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…”✍🏾

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!

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.

DEAF MCCOY

they counted it all joy, to set the fire ablaze and destroy!

it mattered very little to their anguished mind : all of the memories now spoiled rotten in time.

‘it’s just a book’ : why would one insist to read it as if they could look? thus, they burned the pages alive – claiming what was left over, was made broken, abused, and unable to thrive…”

the ghost of this feeling?

seeks a remedy of healing!

the spirit of those words cried, after the flame once stole their flesh and the pages dyed…

into a thick smoky black ink….

staining fingers until blemishes could think:

towards the water and richly lathered soap,

attempting to wash away unfettered desires, and forged hope!

what was taken may be placed again!

through a loop, appearing now and then…

by a vision or through the dream portal:

charms enlighten briefly, yet remain mortal.

a sound that went unheard, until the smoke choked the air and their third eye vision became blurred!

paying service to the record which made them nervous : they’ve relinquished all possibilities : although nearly drowning in the deep blue seas, all of the flees couldn’t hurriedly leave their dog. Was it the surface or the smog – which stalled the cog to a destabilizing fog?

this happened to be the case for Deaf McCoy!

they not knowing : the heat could extinguish their joy!

” ‘cuz what about, all of the work that was put in?” as the 3 out of 5 recommend : the enemy and friend – to sit at the table of consumed ends, the start of which may transcend, with a flamed wire which only until now has to expire!

🔥🔥🔥to all the pages and names which were written in search of the answer. they found the dancer, grooving within the melodies of a boiling heat! a burning revival – reaching towards the back alleys and crowded street!

i repeat deaf mccoy : they not knowing the heat could extinguish their joy !

PARADISE CLARITY

Paradise Clarity (The Book)

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P A R A D I S E? CLARITY ! (FORMULATED EXPLANATION)

CARE NOT TO ONLY READ BUT DIVE FURTHER FOR EXPLANATION? WATCH THIS INSTEAD :

20 minutes and 44 seconds, you ain’t gotta watch me. just play! ❤

what is ‘paradise’ if not for the s3arch for transparent understanding!

i’ve randomly been writing poems and symbolic gestures starting back to 2013 – in this collection of writings you’ll be able to s3arch through the many ramblings of my mind! i’ve spoken about everything from : SPIRITUALITY , food, and dREaMs & ThEir WaKiNG LiFe CoNtRaDiCtIoNs!

reading my own words have been a revelatory insight into the reason i began to seek higher understanding. it all began in early 2013 after leaving a relationship that had significantly transformed my ‘Process’ of what understanding looks like.

many o’ times, i thought i KNEW FOR SURE what i was going through. only to soon realize, my eyes missed the lies passed right in front of me. it took being told the same thing by close friends, family, and strangers for me to somehow think i was getting through…

UNTIL : I WAS LOOPED BACK INTO BACK INTO A THE WIRE! a GPS programmed to a circular circumference! here i was // saying – i got it, this time! i didn’t have the proper correlation or the education which comes with learning about love but also LIVING with someone whose narcissism is cloaked onto them, similarly to how a robe can cover a pulsating throb.

i didn’t see what was ahead of me because i didn’t realize : RaNdOmLy…the same begins with a name not belonging to a disposition of shame. IT TOOK 8 YEARS * & some change* for me to GET THROUGH!

i was searching for ‘X’ – the unknown but yet known ; cycles of stained decoration, left me in constant hesitation. refusing to move on, assuming i’d become the same pawn – set adjacent to the queen who would guess that ‘chess’ was better played if it ALL was made into a beautiful & toxic Mess!

PARADISE CLARITY has shown me out of the deepest enclaves – i can reach to understanding through the work without feeling the need to justify every correlation that led me to ‘Y’ = ‘X’ has occupied so much of my figuring out. throughout all the years and tears wherein i feared – ever knowing the peace of being alone. believing that ‘home’ – could be understood distant and way out overseas. now i see it all began with me…

^^^

except it’s not just ‘U’ but the ancestors who have always paved the path! one can easily do the math : they told you that it was a hard to do! that numbers and shapes couldn’t be understood by you! but that’s a damn lie – one can try. to reach a higher place ! where grace is already marinating in space!

THE S3arch is how one may get through! (uniformly or RaNdOmLy)

FINALLY releasing this has also allowed me to MOVE ON AND AWAY – from the pains and gains which left me bound to reason (& seasonal treason) against the truth that deeply remains.

herein my celebration, salvation is retained !

✨🌬🪜🔑🪟🪞🖤🪃🧩🚀⏳⌛️💡🧨🧹🧶🪡🧵

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LIVE UNBOXING OF PARADISE CLARITY – AVAILABLE NOW FOR PRE-ORDER! (RELEASE DATE: 7/21/21)

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Paradise Clarity

PARADISE CLARITY is the conceptual statement in which poetry and symbolic gestures comes through : to the reader by random and uniform means. It has been divided into 7 Volumes (Years) Starting from ‘Z’ (2020) To A (2013). THIS IS A 460 PAGE JOURNEY! Most of these writings were available online via blog posts, videos, and other forms of multi-media but never given the full moment to be absorbed as a whole. Whether you choose to RaNdOmLy or uniformly flip through the pages : the search to get to transparent destination is open to whichever destination you find most useful! *PRICE INCLUDES WORLDWIDE SHIPPING. PLEASE INCLUDE YOUR SHIPPING ADDRESS OF WHERE YOU WOULD WANT THE BOOK SENT* if you have any questions or concerns : please send an email to paradiseclarity@gmail.com Blessings!

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✨✨✨ thank you everyone for your support throughout the years! I will also be embarking on a #Z2A virtual tour reviving back to life the reason why I wrote these poems and pieces! I look forward to connecting deeper with you ALL! Stay Tuned! I love y’all !

🇺🇸🐍🔥

today many folks here and elsewhere will use their social media platforms to ‘reinforce the lie of independence’ ostensibly – known as the 4th of the lie. it’s a lie because there’s no such independence in a fictional country known as the (united snakes of amerikkka)

let the record show further : the only way we can correct a misfortune is to acknowledge a truth. this land (ALL of the western hemisphere) belongs to the native americans indigenous to this land. just because a thief steals something years ago, doesn’t make it rightfully theirs. no matter how much propaganda tells you otherwise. there is work being done in effort to achieve this reality and one day they will get their land back! (same for Africa, and any other land held hostage by neo-colonial rule)

im currently here in : Houma and Chitimacha land here in New Orleans, La. the app ‘Native Land’ helps keep you up with what land you are currently occupying.

so yes, this is why we struggle with folks. everyday capitalism uses the mainstream media to feed the masses the lie ‘that america is a place representative of freedom and democracy.’

we all seem to know, that history isn’t so distant from the past, but we are largely left to believe otherwise. we are groomed to view america as the nation that produced the heroes. which means the pen will reflect the institutional justification for violence such as slavery and war, as a means to bring ‘peace’ to those savages and the enslaved.

the television / media industry is used to propagate this propaganda.

the church is used to propagate this propaganda.

the military / police is used to propagate this propaganda.

EVERY INSTITUTION IN AMERICA IS DESIGNED TO

DISLOCATE YOUR MEMORY ABOUT WHERE WE ARE AND HOW WE’VE GOTTEN HERE.

From the Monroe Doctrine – To Manifest Destiny – to the ALL WHITE MALE CONGRESS THAT DECLARED AMERICA SHOULD BE A NATION EXCLUSIVELY MADE FOR THE WHITES!

while writing this : a thought appeared in my consciousness “would if this is too light? what if this makes people too uncomfortable or reactive?”

to that i exclaim : WONDERFUL!

why? because the systems and institutions of capitalism SHOULD make us uncomfortable everyday. how does it feel to witness a houseless person on the street? or someone strung out on drugs? police brutality?

the great, Kwame Ture : made it a point to remind folks of their responsibility to humanity once we are conscious! once we are awakened to the realization that this current system is violence, oppression, and psychological warfare – we must organize against it.

some important words to study and research : “neo-colonialism, white supremacy, capitalism, socialism, imperialism, dialectical materialism, struggle…” these words are all interconnected and our responsibility to humanity would be to struggle towards justice.

but whatever is good is worth the work and fight. we all have talents and gifts that can be used to the benefit of the MASSES OF THE PEOPLE. We sho’nuff have work to do and since this is a protected struggle : now is the time !

to the flag that’s soaked in kerosene : may the match revive our lives, forward ever!!! —> to a peace that’s heard, fought for and seen!

