAND!

i’m just remembering to write down what i’m assigned // aligned to do. dedication to the pen is a thrill oftentimes neglected. we don’t even give much time to everything we’ve done. while looking back at the things i’ve done, i still remain in jubilation at the many spaces made to continue advancing a better world.

whatever that looks like for my history. where the future resides. how i’ve come / coming / came to the terms of the spiritual world and the deep dividing of who is what & where meets there at the crossroads…

“until i find my answers, i’ll surround myself with dancers…
& i must go & i must go alone
you can’t call me on the telephone…”

it’s so many thoughts i have to get through. most of which i’ve only began to scratch. i am committed to redeeming these notions because it’s where i’m found. my heart is breathing steadily and it making me an outlier.

a present alien to foreign ground. it’s my awakening. the beast and flower passing into a truthful power. being strong in disagreeing. the seeing and the flowers of believing. i’ve done many things and now is a time for organizing of every material reality. so that i can see! i’m ready to jump in the 🔥FIRE🔥 and ignite the wire while being fit with a deserving attire.

asé to all the ancestors!

Moon and Sun : resourceful and remorseful is the cry when requirements have been unreached. making a speech to the pupils who are soon capable to teach. yet, always remaining a student and in study of the rule, whereby change constantly occurs. uncovering this answer with jotted lines of smooth but rough stirs.

the pencil is a treasured friend. in it – I can erase with pace the mistakes that are to surely take place. + an ASMR luxury, with mechanical ease, the pencil also sharpens the ears with a delicate breeze. unlike the pen or permanent sharpie : one does not have to outdo the lines with scribble (though the dribble can be one of an honorable threaded typo) leading us into the fate of a pristine date!!! (ain’t that gr8?)

shoutout to the etc of embroidery threads

extension……to be acknowledged in the silence. a retreat festering deep. my soul seeking to be at a place of ‘SEEING THINGS AS THEY ARE’ weighing it all. transforming. honing into the knew me. harmonizing the conscious and unconscious.

wtm!_tof? (+) (-) = 07/10

EMBEDDED INDIGO

captions included 🙂

in bed, within the inn – i then go,
soft peddles of a perfumed floral ring
‘a rose’ in me : the call of a bee sting.
entwined in clusters of blue and carpenter’s wood
remains flames of extravagance, shouldering between transgression and what’s expected to be good
at the cocktail’s hour, happy itself – extends into the pour of a whisky sour!

within this writing – i’m inciting : levels of tiny pebbles !
stuck inside the shoe, solving this dilemma is merely paying attention to the clue!
the case of this face is myriad but fallen short of obscene …
when the sense became non – i become a breathless yawn.
quivering into the distant soft tissue, as my tears are signatures of issues.

ranging from emotional neglect and tortured trauma!
but confessions of repentance have been absolved through the teachings of the Dalai Lama! (((it should be noted : the dalai lama and 🧿 DO NOT IDEOLOGICALLY ALIGN, as They’ve worked with the 👀ℹ️🅰️, so….👎🏿 ! i only used their mention due to the rhyme provided on the spare dime in time.)))

i’m kept close by the face of an perplexing ace!
while going through this crisis of
energy – is not at all unexpected …

yet: it does appear suspected

as so much can be said…………..
instead
i’ll pause where my whispers swallow
the voice inside, is a guide to which i follow

the fiction of the white
just might: speak way too soon…..
months of turning pages to the crescent & whole moon

still
awaiting colors, glisten serene
and while the contradictions long to be seen….
dialectically & eclectically : to those that suggest otherwise,
by the sight of their reading eyes? lines indeed, align and surprise!

while : in bed, within the inn – i then know, embedded indigo!

I originally conceptualized the title “embedded indigo” after gathering all of my close friends at Benihana’s in Chanhassen Minnesota! I remember I worked at Mall of America at the time, and TrevorGuy called me around the time, I was leaving work. “Prince is having a music video dress rehearsal for Judith Hill with Eric Leeds, tonight at Paisley Park and you’re invited to bring in a couple of folks. Details forthcoming. Are you down?” “Absolutely, I’ll let my folks know!” I was absolutely ecstatic about going to Paisley Park and to add to that : A music video with two of my favorite musical artists!? I told the ‘True Blues’ (y’all know who you are!) AND we were all excited to be there!