GESTURE BUTTON THERAPY . COM

the joke was played on the jEsTer ‘ who realized upon inspection : a GeStUrE was better uTiLiZeD via CoNnEcTiOn!
thus the transformation became fErTiLiZeD…

the GESTURE of button therapy is the s3arch towards🌟PARADISE CLARITY🌟 _ as buttons are then sewn with DEXTERITY, styles and shapes align with PROSPERITY!

The Hype!

it’s already been talked about! (& not for clout!)
BUT heard of and made stable! (cuz’ the will to come
through has been matched able!)

it’s hot!
but, hell is hotter than this!
it’s a knot – ignorance is touted as bliss!
if not,
for the kiss?
i’d be remiss…
to not add water to the pot!
a flame to burn – a candle to return, and a fire to rehire & fuel the stubborn mule!

it must carry over
via boat , bicycle, or range rover!
as long as the theme is put to focus! or else, hocus pocus?
with regard to the fleeting attention : it would be absolutely paramount of a mention!
for getting through is to also recognize the invisible CLUE!
this is why, the eye continues to spy and the hand signals a command…

the plight of such reverie may send one n2 a deeper sleep in search of hidden treasury
the enclosed notion which has kept me at bay to the ocean, is one that has been built by the dream
indeed : this memory is not what it seems
cuz by the actual suffering of a heat stroke, the gestures of the sun’s brush has alerted me woke!

the sweat dripping down my skin?
is enough to fill an ocean encouraging one to deep dive and swim!
turning our eyes into the waterfall of surprise !

it’s hot!
but, hell is hotter than this!
it’s a knot – ignorance is touted as bliss!
if not,
for the kiss?
i’d be remiss…
to not add water to the pot!
a flame to burn – a candle to return, and a fire to rehire & fuel the stubborn mule!

could this be : THE HYPE?
a measurable sensation found in the swipe?
when the up and down wishes to be found
by a glaring animation – sparks begin to fly over the packed out station!

the readiness of the fashionable affair
was declared imminently urgent, tho curtailed for the washer was out of laundry detergent.
so, instead of being dressed with conceptual and stitched made apparel, it was assumed the instruments should firstly be made sterile

everybody’s supposed to be a certain type?
Ha, according to the hype!
the wizard is forever beholden to their pipe!
said the smoker, who believed the hype!
the hardware was made soft and unable to properly function thus soon inviting the technician to work on this much needed junction!
but while attempting to stripe each light, the day could no sooner find the night.
grapes belonging to the vine deserve to be plucked and eaten when fully ripe!
said the greedy fox who was once more fooled by the hype!

it’s hot!
but, hell is hotter than this!
it’s a knot – ignorance is touted as bliss!
if not,
for the kiss?
i’d be remiss…
to not add water to the pot!
a flame to burn – a candle to return, and a fire to rehire & fuel the stubborn mule!

G.Y.M,Q?!

I realize making a video and driving is not the smartest thing to do! {}{}{} especially since accidents happen irrespective of how careful one assumes to be! {}{}{} it should be noted however: I’ve driven this road countless of times and was pretty sure where I was going. i was looking even subconsciously, but going forward I will keep still while talking to avoid _whatever statistical ailment that is presumed, on one who records videos while driving. ULTIMATELY : I hope this message got through! I aim to Reflect Light!

 In the words of Sananda Maitreya : “if I struggle with affliction, it’s because I cover with my contradictions. life herself is habit forming, all of my nights were made mourning, reflecting light! “

“We must strive every day so that this love of living humanity is transformed into actual deeds, into acts that serve as examples, as a moving force.” – Comrade, Che Guevara

we do this (work of organizing) for the love of humanity! society must be transformed and that can only occur when the masses can accompany : in struggle and harmony!

JOIN AN ORGANIZATION!!!* FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE AND HUMANITY! 

*if you don’t like any of the organizations that you see, create one! sorry, you can’t do it through individual efforts… 2 or more willing to do the work? THERE’S YOUR ORGANIZATION! 

Get your money queen!

you pledged to the stocks cuz you all about that green !

go ahead, get your money, queen!

that’s what you always wanted: you certainly don’t need it from me. (or need me to streamline it for your honey bee!)

get your cash, baby !

to invest. to cater. to spend. 

go ahead, make your start a bountiful end! 

a broke mentality?! 

nah, not ‘the stature’ of your fatality. 

you wish to win upon the flowing grease with an ironed-out crispness found in the crease!

indeed, i see you: shining through,

you’re not requesting me for attention 

you’ve already signaled what bribes your tension!

i’m peeping at your thrills though i feel :THE D I S T A N C E

it’s a new kind of resistance

but sure enough, A PART of the memories reminiscing to my heart!

so here’s my hello to a ‘knew’ start!

cuz’ i definitely saw this coming, as a hopeful outcome 

you deserve them shoes – in them, you can ‘OUTRUN’ 

for nothing is out of your reach!

you’ve learned but have also been there to teach

you did tell me before 

now it seems your manifestation has now found its ‘ROAR’

and that’s GOOD FOR YOU!

get your money queen!

get your money queen!

i’m so glad you’ve matched your kerosene!

light it up! and shine on through! 

Whether this wealth is for me or for who? 

It ain’t nothing if it ain’t for all!

But that’s a ball !

belonging to foreign courtyard –

So,

May your honeydew at least serve, as a mass vanguard?

for the soil found in a exposed pothole 

may at once : free your soul!

so,

go ahead, get your money queen!

get your money queen!

get your money queen!

Storage Ghost

my eyes roll like dice, scattering probabilities spiced!
the cost of a gamble?
is scratching my head as i ramble !

whatever to the never,
‘cuz it’s not like IT intended on ever really coming through ( at least, FOR YOU)

their languished, weary confusion, was then
re-billed to my mirrored delusion!
i can either pay it, or let it go, overdraft?
after which, the picture and frame would both laugh !

‘cuz what a scene that would be, ha –
to portray : my dismay, on the table of their concern?
i much rather burn!!!
until i’m left crusted from the flickering flame...041421 SG

fire, plants, art decor
peeling away at this smoke and ash –
forgiveness is requesting to come to pass,
but i’m too stubborn to ever remember,
that my preference for Spring is not tantamount to your December!

so i choose to remove myself like a fly, chilling against the wall.

but if you were close to my ear, i wouldn’t dismiss your call.
neither, would i smash at the annoyance of your disposition.
irrespective of how preciously, you may regard that ‘position’.

i shutter to believe : we could shoulder next to the grudge
‘cuz it wouldn’t be long until we succumb to the nudge
but,
by storing my memories to your ghost? i’ve relinquished our odds to the abyss and uttermost!

A dREam DeFeRrEd

while sleepwalking the dream deferred
I was then sewn up, folded down, as my voice went unheard
my spirit yet sought to eat the written word
as my midnight repentance’s slurred…

to underline the meaning of the said pitch
jars of stones, drawers of spells, are requesting a stitch
placement – where could the key abide?
if not in a enclosed location – where memories are kept far and wide!

meanwhile the coattail
of their foundation proved genuinely steady
but the camisole was see through,
collapsing my bashfulness, surrendering me ready…

as wavy fiction produces depictions of various inflictions
many of which attempt to make clear sense 
or else the pot is in need of a rinse
for the container can only contain so much, before spilling over
it’s been said : reality is a four dimensional clover.

so
i’ve come to the same
conclusion. 
a route destined to a recurring confusion.
like a cul-de-sac – the ‘whereabouts’ ain’t amounting to jack!

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i’ve test drove many herbs & clusters:
for it provided a pleasure i dreamed to be the case. 
flowers rooted in the soil but soon destined to be inside of a vase. 

the memory of life wishes to revive. 
but in between my closing eyes, this departure must contrive. 
to a place I’ve known? i’m kept grown!

when the aura comes around once more – what then, is left to be obtained? besides allergies from the flowers which have left me pained!
maybe some visualizations are better seen within the dream? 
it need not be for real, otherwise my hesitations will scream!

upon the alarm, my trepidation returns deferred
sleeping and waking life diffusing my fears into me like a songbird

but i missed the motion sought to keep me dancing
instead my spelling was silenced to restless nights romancing
sliced by the cut : as to excite the allure of the jiggly phat, what?