For added context: I had only been to Minnesota 3 months at this point and things were already picking up, as only 2 days ago from this point I got 3 messages that a private party : was happening at Paisley Park and me and my friends had been invited to Paisley! If y’all want a run down of what happened you can watch that here! https://youtu.be/zSQWWAwRWgg

BACK TO BENIHANA’S! So we are all there awaiting what’s the scoop! everybody’s asking me, what’s about to happen!? Obviously I would know right? Well no. Prince never gave any information about what was about to happen, he just told you to prepare and that I did. It was at least 21 of us and none of us did not know what would happen. We were all sharing Prince stories and all guessing all what could go down. Clearly, we were all decked in our finest of clothes. I do remember having blue on at the time.

Suddenly : I get a call from TrevorGuy. 

ALL eyes are suddenly on me as my ringer is on and I knew it was the call, we’d all be waiting for. I briskly brushed off into a quiet space, leaving them all in lingering anticipation.

I get back to the phone and hear :

“hey, sorry. Prince is not going to do it tonight. some things came up. sorry, will be in contact soon. peace.”

ALL I felt inside was blue. A deep blue. So deeply on me it felt like a deep url code. not just any kind of blue but a mood indigo like Duke Ellington spoke about. It wasn’t necessarily sadness though, just like someone dipped in a ocean of reflection. How was I going to tell everybody it wasn’t happening!? I remember thinking about dreading the walk of shame back to everyone awaiting what would be the next move.

Soon as i came back to the fold, my head shaking in every direction : everyone knew and we all laughed it off. in fact the rest of the night was spent with many other folks who had been to Paisley throughout the years when this was a common occurrence!

“Oh you mean, driving out in the middle of nowhere before there was ‘modern construction’ because you were told there was a paisley park party at -35 degrees and when he leaves you outside for like 3 hours and then decides at the last minute, nah.” Hahaha

Prince. His way about things were not linear. All throughout the night, I can’t say I was really feeling blue as in sad tho. I was very much energized throughout the laughter that ensued & with good eating though we were not a part of the experience. In many ways this is how I feel about Prince and the anniversaries of his ‘transcendence.’ Which is today. There is no real sadness only memories of joy when listening to the “flames of extravagance” that is Prince. 

In many ways it all feels like a parallel vortex when this time comes around, a familiar whisper in the shadows. Whispering deeply, but a jovial memorial indigo.

rEfRiGeRaToR: iNvEsTaGaToR

a mansion of complaints were stapled to my HeAdBoArD.
i tried to understand it all, but i was fLoOrEd!
thus:
i opened up my ReFriGeRaToR,
only to be harassed by an iNvEsTaGaToR
it started with the avocado
then onto the exposed chicken bReAsT!
soon the yogurt, onions and the ReSt!
the bacteria came again to sTiNg : only this time with a stinky zInG.
at once i was interrogated why i left open the edges around the sEaL!

“you promised last time, you wouldn’t allow my fate to be set to pEeL!” screamed the pepper-jack cHeEsE:
in protest of the sudden sQuEeZe around its GiRd.
the sauerkraut was soon to utter a WoRd // until i completely regarded any of their complaints as AbSuRd!
here’s to now starting oVeR – no longer shall i remain victim to an unlucky four leaf cLoVeR!
ALL of you shall become a freshly made CoMpOsT RoAsT, so
that at least this way,
the soil will favor no longer your spoiled body, but your mineral GhOst!

seeking…(Like A Lake)

the things i wished to do, i no longer care for
the places i wanted to travel, i can’t see as reasonable any more
is it because the covid numbers are spiking up?
or the doors which refuse me by slamming shut?

i wanna cry but don’t know why
i’m blanked in space
trying to rectify my face
i’m feeling numb, sad, and displaced
feeling alone in a ‘home’ that does not belong to me
wishing to paint with lens carefully and responsibly

while, cutting off those thrills which made it easy on my heart
i rather now be torn apart
by the very thing that’s eating me inside
it’s unnamed, unable to be framed, and thrives by the constant rain
that is to say : my crying tears are attempting to unmask my fears

although: stuck in a rut of staggering associations
befuddled by contradictory operations
seeking for a friend, but instead suddenly briefed by an online stranger that this too will soon end

without a sight to see what’s really wrong
or a voice to sing in harmonic song
having the very least, while the beast inside still demands a feast!
consuming everything at the dinner table
so that the unbelievable can be told as a fable

“did you see them eating all that cake? filling their stomach like algae would a lake! they probably wouldn’t feel that way – if they were the ones who had to make, all of which would soon be left to take!”

but: it’s a lot different when you’re behind an emotional wheel seeking to safely heal
& when the transportation to feel is left to squeal

if grief had a thief, would it take like a lake? or would it restore in its proper place : salty to fresh waters which trace back to grace?

STRUCTURED LAWN

are you in need of an algorithmic foundation?
one that is far away from frustration?
if by tending to your garden, weeds sprout
from the forgotten edges, to the root stained grout…
how will you be able to frame the name for an achievable aim?

(discipline and process) is in need of a [protected] structure to stay alive – to guard against the ticks on the dog, passing by – which were deprived from on high
as seeds were picked by the birds in the sky, they dropping mites, worms and fleas
& with a sudden breeze, for a moment: activity stops with a sneeze.

thus, recognition is in need of a lay down.
a written recollection providing memory and context to what can be found.
When the sense became NON (nonsense) : this propelled the LAWN to yield green pastures at dawn, otherwise reaction or revolution – will push the glass to fall…
the answer to that call : is one that writes lines while connecting grapes to vine.

og art piece in the middle (originally conceptualized in 2015) it took 7 years to finalize!

time through rhyme *ELEMENTS OF MATERIAL : ARISE!* despite the size,
the measured bowl of calculating expense – makes you wash and rinse
as it’s all coming through: due to many silent hills (which may thrill) 
BUT UPON INSPECTION OF THIS RIDDLED CIRCUMSTANCE?
HA!~ WHY NOT BE ABOUT THAT DANCE!
with the slick bounce of the beat, get caught dancing in the grocery store and then off to the street!

for when the groove makes its way to the belly way below: a deep BLUE beyond
makes the rain obtain favors that seek to know:
where’s the drip coming from?
whether the ceiling is cracked (with mold) or the floor is a bacteria cafeteria…(a slimy situation irrespective of how old)
the hysteria acts like bliss: if you’re so willing to kiss the hiss found when you dismiss!

sentiment aside: I rather abide _ in a motion that is fast and slow_ so that I can glow!
I’ve been chased by the darkness night
trying to fight by the guiding of a righteous light
it’s right by the signature of one’s might!
that is to say: according to their will!
by not laying still…
but moving onward and forward: carrying a candle with our dessert sandals! cuz’ it’s all too hot to handle!’

When the nonsense became clear: this excited the lawn to yield green pastures to revere…
by scheduling ahead we avoid conflict to appear, writing onto calendar script, alarming the appointment as to not be overbooked or whipped!

if you ain’t looking to be flipped 🖕🏾: structure your lawn to a dial, which honors your period beyond the trial. This will make the planting and growing cycle worth your while.

2:TwOtOToO

it is
cuz’ it has been
and will be
just as it must return

like a boomerang burned
with dragon teeth fangs,
it’ll cut with fire
like an electrified barbed wire

slicing your attire
exposing your repentance of skin and flame…
in aim to frame, what exactly is that ‘AFRICAN’ name?

“I’m on my way back home!”

“really? without me, how did you get a ticket so fast?”

-___-

I mean I’m going back to the house!

Ha, ha,

I swore you were a mouse! 

Except I caught them packaging the cheese, with a request for MORE PLEASE! a little like a tease, but with a swift breeze, I hereby grant you the keys :::

to return back to the zone whereby you are closer to home in spirit and mind.

don’t go blind to the sound, extend in reach of the palindrome : (remembering not just from the dome) but also the written word.

it needn’t be absurd!

2 two too to : is also on a two’sday!