“ease on out of that pie!”
or else you‘ll DYE : teeth darker than mud – ruining those pearly whites for a musty crud!
wouldn’t that be a shame?
ha, i can explain! :::

as forces are sent to convict the mind of the infidel because they dared to call out the BULL, which would have otherwise continued stubbornly stool.
buried underneath, allowing advantages to be traced! some have already gone to waste, others? are lurking by at an inquisitive pace!

thus, this dREaM DeFeRrEd requires a writing down of every emotion stirred
to embrace : the flower & vase

before it goes away into withering decay. knowing that this transfer must occur, despite the lines which will inevitably blur!
….

as you were, The Game is Over for my Coeur…   blessings and light to Yael Naim & David Donatien for all of their timeless offerings. this one goes all the way ❤

a vow of sigh-inced’ waves

current waves are alike to the days, which came before
counting backward and ahead – left to bore :

years,
months,
weeks, 
days ,
minutes,
hours,
seconds,

all moving towards  ‘seven
but
missing the goal post of ‘ heaven ‘030721 AVOSIW

Ummm, Eh, …

what must one do, when realizing they have not gotten through? when the CLUELESS BLUE** wanders between they and you. how can one glue the pieces torn a part , if they can no longer chart : on a scale in which magenta and cyan could vow to SIGH AND

repeat a promise of : SILENCED WAVES….
RUPTURED through the crushing DAYS
STILL capable to amaze if not trapped by a cyclical HAZE

Vowing to a silent PHASE
as current waves are like the days that came before
counting ahead and backward – left to bore

seconds,
hours,
minutes,
days,
weeks,
months,
years,

all missing towardsseven
but
moving the goal post to ‘heaven’ 

a vow of sCiEnCe
wherein data stands in
AlLiaNcE
with the truth of what can be made more
CLEAR
so that the ‘
sigh‘ may revere *as opposed to FEAR*
YA HeAr?

EvErYwHeRe n’ EvErYtHiNg

this writing has scheduled me captive
a release of this feeling, caging me adaptive :
to all of the colors of misery left to display.
(you can expect nursery rhymes, idioms, and fantasy – hooray!)
these tones and fixtures dressing my shadows are compromised by a flaunting spark.
it flickers like a flame 
but the accountancy checks, marks?
are signed by a fraudulent name!
to what end does this despair carry?
unspoken abbreviations which can no longer tarry…
the marriage of the dichotomy between liquid and gas
prompts offspring of the physical and spiritual heir to come to past.

 

everywhere, n’ everything started to sing
people, places, n’ ideas, signaled a RING!
a chance to be answered by sweaty and out of breath dancers – fancying the occasion, to respond to this decadent persuasion. in which all NOUNS had to recite their lines, up beat, crushed, & entwined !

but,
instead of facing the consequences truly,
their cowardice became unruly.
outside of the inside and around the down and found – traveling at a speed where their nebula can reach before the flashlight could click. 
right before, my feet met slick
like an x – rated flick
now there’s a drip
providing a spiral confession
wherein this tale reads as my succession
everybody readily ‘revels’ at the bounce.
a party filled with jello and colorful hellos.
it would be seen as circumstantial- to not undress and dismantle.
so here’s to the cutting – right to the chase – windows perplexed and mirrors gone to waste. 
a price of vanity, is an impending transaction.
these muscular trophies, have been attained through repetitive tension.
filled with cyclical-calendar-commitments-reimbursing-the-worked out-pension.
here are a few, (commitments) which make due :
turtles n’ gloves.
rubrics n; doves. 
magic and mind.
candy at influx with rhyme. 
calories and added fat. mistakes and cute cats. soothing the reminder of yesteryear, reminding very clear as to what it means to be free.
a collective university
wherein the masses accompany 
– in struggle and in harmony!

for..

many are displaced.
figuring out what caused their mind to go ace. stricken from the eyespassionate lullabies.
tread with light feet.
colorful slides? mesmerized!
roasted junctions in heat as the sun turns to direction of the west
a light recurs to test!
a bedazzling agent provocateur,
inviting lace scented webs stringed to allure.

shall i continue or go on?
back when, n’ again…

everywhere, n’ everything started to sing
people, places, n’ ideas, signaled a THING!

singing tunes of the clown and a smile that became a frown!
not all answers went down.
some went around.
others came to only fly.
i could try.
but i can’t explain the withering refrain

for..

the pedigree of my registry
left me aligned with a succulent pleasantry 
i’m hungry cuz my motions have been left starved
as structures became carved
medicine was then pulverized
to escape the large n’ embodied surprise 
cuz that pill? was built ill!

everywhere, n’ everything started to sing
people, places, n’ ideas, signaled a RING!

KNOWLEDGE BY FLOATING // MARSHMALLOW OF CONFUSION

for all that can be known – floating seems to be the only option when you’re in the sea of interrogatives. you’ll never land because there is no seat in the game of life. ain’t no couch or love seat. there is only ascension to go higher. when you start to read about the rules of the game, if you’re taking the game serious, you’ll be motivated to change your tactics and plan.

knowledge is a tool and one that is given to us freely if we open our hands. the state of knowing is a process, but it is what you do with the knowledge which transforms your state of being. the key to swimming is floating but to do this you must be comfortable with the water. i was afraid of water since childhood, because i had a few occasions where i nearly drowned. i would float on poor floatation devices and always landed in the water struggling for air.

it was Bruce Lee who said: “Be like water, my friend.” 

water flows and water goes // where? who knows! 

the idea of being settled in certainty can be very demanding. as water keeps going and flowing – an eternal destination can seem confining. it’s commonly accepted that knowledge is power, and power should be fun! superheroes are fascinating and appealing because of the special ability they have which transcends the barriers we are commonly subjected to. superheroes can fly. blast into a sudden telekinesis. become invisible for a spell.

this is power. power endowed to them with the strength to defeat whatever may come their way. yet, something this powerful can’t be taken too seriously. it must also be fun. although, when having too much fun, people tend to think you can’t possibly be serious as well. why is this? why can’t we have fun and maintain knowledge at the same time? when i found this new wave of knowledge of floating people started to think i lacked morals and principles. i’d constantly be told that people were praying for me because i lost my way.

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every school of thought has their own perimeters with their specific laws, uniforms, and ethics. even those who profess ‘free thought’ still seem to have a rubric about how free your thinking can go. as free as i believed myself to be – i still restrained myself and put on a different uniform of thought. how different can we be when we still borrow the same tools our ancestors have passed down to us? a change of course can appear as life changing if you never gave it much thought previously. 

Yet, the knowledge of something new doesn’t always guarantee that you’ll stay above the water. While we get out of one box, we place ourselves in another. i have now come to accept that it’s not that we don’t like boxes, we just prefer the boxes WE put ourselves in. If we’re comfortable and content that’s all that matters.

at least, up until the point when we thirst for something new and driven to irritability because it’s tew much!when you come to some uncongenial truths, everything slowly starts to change. This can be an uncomfortable truth. probably a bit more uncomfortable than the results that proved to be of the nature that you preferred.

to be misunderstood or even challenged doesn’t have to mean our demise. if we are all encrypted with a special combination of sorts – whose job is it to understand the key? how can a computer know which mode to follow if it did not make the individual choice to respond to the code already established? When you discover life is more nuanced and complex than you believed – you think of all the people you judged and made responsible through your ignorance and misinformation.

maybe they’re floating on a marshmallow cloud? when one can see what they once were – judgement tames like a saucer in the waters. floating because you’ve been filled WIDTH measures beyond what they can see!

while growing up, my grandmother always had a bag of marshmallows around the house. (just because she knew how much i loved them) i could eat a whole bag in a one setting. she taught me how to make rice crispy treats with them. i never quite gave up my fascination for the comfort of a marshmallow! i loved how soft and buoyant they were! they were comfortable and tasty. it’s the one of the only things we can eat that resembles a cloud. much like how marshmallows are capable of resonating with our humor. i crack myself up! nobody gets it but me usually. some say it’s my wit others just think i’m confused. when drawn to the absurd of reason – i find a mellow seat. confused only as it relates to knowledge and where i could potentially go…

 

here we are: resting on a marshmallow puff of confusion. a pretzel cloud resembling animalized reality and dystopian illusion…

At the heart of confusion tends to be a yearning for the heart to understand what created it in the first place. When you know, you take that knowledge and ultimately create a path towards understanding and then applying that said knowledge. But we already knew that as I’ve already repeated various things by only changing the dress. The tailor remains the same, but different kinds of fabrics, colors, accessories and details add a whole new approach. If already at this point it appears to have gotten redundant because of the same things being said differently – don’t wallow in your confusion. Eat a marshmallow by the fire and get comfortable. If there’s no fire, get comfortable wherever you see fit and allow this comfort to hit the acceptable target of your desires.

W.T.G.2.D.W.M?!