Leon Little Dragon Bridges

*a workout* 🏋🏾‍♂️ featuring two of my favorite artists. they’re going on tour together this summer 👀. Leon Bridges and Little Dragon. Seamlessly harmonize in full glory with no interruption.

(TIDAL LINK : https://tidal.com/playlist/02bd6568-a9bf-48b3-ad0e-c79129659540 )

blessed be your ears to their sound!

“did the words of the king disappear in the air? somebody should hand you a felony, cuz you stole from me!…my chance to be.” 🧾
“you can color in, flutter in : meadows and hills beauty gave us the chills…” 🦋
“I miss it all
Said you went down to Cor🏝pus
I miss you in the doorway
Stayin’ up all night
Silly, silly me”
“play it to the break of dawn!” 🎼
my grandmother’s name is Doris. she passed away 11.16.2020. she lived in new orleans. so much of this song felt like it was written for her memory. (at least all of those named Doris) Leon’s music alongside with the vibration of Khruangbin embodies all of the feels. chills. this whole EP is lush. 🛣
“crazy how you drip like water 💧 “
“her sweet melody follows me everywhere i go, running through my mind
sitting in this road, maybe i’ll write a letter…”✍🏾

Pussy Pavillion

*A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL THE KITTENS, CATS, AND MEMBERS BELONGING TO THE FELINE PERSUASION (TIGERS, LEOPARDS, SPHINX, ETC) EVER HAD A CAT CHECK YOU OUT FOR A WHILE FROM A COMFORTABLE DISTANCE, UNTIL THEY FOUND IT NECESSARY TO SIT IN FASHION AS A LOAF ONTO YOU? eXaCtLy.*

in stealthy gardens, she then parades with shy fluctuation  

compressing down my blossoming appetite, extending my editing time to starvation 

like a kitten, she comes with exciting jubilations, as yarn persuades by rotation & duration  

intending to string me along, as if i could sing in harmony with her song 

bulging expressive eyes, their playfulness surrenders me : to fawning sighs

life ain’t that fair, when kittens are resilient like a stallion to their chosen pavilion

until suddenly, the kitty….while prancing by :

thought enough of me to lay loaf, on my thigh

of course i’m not mad, more like excitedly glad that’ i’ve been honored with their beauty, command, and grace

their kitty cat pussy face, is like a bowl needed to be licked clean, and that they do 

not for me or for you, but because grooming is a necessary act of self-care

they wouldn’t dare, ignore this allure, as their purrs causes all the stirs

all the feels, all of my wills : are to the spirit of the cat! 

yeah, i said all of that! 

i heard somebody say once : “cats don’t have owners, they have staff…”

and you can go ahead and laugh, at the work i’m willing to do on their behalf 

you can consider me the x to their y on the graph 

for this feline strikes with precise skills, revitalizing my company with aww glowing thrills !

pussy pavilion,

pussy pavilion,

like a stallion made resilient to its post, cat’s are too cool at doing the most!

“I am” : u.r.i.s.o.p.c (statement piece)

*this was a poetic piece I created for IGF (Irreducible Grace Foundation) in collaboration with Ms. Jane and Dr. D : they both helped me to reach into that place within me – to convey sincerity and honesty through the power of breathing amidst the search of discovering who I am… this is the poetic piece I wrote out describing who I am. it has typically been difficult for me to name specifics of who I am but now, I am more assured in the discovery of ‘what’s in a name’ that I have no reason to be ashamed. blessings y’all! ❤ *

i am : Arican. who like most of us, were raised on colonized and stolen lands. (If not in location, in mind bands )

Shoutout to the AAPRP!

i come from : radical and religious sentiments! an environment which reinforced to me that my questions : were far too deep! that my interrogations of life’s contradictions were far too steep! The church, the Bible, and the Holy Ghost was our daily bread and butter, because if not in the name of Jesus – every other voice? could stutter!

Weigh The Minute! Typo Or Faith?

when you look at me : you see – brown skin, large buttons, and thick locks of hair – they’re not dreadlocks, that would imply they’re dreadful and they’re not. you will also see, your own confirmation biases, but ULTIMATELY what you see are scattered remnants of survival.

When I look in the mirror : I see a man attempting to advance a better world through struggle and the sharing of joy through creation and revolutionary politics. I see a window at odds with dialectical history // worlds interlocked unfolding, the deeper and reachable mystery.

Uniformy & RaNdOmLy : in Search of Paradise Clarity!

What you don’t see is : a man seeking to heal trauma that has flustered me. My ‘First & longest relationship was with someone who used the language of love but never matched practice with theory. I was 18, freshly graduated from high school : ready to move to another country to escape the command & rule.

I get stressed out : when I neglect to see what has been proven to be within me. when in stress, my will is often a mess out at every express, I soon begin to digress. All of these things and more can be the case, which is why instead i take a pause ______ and breathe, to make space.

I take care of myself by: breathing within and remembering the various tools i have for access. Just as sewing and writing pens are tools of connection : so is breathing. i like to breathe using the 4 for 4 method.

4 4 4

Take 4 seconds to INHALE (through your nose)
HOLD your inhale at the top for 4 seconds
Take 4 seconds to EXHALE (through your mouth)

*4 counts in between each breathe !*

when you take deep breath it activates the vagus nerve – sending a message to yo brain that you are calm..

we win when we breathe from within. There is no end, only the will to perpetually transcend! whether your at 0 or 10 – i recommend, you find that space and begin.

::: “i say this to you, so that you know that : ACCESS is from within, when placed in an uneasy or stressful situation, remember that you have the tools and can get to that place of healing and rest.”

i often use this tool when i am stressed about something i can’t easily each or obtain. this technique is often used in combat – to calm the fighter before and after a situation. May you find it useful in any stressful situation!

20 OF 01 feat. 4 444 a.k.a. 2

workout playlist: if you care to jam while you may stretch, do yoga, lift weights, and exercise body form 💪🏾🕺🏾 (CAUT⚠️ON: it will include some dancing but that’s to be expected.) it’s a mix of many songs of varying emotions but a general theme is encoded in the folded harmonies.

this is also in honor of the sublime found in stretching and melodic enchantment. i must say every song resonates with some deep correlation, most of which deal with numbers. (also fumbles) a lot of CrUmBlEs, left on rugs, carpets, and wood. but safe to say, it’s all good!

please do enjoy!

*FOR TIDAL LISTENERS, CLICK HERE : https://tidal.com/playlist/a9a9de45-6d3e-4a95-8cd5-687c2c69b5a6

“ If you wave and say goodbye
You will not see me cry
I’ll grab the pillows from our bed
And I’ll knock these stones against my head
sananda never fails at creating a rotational melodic groove, that stings you. this is evidence of that notion.
“ trapped away too long, tired of all the lies! you can’t play me for a fool, cuz i’m leaving it all behind! i’m leaving it all behind!” this dude ROCKS! talk about a groove! one of my favorite guitar solos of ALL TIME! i did like 70 burpees because of this song 😀
“We are strong
We can hold on to each other if we try
And make it right, for you and I
There’s no goodbyes.” ahhh
don’t you miss 80’s pop ballads like this? so extra! kind of like me!
“And I am not afraid to try it on my own I don’t care if I’m right or wrong I’ll live my life the way I feel No matter what I’ll keep it real, you know Time for me to do it on my own” NOBODY CAN SING LIKE WHITNEY. this song proves as much. every time i listen? i get so emotional! but that’s another jam for another day!
If U live N the hills…
Listen
U take 2 many pills
Cuz U’ve lost the thrill
Against ur own will
Stand up & B strong
as much as i love this song and that this was recently released, there’s too much “clicking” within this song. like WAY too much to be a released song. i don’t even have the best ears and i notice it, it finally stops a little half way in, but G whiz yo! nonetheless, great harmonies and the sisters sounds great!!!
“I’m not accustomed to wearing my feelings
In a place that’s so obvious to see
But if eyes don’t lie
There’s a chance that you are not fooling yourself
and me…”
this song is pristinely cinematic and always creates a space of grace, stevie never misses!
“I love you, you love me But we must be sure We may be the best of friends But in the end, it’s true love that wins.”
this song brings back childhood thrills in many colors of sepia and in my
mom’s toyota sequoia!. *we wore this CD out!* Karen Clark absolutely flutters in this song. shoutout to J.Moss backing vocals too!
“loveeee, so many people use your name in vain.” i’ll never forget the moment i heard this song when it first came out. it’s sung flawlessly. one of those songs that just grooves.
“From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, girl
My heart says follow t’rough
But I know, now, that I’m way down on your line
But the waitin’ feel is fine
So don’t treat me like a puppet on a string
‘Cause I know I have to do my thing
Don’t talk to me as if you think I’m dumb
I wanna know when you’re gonna come – soon..”
i don’t want to wait in vain! not for love, whether deep below or high above. i don’t want to wait in vain, cuz’ there’s so much in a name.
“could it be that you, are the one that i longed for : are you…my dream come true?”
dedicated to a special somebody, may you be revitalized in your recovery ❤️‍🩹