*this conversation may or may not have ever taken PLACE. the fact that it happened – makes the opinion often trade its FACE. for a reactive MOUTH or a revolution which can’t go SOUTH. even tho, here is not over there, what follows beyond THIS or THAT – : is a hello or goodbye, in need of vacuuming underneath the mat!

but, what that got to do with me! said the one who was already filled, width measures beyond what they could SEE! everything and nothing replied BACK, the concerned one after just complaining about their missing needles in a STACK. “i’m carrying all these stones, pillars, and WEIGHT – at the very least: you could offer to unload my package and take me out on a DATE. instead you choose : to WAIT, and now i fear, you’ve settled on doing nothing, as your FATE. can’t you see i’m HURT – i ain’t get this far to be played like dirt and a FIDDLE, i suppose all along you wanted me to solve your RIDDLE. how silly was i? silly enough to not hire a private SPY – to PEEK at just how many faucets you allow to LEAK. if i were you – i’d realize that maroon EMPATHY is a grace afforded to those with SYMPATHY. you don’t even bother to CARE – you’re sitting in the lazy CHAIR. or should i say : lazy BOY – all you do is polish your TOYS. it’s fudged up! but that’s the usual coming from somebody like YOU……………..

hello!

did i get THROUGH?

yes you did but if you were any more LOUD, you’d excite thunder from my CLOUD! I stand barely AWARE of what it’s like wrestling with a BEAR! you ask me – could I CARE? well, my concern has never been so much of the MATTER – my lassitude is only getting FATTER. why, you PRESUME? cuz – I gotta ZOOM! ZOOM! ZOOM! in your ROOM! ROOM! ROOM! (it’s like BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!) all the freaking TIME! if only you could spare your 20 nickels for 10 DIMES! you crack a lame joke but still be asking me to LAUGH – demoting me here where you’ve sacrificed me as a golden CALF! YOU COULD HAVE JUST, SPLIT it IN HALF! a base and STRING, even when the phone does not always RING. i am expected to call and to talk but what more can I say? I have been beaten & preyed, across your desert SEA – BUT, WHAT THAT GOT TO DO WITH me!

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BuT WhAt tHaT gOt 2 dO wItH mE?!

you  SEIZE (C) – THIS very thing —-> THAT is belonging to ALL belongs to NO 1. it’s like when, wind shows up right behind each other in a sentence, only the ‘D’ is silent in the latter. “when” shares a close fellowship with “ever” but this spoils “anything” from ever arriving on the scene, if there is no clear distinction of timing. the difference in yours and mine, is perception of that said thing. it’s very much yours and mines – it’s ours! however, hours and seconds couldn’t be further from each other but still, they’re united both one and the same! we are connected to the grand zer0, all of the substantive numbers are now made a hero! just because the invisible n0thing stands on their side! ain’t that enough to make your mind open WIDE?! Thus, there is company in ALL AND NONE ! WE : *THOUGH AT ODDS IN THE RAGING SEA* can’t help but ask EVENTUALLY : BUT WHAT THAT GOT 2 DO WITH me!

INSIDE OUT // outside in

this poem is an exchange between and Sylina and I! her writing is of elephant magnitude – in terms of the weight in how it compels me to carry through. you can find many more of her writings here: http://www.4eyesopened.wordpress.com/

All change ain’t good change, and boy have you changed
From the inside out you’ve transformed,
Not much remained the same.
Sure you still look good, you’ve kept yourself up…
But some of your inner beauty has faded, could it be because you lie so much?
Could the change have come about because your principles and morals have gone bad?
Because you’ve cast away the good memories, the good times that you’ve had?
Because I’ve noticed that you focus on the negative, spinning narratives into a new light.
A new light that turns things darker rather than highlighting the bright.
The pessimism doesn’t help to brighten up your smile.
The old one that I truly loved, I haven’t seen it in a while.
This new one exposes jagged teeth and a crooked tongue that flickers when you lie.
Stupid things you wouldn’t need to say, it always leaves me wondering why.
Why do you feel the need to lie to someone who loves you so?
I say loves, not loved because my love for you would never go.
Not away at least
It’s tried to stray, for peace
To get away from the beast you’ve become.
But I know who you really are
I know that change comes again, and that you’re transformation isn’t done.
I’m holding out hope that this next change reminds you of who you are,
And that this transformation is beautification and doesn’t leave any scars.
All change ain’t good change, and boy have you changed, but then again so have I.

i used to think washing clothes from the outside in – would be the sure way to win?
if threads can be exposed from the inside – the crush of the waves would forgive the sin.
at this exact moment it’s hard to know when to play with wrong or right.
we can both take the courage to board this complex flight.
but by then – how could your memory ever forget or know when to remember?
there’s been a disgrace at the surface –
all knots have not been tied by the end.
which ways we fold – creates a fairytale or mystery untold.
when the message came through in a dream, i denied ever living a life full of lies.
eventually, the separated waves birth a crush and brush – these jewels professed such lush!
the magic of this shine – inspired me to reflect this fiery light.
this was only right –
to turn outside right from the inside out –
it fully occurred to me, the duty of the wind blew me
into its invisible but real state.

this is a revolutionized change which bakes the cake without a signature model or make.

– as the truth of this emotion comes around with verifying reflection
times window makes known the view from
the outside in, which comes from within.

just: X’acute!

(here’s a rhyme for the timing of your procrastination whenever it comes around to do something you don’t want to do…JUST-EXECUTE!)

just: X’acute!

when you’ve been holding it in for so long – the PIRATE need not continually get IRATE! the ocean of misfortune has sent WAVES over my promises GRAVE! i am biting off the APPLE of synchronicity’s CHAPEL! who would have ever guessed i’d return back into the mouth of dizzy EMOTION? for i have drank a compromised POTION– i am hardly capable of denying this NOTION!

JuSt: X’aCuTe!

GETTING IT DONE JUST FOR THE FUN! For the mustard green MEMORY // a rising SYMPHONY, is cluttered with risk and calculating UNDERTAKING! this ain’t no fool’s production in the MAKING! you can’t MISTAKE what was designed to correlate to the ACHE! the vision is SOUND by the mercy of your ears INBOUND!

JUST:X’ACUTE!

when our hands have bled – we become HURT! when alienated in our minds – we appear like DIRT! the kind of dirt that magically arrived on your fresh pair of white CHUCKS! you just lost some serious BUCKS! could you be any more HAZY? by your lack of mobility, your insights have curved @ the avenue of LAZY! albeit – the circumstance has spun you out of CONTROL – you’ve casted your ballot in the election POLL! the clearest ITCH removes the sensation and conjures up the WITCH!

jUsT:x;’AcUtE!

ain’t nobody trying to smell the dragons breath. it’s already oiled our CHAINS! how about we pray for the southern REIGNS? cuz we need a BLOW which rhymes with the FLOW! one that is not bound by lock and KEY – but a combination SOLILOQUY! so much for CONVERSATION – we’ve been burdened with emotional EXCLAMATION! feelings and facts both MATTER – for as long as they don’t SHATTER in the FACE of the dystopian ACE!

JUST:X’ACUTE!

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= JUST? EXECUTE!

‪if the world could be described as CHOCOLATE? we’re FUDGED! the shoulder pleads the hip to NUDGE – our mountains are ran down to CREAM with uniforms and space suits saved for a fables DREAM! we allow window DRESSING, for the benefit of avoiding the real LESSON. a refraction of light missed on the battlefield of a compromised LANDSCAPE! these lonesome roads are filled with potholes and unsolvable SHAPE! if we could really unravel maybe we’d feel the need to X’acute’ – we ain’t gotta be so MEAN – only keen to the revelation OBSCENE!

just: x’acute! 

X the CUTE? Yes! for even when you MUTE – the bankers still LOOT! they give you the big fat BOOT! the finger doesn’t matter as much as the HAND that’s hidden by the obese one in the BAND! some called it the THUMB but it skilled me NUMB! ain’t that DUMB? INDEXED POINTER FINGER WAGGING AROUND THE MIDDLE RING – WHICH SAILS IN THE OCEAN SWING!

JuSt: X’aCuTe!

make a PLAN and make it STAND! write it DOWN! record it change your GOWN! alternate between the zippers and PATCHES  make sure you hold on to those LATCHES! the SCRIBBLE has been DRIBBLED & signed on the back PAGE and therefore the lines are needed – to be recited center and front STAGE!

JUST:X’ACUTE!

mark the BOX – and wear the philosopher’s SOCKS! SPOT THE ACUTE1 AND FLEX WITH YOUR FINEST SUIT!

just: X’acute!

HAHANHEHE-MF*

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MF*

if you gonna be a HA HA N HEE HEE MF

make sure you reach with the same depth – which called you, when you entered the deep. when you yelled and screamed at the obscene in your dreams! 

MOVE FURTHER

OR ELSE YOU DON’T KNOW SH*T!

you can’t even understand the breath of CONVERSATION.

much less – recognize the different kinds of tracks at the STATION.

you don’t know sh*t.

not all trains are on the same TRACK!

especially since some go forward while others go BACK.

you don’t know sh*t.

before you even listen to what has been said, you didn’t even allow yourself to be FED.

you don’t know sh*t.

FED: THE KNOWLEDGE & INFORMATION NECESSARY TO FORM TECHNIQUE! A SH*T TALKER RELIES ON REACTIONS THAT ARE WEAK.

yeah, you don’t really know sh*t.

yet you think – you know it ALL.

(whispers)

(don’t know sh*t)

yet you: justify your anger for an immediate FALL.

(don’t know sh*t)

yet you: believe you are thinking with your MIND.

(don’t know sh*t)

yet you: are walking BLIND.

(don’t know sh*t)

yet you: camouflage the parts of you – that are ME.

(don’t know sh*t)

this only means we can’t SEE.

HAHA N HEE HE = MOVE FURTHER *

TO ACTIVATE AND DIALECTICALLY ENGAGE WITH MATERIALS- ENABLING AN EVER EXPANDING CONSCIOUSNESS! it’s time to shop for more essentials. how else are we gonna grow? + whose gonna bite off from expired bread and drink the spoiled and chunky milk?
“if you gonna be a HA HA N HEE HEE MF – move further and challenge complicit behavior encouraged by the silence of your laugher. MOVE FURTHER, MOTHER FUCKER!

We have to get there by the silence of our tears. Sadness is a friend of ours. we don’t talk much to our tears as often but we’re gonna have to start inviting those tears to have a stronger communication to us. These tears tell a story that must be heard by the memories that we wanted to bury inside. Our head seeks refuge in the regurgitation of discs that have been scratched. Remembering is a hard deal because life is revived in those sad experiences. Our company is fragile throughout these confrontations. In our youth, we are unaware of the effects it would have on us. Today is payday. Every day we look into the eyes of trauma, we’re coughed with responsibility. we’re paying the toll. It’s worth the investment but we’re not held in any debt. Underneath all of the sadness and anger // unspoken trauma lingers in a dark place.

i’d say one thing we can do as brothers is ALWAYS call out every foul thing we see our brothers do / say. there’s an awful lot of complicity. it’s hidden and a lot of it is either laughed off or justified behind our acceptance of that person. we should discontinue the idea that we need to be told what can we do – when it seems obvious. every appearance of misguided complicity has to be faced for what it is. we have to be willing to really look at ourselves and be willing to hold ourselves and others accountable.

 

POTATO APOLOGIST

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the moment is no longer there (it has traveled to here) but the stress knocks on the door. inwardly itching and worrying that the remedy has not arrived. though it has not been so long, the worry is surrounded by the reality of a global pandemic. thus – i hope things get better and they improve. hope things arise like the thunder would in the jungle. we could use an interruption. a lava like lightning – intense enough to overthrow the stagnant itch. the answer to this fire is one that removes the malfunction. hope things are like machinery in the sense that they function correctly. hope that the bugs have gone back to their homes or squished *accidentally*. hope things are as hopeful as you’d have them to be, in a world like this.

FOR SOME HAVE:

fell into a ruthless draw. some being the ones, who could not deal on their own volition. the ones who disconnected and alienated themselves from all of the promises sworn. The concept of G-D became an illuminating paradox. the way up went down. to get one HAD to give. to live one HAD to die. it’s a contrary existence. it seems unlike anything else but is very much the same as the rest. 

“maybe we should rush into the tunnel which has hurt us?” asked those sitting on the couch. they were about as mashed as they could get. “we can become alive through the agony and pain!” said the mashed & injuring fry. these pickings surely pleasured the principle to ruin – facing; the ever so joyful decay!

when suffering deeply – this scorn comes from the contact of the red rose. this crown plush flower stands on a bladed stem. being cut by a tender flinch the question arrived should the spirit in this dress, tempt the mind with a see through camisole?

what happened after this moment – is cut from the same cloth as the bohemian fashionista. this game is set by sophisticated rules and barometers – many of which only settle in quibbling over semantics.

~PAH – TATE 0HH & PAH TAH OHH~

reading through thoughts in comments sections online – quickly demonstrates, how visceral apologies may flow through. it would seem the potato has various destinations of existence. 

if one can find a better explanation to remedy injustice – what invalidates their position? if i’m standing on my side and another is standing on a different point on the map – how do we bridge the gap?

WE LIVE IN A WORLD OF POTATO APOLOGISTS!

a world where we can think of no occasion where potatoes won’t satisfy our taste buds. mashed potatoes. fried potatoes. potato wedges. potatoes baked and loaded. potatoes that are hashed and brown. potatoes roasted with herbs and spices. potatoes panned into a casserole. potatoes molded into a patties. potatoes that make us less crabby. potatoes that are creamy with dill. potatoes complimented with ketchup and all the feels! potato soup! potato chips! potato elves! potato shelves! potato bells!

P – PICKY

O – OILY

T – TOASTY

A – AU GRATIN

T – TATTERED

O – OVEN BAKED

APOLOGISTS !!!

THE GESTURE OF THE EMBLEMATIC

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the gesture of the emblematic – pleads a conversation that is varied and considerably multilateral! we also know this by another name : tokenism! it’s dressed up in flashy and vibrant attire. so many aluminum sheets arraying tastes and flavors that are on fire! who is willing to try all of the offerings on the platter? likely one is willing to pass on the lonesome celery in preference for the berries and cheeses!

empty platitudes are indeed vacant of destination or appeal (not to the mainstream propagandist media). to the mouths that spout such occasion, their life karma seems cursed by the immediate and often told joke, one is forced to laugh yet again. it’s an usual and common trick played by the puppet and their masters. *JUST REPEAT THE SENTIMENT AND STRESS WHAT IS KNOWN WHILE AVOIDING SOLUTION BASED ANALYSIS*

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of course if you don’t have a solution – it’s just regurgitation of paralyzing reality. reality THAT is absolutely crass – the kind which makes you immobile *literally*. it’s not that people don’t want to get out – they simply are in a structured funk. one that doesn’t click on 2 & 4 or lock and key. strings are wired – most of them fired off into the abyss. the vomit of such consequence is reported among many. it’s invitation is shared freely. this rage is fundamentally understood. the juice of misfortune has spilled onto our clothes. the cup that flows will never leak.”

the ANSWER *AND CALL* – to the very real systemic inequalities is the duty of the conscious. when you know, you KNOW! we must face – the many specific ways these lines intersect. the assault of this VIOLENCE is forewarned – it is the history of any imperialist and capitalist nation. is it really so devastating that we receive abhorrent demonstration of frustration? the record has proven we must move forward – in turning the page to the REVOLUTION.

the gift of the emblematic is that it gives us relief. it shows us how something that’s already very shambolic, can still find some sense of harmony and convergence.

things are changing all the time! we should always remember that. the lights are brighter and the burden is no less on the backs of those who’ve been fighting. humans and our relationship to the earth are demanded a change of consciousness. 

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i’ve always enjoyed my random share of frizz and dazzle! ACCENT signatures which can be pinned down. an added delivery because some things are worth the explorative requiem. many wouldn’t attempt – though i am among the class that do. my research into the spectacular is a source for many muses and advent quests.

there’s a lot to discover every and any where – so i’ll continue to identify as a space skimmer. you can catch me as one of the CHARACTERS IN THE WIND – passionately sharing GLORY STORIES! THE LIVING THINGS will always be ThEnDance i’m stepping to. i live on the corner of the TRIPLE S, right across the avenue of POE. i whip as i dip cuz my jargon provides a TIP TO THE HIP! i reside in EDM CASTLES!

some have tasted of this NEW NARRATIVE OF CONSUMPTION! the COMMANDED NORMALITY has shelved me a formula decked with a BLOSSOM CHAMBER. i’ve been the witness to my own creations and recordings over the years. it’s ALL there.