EMIL,P:DEEP LIME

how would one describe to m3_ poetry?

i’d say : : : it’s A LOT!

one filled with many luxury and used vehicles, may one of them get you through.

spice it up and get through the caption – otherwise the meaning is a fatal faction of a thicker extraction. season if you would like to maintain flavor, but please remember to SAVOR!

tactical rectification knocks at my despair
asking me which clothes i wish to wear?

ice sparkles on the frosted apparel / that’s sterile, for water drenching the stenches of my mentions. cleaning up all the empty and forbidden space which longs to occupy foreign taste. the degree to which we belong is congregational song : may we all now sing along?

“ our time and labor is being exploited by the ruling class – this may seem like the only future to come to pass, but that’s all the gas! we can fight against the line which draws us crossed and undermined!.”

they’re not going to show you the revolution! anyone assuming that, hasn’t understood organizing is the solution!

with this, that and the third being said (here’s a few reminders for the mind and head)

thinking is just blinking (from within)

writing is just linking (paper to pen)

reading is feeling (your brain)

comprehending is seeding (exchanging memory lanes)

remembering is retaining (information studied)

patience is primary sources (no longer hurried)

shoutout to the remnants,
of those remaining:
remains,
tags,
pieces,
lint, to be brushed
strings left at lush
the fluff, stuff!
the around and found,
all of the miscellaneous means at gathered ends, shoutout to their memory and sins!
special regards to the : split creases and dinosaur leases!
all of the crumbles and mumbles left at your tables and sold through their fables.
every single etc etc and dot dot line and thing
all the cotton, satin, and polyester fling!
every scribble, chop, plot, and missed out line
: here’s to acknowledging your presence in the blistering winter time!
here’s to your frosted and forgotten remembrance! here’s to your effervescent transcendence!

INTRODUCTION : WAIT A MINUTE! TyPo or FAITH?

This is a story about Typos and hypotheticals. FIRSTLY: As told through the medium of the ‘Don_Key’ as spoken about in Numbers 22:21-38 when Balaam’s faithful friend was stopped in the way due to the Angel of The Lord. SECONDLY: This is a story based on true events but with remixed names and places. THIRDLY: it is also spoken through the political angle, which when in harmony with the angel of awareness, brings about revolutionary awakening and love.

Thus, this story is a 3-level narration. An adventure encouraging the listener to weigh each minute and to ponder on the material reality around us. The witness of the spirit must be in reliance with the science, the contradiction in life is to know the internal things or the things that are within are just are relevant as the tangible things or the things written on our skin.

instead, humanity at large has been jailed into systematic revisionism and applause is given for a lack of critical thinking and reading from primary sources. hijacked is the reason to believe without challenging the dialectical and material reality to the NOUNS around you. everything is alert and making a sound. One can be asleep but there’s surely an alarm!

shoutout to Jagrati and Gramercy!

asleep (jagrati) // alarm (gramercy) these words mean something !

to not hear it and still steadily sleep or much more to DREAM but to not write it down. recognizes many challenges. the record makes true how the spirit speaks through you. waiting and weighing the moments and figuring out which streets lead to destinies not prepared for. immediately and with urgency one is left to FIGURE OUT WHERE THEY ARE GOING. WHY WERE THEY STOPPED. WHEN THE PATTERN CHANGES AND WHEN IT IS FOLLOWING AN ‘END’ Herein We may Begin….

RaDiCaL: Angels & Angels

describe to me : the nature of your circumstance?

would you rather walk or dance?

shall we talk it over, or discuss the matter in silence?

or are you for a government ran by the people, or the system promoting self-reliance?

you know what they say : you can do it on your own!

you ain’t gotta look for home: neither should you ask for help, especially when in need. 

SUCK IT UP, don’t cry, just go untreated until your left to bleed!

flesh left open like a party inviting every kind of friend, family, and stranger, which inevitably attracts danger!

cuz’ all them people were gathered in one space : but if not guided by a common grace or principle, their concern is far more scattered and unorganized.

thus, for the people to arise – democratic centralism must be the measure which assures their size!

may our prayers bear knowledge to the ongoing science and emotional feeling.

this type of prayer is an invitation for higher and neutral healing.

to face the very material struggle found in all living beings.

it’s a matter of principally looking in, from within _ examining those contradictions which nonetheless appear as fiction DRESSED in various dictions.

I needn’t recite every line that comes to mind, however it is irrefutably clear – that their lies a wrestle between two opposing forces here and near.

How we confront and deal with one another requires us to call out the whereabouts of FEAR!

depending on the angel / angle, one may misplace the word intended to get to what’s true!

by each clue – may w3 all get through!

When the scenery becomes the garden greenery which enhances the vibration sensation.

what will fill the gap between the bridge that is passed, how can one gather with all they’ve amassed?

Without risking the loss of what they carried, the options are truly unvaried.

going to the ever-turning passage of spitted approval.

as judgements and skeptical glancing seek replacement and removal.

the romancing of the desired beat is to treat a furnished symphony.

for when the kangaroo wishes to land upon a higher stand, because their hump encourages their jump !

how closely do connections cross and feelings tread?

will this interaction be contained or will it spread?

likewise: fungi and real disguised lies, are perplexed in front of truth-seeking eyes.

may we be truthful to the solution, which soothes us to rely on an idealogical foundation and shape ourselves to the real malleable clay.

this is to no dismay.

for when closer to the tears.

and when the mirror reveals all of those spent years…

the pieces are stolen and hidden, returning concerns back to the vendor.

until the push of splendor revitalized the colors left on cluttered tables and midnight fables – convincing that you return to the feeling that left you kneeling….

even at the throne of mercy – you felt deserving of pain.

while being caught in the pouring rain…

you were then released from the choke holds, of spiked ambitions.

your attention would only become knotted and tangled like a geometric spider web.

by thinking you could reach the ebb without the flow, the truth of knowing the invisible structures which are principalities in high places.

when running faces meet the math belonging to shape and angle, the angel once more appears as a lesson to revere.

you did not see it coming, so you ran away.

into a place no one could say?

until you came right back open and barren – as an empty cup intended to be filled to the brim.

although tightly held with muscle and limb – the hour glass slipped from your hands with all the speckles of sand, the sound was as a thunderous command!

for when it shatters it matters because it reaches across all the hard surfaced floor

one can reach the door while answering the bell, for it swells deep in the midnight and afternoon pale.

a noise awakening one to the division of sound and stillness…

disrupting sleeplessness, which was diagnosed as a formidable illness.

the capitulation belonging to the CAPITALIZATION of interests belonging only to the select few?
recognizes a RaDiCaL REVOLUTION, which informs scientifically, the work that is left for us to do!

THE 7TH ALGORITHM TRAIN 🪡🧮🚂

2 1 4!

2.) = the 2 hole buttons which act as one straight line. (:)


1.) = the invisible shank where there’s a wired loop underneath. (n)

4.) = the 4 hole buttons which can be sewn as (X) or (::) these are most common on dress shirts which often come in 7 buttons going down from top to bottom.


buttons INDEED connect and the ‘gesture’ of button therapy is the
search to bring clarity! if not for buttons on our clothes, we wouldn’t
have a united force which harmonizes the divide.
buttons are blessings, y’all! in the same way, every one of the
blessings in my life have united me to a deeper connection and
understanding.