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IT’S HERE FOR NOW BUT THEN IT WON’T BE – BECAUSE HERE IS NOT OVER THERE

 growth follows us as translation is often lost in the triangle // prism of daily consciousness.

i aim to illuminate via a ( s p a c e ) : entitled PARADISE CLARITY / – this much has been said already at length. repetition is easy when the points are various and the summaries can be explained in a formula. a symbolic gesture – like DOMINOES being explained against representative measures. random are the flows which have gone into the PERPETUAL SINK. time and time again – i’ve spoken to the winds!

asking it to lead me into, streams of glistening action and INVIGORATION! the wind has pushed me down like it did to Pandora! i’ve gone all over the place and i’m still unpacking the vastness of that, which arrives at my garden gate.

i’ve handled VANILLA PAPER TRAILS with pure hands // intending to display a spiritual revelation covered by angel white hands. i’ve broken fragile concepts down by shattering them, into a spec too unfamiliar to many. i’ve gotten deeper into the SOURCE OF INSPIRING FRUSTRATION. carrying extra weight because of the scuba gear added to my person.

in positions of the past – i’ve been a flightless BIRD, flapping my wings with many flights left to climb. i made it through because i continued to hang with intellect – steadily on the wings of the IMMACULATE. my ancestors and strangers cruise by in passing cars – they’ve honked in approval or disgust. their thoughts were mine and mine were theirs. in the search for better days my WEDNESDAY’S favored AUGUST and the weekend’s became May. the written word forms when ‘CRE MET ATE‘.’

the BLESSING is that we are ALL here! the numbers add and the symbols divide into a splattered emergence featuring miscellaneous cotton candy. ETC, ETC = BLAH, BLAH!

PLUNGE THE DISTANCE

i’m not sure what this is going… but imma let it rip! the beast has been unleashed and thus have made the people mad. they are unhappy because they are steadily sad. things have been bad. the easy rhyme comes together like roses are red, violets being blue – this post is about the space between everything and YOU.

what is it about the need to compensate what’s lost? you can obtain a little but some of it (some of the crucial pieces) are left without a home. there’s misery in the pretense to erase what’s flowing out of you. conversations trapped in thought. looking to align some form of resounding clarity – hidden by the ghosted allegiance. once it starts – it can’t be put down. it’s a reckless jump! a feckless chump- dares not challenge with fire and tenacity.

one has to reason : but to what end? to defend? even the most present and persistent ill? to what fortitude is achieved; if reasoning is done to the justification of deeply engraved injustice? the mix of something nice alongside with something toxic, provides enough disillusionment. whose gonna sound the alarm? the push is nigh to revolutionize against systematic task-forces designed to portray the vote blue regardless of who. the work, is not readily finished – time begs the sketchpad to remember the fleeting and pressing metamorphosis. the programs aligned are soon to reboot but the power must be switched on.

the human condition by and large, remains in a cyclical loop, connected to previous generations. whenever we, involve ourselves into any kind of dynamic – chemical reactions fluctuate. these reactions are elected by the intimating methods of various conjecture. no one truly knows the formulas of combustion and why there’s boom and bang! we can study the mystical properties obtained and risk combining explosively or enough to merely sizzle!

this sigh is stolen by the frustrating essence which is uneasy to remove. our power remains docile against the ever changing light. this light is one that brightens awareness of the way things go. they’re going in a way that can’t be controlled by much of anything. the circumstances we tolerate and manage, are usually stemmed in a mutual exchange. however, many times we are held hostage by the supreme and authoritarian rule. we don’t have the keys although we’ve been offered a free tour!

 

when we walk – we embark on a chilly lark. 
from new bees to the west of the seas and trees. 
green pastures from the high and low plains – freeze in the plunged distance. remnants from a broken rock, remind us : the power which comes from
shattering collisions. 
the amalgamation of the things to come are swimmingly dense to the point of pick up. they’re coasting by floating on the top, swarming in the river.

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getting across to this destination, is to go fishing in the seas of waiting: a hook trying to bait with a pole hanging southbound. we don’t know when the link is gonna click until it bites our ear off. loud and unsettling is the message which comes with no invite. bursting and thrusting scenes which sharpen the record! how could anyone ever forget something so dramatic? the boisterous sound is enough to encourage one to listen closely or avoid confrontation all together. the mood is set but it changes with the burning candle. wax burns down and eventually it begins to trickle…

the world needs love. we all need understanding for each other. we get so many shots to get it right. following what inspires us. i don’t know about you but have you ever felt misled? maybe the clues were not adding up to your expectation or probable result?

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what does it mean?
can we question the rule of the obscene – without plunging too much green?

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SPRUNG UP EMOTIONALLY

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*HERE ARE SEVEN EMOTIONAL RINGS*

when I dream of the yo-yo, I’m 1sprung up emotionally. my middle finger looped in a hole which like a BOOMERANG – is destined to be returned and thrown into gravity. one must hold on”…for the sacred is molded in ritual care and delicate caresses. when your memory savors the undefinable – this taste requires a devouring. a dissecting of each flavor carefully and considerably – taking notes as to what works and what can be taken out.

2sprung up cuz the recall of this truth can’t be denied or traded in for justifiable pretense. the dance has begun and my emotions are the alter in which I falter. i’ve been musically lifted. the sounds of crunchy melodies and syrupy grooves got me out and in the funk. a revival of sounds await for me through the changing beats and 808’s. 

so many emotions. they be swirling, twirling, and orbiting.  my feelings be

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3sprung up emotionally cuz my feelings are in a wave attempting to reach the shore. what can be done about the reactive state of affairs one is forced to deal with? how do we climb the ladder to safety ensuring the legs do not crumble? shaky foundations certainly make it difficult to stand stable. I suppose my hands are able but the intention is not willing.

4sprung up high up into the mountainous galaxies where the stars laugh at my decisions. looking into them // i see the past. memories which were stained by depraved action. my surroundings perplexed by desert dancers serving me bottled up mirages. i drank of their elixir then, while attempting to make sense out of this perilous advent.

5sprung up cuz i hung up, all my closing demands. i distanced myself like a pariah and the prey – tossing with the wind and never staying. trying to be the pretender and the joker cuz the absurd made life a folly. like a bullet strain locked and loaded, only needing a pull of the trigger. fear like this begins to grow bigger and BIGGER. when life invites you into a fetus like position – so that others can swallow you more safely // that’s when things really start looking shady.

6sprung up cuz i leaped too high. i wanted to meet my ancestors in heaven. some of which decided to come down instead to meet me in the shadows. they never scared me but they never made themselves known to me. even in the still of the night – they never dared to open a jar or fall off the hedges. i think they slept a lot instead of playing poltergeist. i knew they were here with me cuz i sleep and remember too.

7sprung up cuz i’ve been driven mad, glad, sad, and totally RAD. for as much as i wander i squander. time spilled into another day. pages left open but unread. dreams left unspoken but somehow said. this is why I say I’m sprung up! because i’ve been pressed and pushed down into the ground. WHAT has become WHEN. Because WHEN springs forth the map of promise! The restlessness is eventually awakened, as I pick up the pen. *Sew to Bestow* SPRUNG UP EMOTIONALLY ENOUGH TO TRANSMIT ALL SEVEN OF THESE FIBONACCI RINGS. ALL OF WHICH WERE RANDOM PROCESSES BAKING INTO MY MIND. The sound of love and the dream of the yo-yo does not have to return void.

MIRACULOUS WEB MAZE

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Wh000aaaa? that’s Marvelous! CAN I GET A WITNESS IN HERE? it appears to me that we’ve tapped into the : MIRACULOUS, WEB – MAZE! – but who could ever think that we could be so overwhelmed? how could we ever begin – when there is no foreseeable end? how can we return back the default option – when endless labyrinths exist by the opening of doors and drawers.

“we all have that one drawer which stores random paraphernalia. when looking for a box of screws – you instead see various nails. long nails. small nails, and even medium sized nails – but your hammer just left you screwed!”

according to the national headlines – the masses have drunk the juice of misfortune. after all, what is a story unless it’s laced with some form of:

conflict and resolution!

tabs and windows!

molasses and lighting!

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As this key transcends the usual behavior of access, protection is governed to those who created the casualties.
 
Through the passage of confidentiality – this systematic matrix, is initiated by the trusted click of secured relevant information!

They aimed it to be an encrypted casualty – one that in totality gave life to the user and password.

It can not be contained by memory only but written encryption. 

 ::: – ENCRYPTED CAUSALITY 

yet we are still…

*constantly updating*

this Web is hilarious. we’re all stuck now in a Maze which doesn’t point to an end. it’s continuing to feel more isolated. cold. ostracized. overall, things are getting more dusty. whose gonna trace their names and numbers onto the furniture while also remembering to clean their hands afterwards?

not long ago i noticed a spider spinning down nearly approaching the countertop. i attempted to capture the spider by taking a napkin and placing it directly under it, so it would land on it.  however, to my shocking surprise – the moment it barely graced the napkin – it immediately spun all the way back to the top of the radiator. one thing became very clear to me – in real time, one can easily return back to the hard surface – instead of freely spinning out in the open air.

very few things sweep us into the miraculous! when it seems impossible, unlikely, and rare because you were among the first to witness it. if it appears to have never happened before – think of it happening outside of yourself. how often do we allow ourselves to feel the plight of our neighbors?

for the elderly in society – they are rarely visited in their care homes. most of them rely on daily activities such as bingo, puzzles, and live entertainment to invigorate their days. otherwise, Monday is not much different from Sunday. with social distancing becoming more and more recommended – one has to wonder how isolating one feels even more so, now that families are not able to see their loved ones (or gather in groups larger than 10) in fear that covoid-19 could spread faster.

desperate times call for desperate measures. even when provoked at every corner we are persuaded to think of everyone involved. we’re all linked into the night and light. this has caused a fundamental shift in feeling. it’s weird. it’s boredom. it calls for various questions! some of which – I can’t begin to write down. the blues provide clues to the shadows.

 

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where words fail, this enduring classic by Billie Holiday seems to capture all my feels concisely. 

Good morning heartache, you old gloomy sight
Good morning heartache, thought we said goodbye last night
I turned and tossed until it seemed you had gone
But here you are with the dawn

Wish I’d forget you, but you’re here to stay
It seems I met you when my love went away
Now everyday I start by saying to you
Good morning heartache, what’s new

Stop haunting me now
Can’t chase you no how
Just leave me alone
I’ve got those Monday blues
Straight through Sunday blues

Good morning heartache, here we go again
Good morning heartache, you’re the one who knew me when
Might as well get used to you hanging around
Good morning heartache, sit down

Stop haunting me now
Can’t chase you no how
Just leave me alone
I’ve got those Monday blues
Straight through Sunday blues

Good morning heartache, here we go again
Good morning heartache, you’re the one who knew me when
Might as well get used to you hanging around
Good morning heartache, sit down

Thank you Bille Holiday, <3!!!

THE EVISCERATION OF BUY – DOOM!

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the record has demonstrated to us – that the corporate class will always be favored over the working class. they matter more because they play a significant role in the exchange of profits. i’ve known some incredibly hard-working people in my life. i’m willing to bet you know these same hard working people. modern and popular culture give extreme acclaims and trophies out to anybody who is seen as a hard worker.

it’s often repeated:” DON’T WORK HARD – WORK SMART.

on the surface: this statement seems to make reasonable sense. if you find out a way to complete a task in a quick and efficient way – it makes the work less stressful. anyone can appreciate a good tip – the unexpected kind that really changes your life. like a recipe to an easy meal which always shows up on time, when the seasonings are ever so faithful to the script. to such a delight is this! we often consider these tips ‘life hacks’ because we’re pulling the strings towards a shortcut to the access point.

however, it becomes clear over time, that a lot work doesn’t promise a defensible hack. many of the programs we’re involved in – specifically leaves us out of the notion.

haven’t read the instruction manual – yet you have the hard headed ambition to attempt a massive construction? you can expect unsatisfactory outcomes!

there’s something brilliant about ambition and tenacity. when you really want something – you can work *very hard too* and still be left out of any of the shares.

hmm! why is this?

there’s a lot of gray matter in life but there’s also a lot of weasel jargon intended to keep you unaware of the function. the many ways we’ve been lied to by others and ourselves is enough to make you SHOUT!

it should be enough to pressure a closer examination into the intentions of others and ourselves. some of us stand at risk to crafty manipulation engineered by a sugary coat of confirmation bias. we like what we want to hear and not always what will yield better outcomes.

this shouldn’t alienate us into despair, however. you can very well like what you like and also know what to do with that affection. we will always meet someone who knows more than us // has experienced more in a particular field // and may be in a better position to answer similar concerns.

*pandemic, pandemic!* but while you are freaking out – notice how everyone wants you to BUY everything! why? cuz they want you to believe you’re doomed. fear is sold and packaged daily by media news outlets because it incentives engagement. this is the kind of engagement that only uses RED LETTERING AND CAPITAL CONCERN. YOU SHOULD WORRY AND ACCEPT IT’S INSANE RIGHT NOW!

when someone says it’s going to get worst before it gets better – what they really mean is to brace for impact. however, you can do something to buffer the cut. once aware – you can’t unsee the impending transition of passing reality. we must act now but to what end – will this act, react to the invisible things? viruses after all are unseen and the cases vary but in a case like the coronavirus (CO-VOID19) is very new and vapidly spreading.

some are more at risk than others but what we do know is the gradual acceleration into tactic propaganda, is at war with factual and reasonable solutions we have at our fingertips. (and hands – wash them please!) we’re all in this together, thus we’re responsible to one another. there’s an essential reframing of the responses we can adhere to.

if anything this does show us how the focus has shifted blame from actual and structural causes such as (industrialized farming and livestock production) to delayed emergency planning.

there’s coming a day and it is this very day and time,
where the TRUMPet blow circus tunes. *the price is right!* according to the insurance companies who prefer to negotiate the price in a expensive rapacious like way. these corporations have purchased the favor from democrats and republicans. the two party system grants illusion of choice. etc etc.

it would be a sight to witness the eviscerating consequence of lessons unlearned. as it turns out – if you don’t apply reason to where you lacked it, the result remains inert. if one was to claim to have truly learned something – a pop quiz of responsibility seems to always find its way to the corridor of their life experience. it’s not about IF it comes but when it does in fact come – how will you deal with it THIS time?

“Whose going to go to the prison or the courthouse after the replication has been made? – after the mirror has been polished from dusty to jade. over and over, the lines are not fully played!”

The Signature of Millaca to Salvanix

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“The Words Of My Burden, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Relief.”

Milllaca wrote this signature every day, in hope that Salvanix would read the letters of his heart. he knew he never could write in vain, for these were words too powerful to disqualify. everyday he wrote that these troubles would run very fast to the relief of a situation. he felt that Salvanix, the lady & love of his life – could never understand the true emotions his burden.

Milllaca understood his troubles could never run faster than the relief of Salvanix. therefore, he wrote to her every day the letters of his compassion and she answered them in coy smiles.

wearing fitted suits every day – Milllaca & Salvanix did this – only in public, to display their fixed attitudes on the moving galaxies around them.

Salvanix often questioned why he did things so, Milllaca always argued back and said this was just his “flow”.

living in a serene compartment to avoid the weight of the outside associations, they kept themselves schooled in acknowledging – every speaking solitude. Milllaca tightly cuffed himself within the links of his fashion.

while Salvanix fastened herself in the loose possibilities for more freedom.

however, there came a time when the perfection of each profession became far too controlled. when the time came to move from the confides of peace, the both of them moved to the wild islands of the open future ahead of them.

the colors of this island reminded them of where they both started the existence of themselves. it was something about the bright colors of the butterfly wings which carried the significance to each of them.

the rocks on this island felt more real than it did before, and Milllaca felt he would never return to the compartment of confinement again.

here he was truly free and felt comfort in his clothes being loose on his body. the freedom of the “fit” proved successful, as he could fly with Salvanix without restraint. the ropes of hesitation always flew against the wall of Salvanix’s certainty. he knew deep inside she had to fly, but flying with him would still never catch up to her relief.

Salvanix cried every night because Milllaca could never escape the signature she thought was written on the tables of confinement. as the trees listened to her tears, Milllaca became very apprehensive in the way Salvanix read his emotion. he then wrote after having conversation with the trees a new signature to his beloved Salavanix: The Words Of My Relief, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Burden”.

Salvanix stood very still, in the silence of emotions, and looked up with intensifying realizations into Milllaca’s dark brown eyes. Milllaca knew what was required and it was unequivocally more than a signature.

remembering the fitted allegiance to the control of their galaxies, he fastened his buttons in hope for an indication that he could still exist in confinement. In tightening his cuff links, he felt a scream within the sound of each agreement that he would be leaving the bagginess behind.

Salvanix SCREAMED…”Milllaca the signature requires more than a tight fix. I’ve never disqualified freedom in confinement, but you sometimes chose to live in a way which prohibits freedom.

live inside of me and exercise your words and I will attempt to drink your burden, but you must find a way to DEMONSTRATE to me your desired relief!”

Milllaca felt the hunger in his soul roar for the relief to be shown. he knew the natural urge was correspondent to the clashing chemical reactions in the room.

the button was the body in which the thread brought life and function. the cufflinks in the same manner, were a steadfast reminder of embodied stylized finesse. these buttons and cufflinks were emblematic of freedom fighters and his ancestral history.

to Millaca, these buttons and cuff links held significant meaning as each of them carried a record of recognition. not to mention the variation of color and styles made it an always faithful tool.

Salvanix hoped to discern the meaning behind the multiple curtains drawn. the ropes and walls of certainty both at odds with each other. as, she thought of the colorful islands and memories of the butterflies found. she then gazed upon these memories and removed her frustrations by unbuttoning the inhibitors holding her back.

Millaca and Salvanix both realized the embodied signatures required to bring relief or cause burden was never unable to be solved // they only needed to communicate the will to fly or to stay at bay. words and sentences never needed to catch up, they only needed to be demonstrated by a faithful and most understood signature.

The Banana Conundrum

i got a real problem! one which involves the physical appeal. so many stages of existence – how does one go about consuming it? it’s radioactively yellow. it’s brown. its green. its purple. it’s black. it comes hard but softens in time. as for the potassium? it sits right near 8% daily recommendation!

I t ‘ s – b a n a n a s !

b🍌a🍌n🍌a🍌n🍌s🍌- this fruit can be starchy or sweet. fried (plantins) or baked into bread. the taste of such squish has been a weird conundrum for me lately. bananas do not grow isolated and alone – they are quite the united gang.

 

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imagine a scenario where you buy a group of 8 bananas that are already nearly ripe. suppose you wished to eat one banana a day. well you should really start thinking about eating them all soon. (with not much time to waste) because that’s 8 days of bananas. on Friday you chop one banana into your morning oatmeal and 2 others into a evening smoothie. you now have 5 bananas left over, by Saturday you don’t want any bananas so you don’t eat any. The day goes by and the brown becomes visibly more apparent. Now Sunday is here but you don’t get a chance to eat breakfast because you had to run an errand and was in the mood for Mexican food. 3 days has passed and you suddenly notice: dem suckers are really violet brown! eww. who wants them now? certainly not me!

its a fruit that is often subjected to comedic conjecture due to its phallic nature. it also can act like a phone…i wonder what it’s saying now?

 

when you really breakdown the delirium of bananas – it makes sense as to why they’re so popular. Bananas are curved because they grow towards the sun (it’s called negative geotropism).

it’s unusually appealing – *you have to peal it* in order to access the fruit. the banana is more of a BERRY than a strawBERRY cuz the seeds are inside whereas strawberries are not. bananas are ridiculous for many reasons you may or not have agreed as before mentioned. but how do we deal with the presentation of ill willed friction? people be slipping on what they thought, based on unchecked biases. the confrontation of the breakdown can come as a serious blow. we know how it feels to read but when was the last time someone READ you!?

when someone picked up on the implications that were potentially given. one is led to believe based off the nuances found. it’s crazy that bananas are mostly eaten at breakfast time – but the conundrum can be solved anytime of the day.

bananas are really ridiculous! this much has been established SINCE PEOPLE BEEN SLIPPING ON THEM IN CARTOONS. the parallel i’m aiming to make seems obvious but if you’re still wondering what the conundrum is …

bananas are like autumn – turning from green to brown! but damn, already?

 

 

SYSTEMUMBLES

as evident by my recordings, and videos – i am still seeking to unlock the code of ‘SysteMumbles’. i came up with the term systemumbles to define the occasional stream of the stammering / stuttering way back in 2012. i found it fascinating, how words often got lost in the sauce of my mouth.  I come from a heritage of black people in the south that would often murmur words in between sentences. (anyone that talks to me regularly can vouch for this! hahah ) everybody in the south pretty much got it but being in Sweden at the time – most people around me had no clue what I was saying. hence when I created this concept piece to represent how I felt annoyed and embarrassed by fumbling on words while speaking.

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the original conception of system mumbles, i created back in 2012

SysteMumbles is very well the audible ghost of the stutter. when the mumble in the system begins to crumble; a sadness is painted on the face of shutdown. the desire to achieve understanding (paradise clarity) is begged to be arrived, by words trapped in the mind. they seem unable to reach the mouth unless they trip on another word that was not intended to be spoken. when this happens, in a live setting / there’s not much you can do but correct the misplaced word and breathe accordingly.

“THE TOKENS HAVE ALL FELL OVER INTO A SHALLOW CREEK – AS OUR POCKETS WERE FULL, WE COULD HARDLY SPEAK. BLESSED BE THE STAGGERING MOTIONS OF THE SEA – FOR WOE WAS ME, NO LONGER THEE – FOR WE HAVE FOUND THE KEY!”

i find it hilariously ironic, that this very line is the one i stumbled on. my pockets were not full but i still found myself unable to speak the right word i was looking for.

within the real time equation of public speaking, some words can’t help but get trapped and rearranged. however, most people don’t process and are unaware of systemumbles – it doesn’t make the experience less embarrassing or awkward however. (WHEN YOU LOOK BACK YOU CAN SEE OBVIOUSLY THE INDICATION OF A STUTTERING) WHICH IS OK! We’re HUE_MAN after all and such is a natural thing to occur.

there’s a lot to be said; about those that develop a consistent practice to be the best at what they do. the sagaciousness of the GREATS are what inspire me to give my greatest performance.

“STUDY THE GREATS AND BECOME GREATER.” is what Michael Jackson expressed often. One way the greats attempted to be sharper; is that they watched and recorded themselves nearly every chance they got. Kobe Bryant and Prince both shared a practice i’m sure many belonging to their pedigree embody. they constantly watched themselves while practicing and performing. to be fair, this isn’t unusual in the realm of sports. coaches often want to plan ahead and by seeing the result of a missed move – you know not to miss again the same way.

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We can still GET THERE! maybe the word will jump out as an antonym instead of a cinnamon? i mean synonym! or did I say crunch?- i was going for the munch!

if we dare to orchestrate and recite line/ by / line / before hand what is it, we wish to bring to the table – we may find what serves the will of our decision to speak. So – next time you find yourself fumbling, stumbling, and crumbling – you can blame it on having a bad case of systemumbles!

LIQUID DIGITAL, BAR PHYSICAL

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a pale fluorescent orb came by to administer a LIGHT i never knew i needed. through the compelling illumination of such awareness – darkness had no other choice but to strip itself naked. the foul head of contempt showed up only to be shot down. a resourceful sleep is yet on the way to play with the morning joy of yesterdays pain. i heard a voice through my digital screen screaming “COME THROUGH!!! FOR THE VISIBLE OBCENE HAS BEEN PLAYED BY THE QUEEN  – THEY ONLY WANT MORE OF YOUR ATTENTION!”

am I ever capable of waking up to such meaning? said the confused one. he continued –  “i only see through symbols and projected animations – the world is a farce. clouds come by to confuse the face of elephants and leprechauns. what you wish for me to see, is at battle with what appears to be the arrangement of individualized seas of possibility.”

how could one pressure belief on the infidel? they’re many systems of thought which allow variation of precepts. some of following include: a statement of organized religion/ spiritual practice. a constitutional set of principles. creative art expression. etc, etc. information goes hand in hand with experience and engaged interest. 

what was once contained in large meaningful storage bins are now enclosed in a wide array of ziplock bags. “there’s a lid for every pan. there’s a sock for every rock. there’s a hat for every head.” if our lives are about solving the problems we encounter – we first must be in agreement with the reality of radical presentation. what are the fundamentals and how do we reason with such roots?! 

the paradox for me lies in the great dilemma of ‘ch🌀i ce”. certainly the will to act / perform all seem guided by a pull or is it a push? complex neurological functions in the membrane make for cluttered pathways to resolve. furthermore, when one is made aware of the difficulty another person / group is experiencing, the illusi🌀n of -__ch🌀ice becomes even wider. 

thoughts just be spilling in and out of my mouth. the witness to these thoughts are my ears and they are engineered by the mind. i often catch myself surprised at the flow of such scenarios. the ability to think for oneself and persevere beyond the imposed *LiMaTioNs* can indeed set one free.

LiMaTioNs like the previous systems which feature constitutions, principles, and expression. it’s important to remember that the thoughts which spill from your mind and then into your mouth do not always indicate whether you believe in those thoughts. you could be looking at something in a different manner if the arrangement of such language made sense. SO look out for secure housing otherwise the bed of such important things lie on the floor or unmarked tables.

THEY’RE STILL ZIPLOCK BAGS AND STORAGE BINS!

Which brings me to my next and final thought summarized in 24 letters:

L I Q U I D – D I G I T A L, B A R – P H Y S I C A L

L I Q U I D – flows without inhibition. it can jump corners. reside in cracked halls. seeps into the slithers of concrete and rock. slimy and slick. liquid ain’t gonna let you hold it for too long without saturating any and every surface. 

B A R – solid enough to be held. can fall down without much lost to the composition. Direct enough to tackle any surface. progressive as it is traditional. but the more you squeeze it slips away…both digital and physical are different manifestations of the same process. if we rely too much on one we stand at risk of losing the other.

The bar of the physical runs down the liquid digital…