writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means)
blessings // buttons y'all ~ here is where you can push the buttons of meaning and poetic interpretations of angel & angle windows of insight. peek around, there's a lot to see. (you may discover a key) For me? To sew is bestow! (buttons are like seeds) my aim is to frame THAT name : my sight is to ignite and thus write N2 PARADISE CLARITY. (for what is understanding if not for the s3arch & struggle to get there?)
closed open.
brightly hoping .
while the process is coping.
it’s still gotta be done.
ain’t no sleep until rest awakens the sun.
even when stranded on teary oceans, my eyes promise building notions…
“what did the sea say to the boat?”
“you’ve become a little to holy, now you’re unable to float.”
what is going down is determined by what’s been found around and by the ‘who’ has already been made the clown.
y’all ever met anyone that starts everything with a negation? it’s a tRiP!
it’s always nah, nope, and no with them. “you know eye see your point truly, but i don’t think it’s just that.” i think i know where you’re getting at, but i’d argue : it could be that too but i don’t think it’s JUST that. even if you’re not saying that, it’s also implied that this is the situation. i don’t know where you’re getting at but i am saying no. it ain’t just that. from what you just replied, nah…i’ll say this :
there’s truly a lot to be sad about when you take the tRiP to read and pay attention to the things around you. there’s indeed a tRiP in every day experiences. for the masses of humanity, we are experiencing deep pain via global oppression by capitalism, imperialism, and patriarchy. most of us are too shy to talk about the deep pains we experience in our lives, because for 1) we are socialized to individualize our problems and remain in our own vacuums . 2) being told that we should not burden anyone with our personal misfortunes. 3) Pull yourself up by your own bootstraps and don’t talk about things that make us uncomfortable. However, it is when we take the initiative to be willing to struggle with folks that brings about respect and dignity.
IT’S JUST OUR PAIN!!!
it’s the actual pain that keeps us attentive as to why we are alive. one of my favorite lyrics that often goes through my head is “tears and rain are all the same, the only way to win this game – is to let everybody play and share the ball.” – Lavaux
Not enough pain is being shared and that’s definitely part of the problem. Tripping over various dips on the surface and below. There’s certainly a cause and effect. A relationship exists between the ‘hear’ and ‘there’ and this is ultimately everywhere! looking into the reasons while acknowledging the passing seasons.
dedicated to all the tRiPs and DiPs sent to make us sLiP…
https://tidal.com/playlist/fb015a1c-d031-4c42-bdf7-d9f26abe4328
speaking softly to the village dame
he requested that he be chosen to play her game
odds and perpendicular chances were in his favor
desiring the allure of her symphonic narration
and for the tour of her harmonic salvation
to be met with a qualified or undignified correction
(even if it meant subjection or rejection!)
this was his fate at odds by an uneven gate
broken belonged to the lock, though pigeons remained on top with a wailing gawk
superstitious anomalies affirmed vacant policies
none bearing the condition of a playable rendition
NOT TO MENTION:
this is what perplexed him the most
their sway held in
the everyday of her disarray , eager for aligned scenes
with multi-lingual tongues from the south and to the north of queens
if one could redeem a summary that is a recovery
of time spent, sleeping indifferences would allow transgressions the space to vent
his longing for the belonging of qualified amends
may lend to slanted cut pieces cuffed by enemies instead of friends
returning back to the neighborhood of playmates and athletic ends
meant being denied the sport and the elasticity which guaranteed material bends
the risk of being dismissed became the challenge accepted
as with a chaste and hardened heart, wisdom afforded the incumbent appeal, neglected
“Umm, if you are clocking in, you would need to use the other computer, yeah the one inside … THANK YOU!”don’t say thank you.
say EXCUSE ME or i beg your pardon, or simply F*CK YOU.
because that’s what you mean.
from your posture – to the very attitude that embodies your demeanor.
every trace of your fallen grace is SEEN.
you didn’t have to spell it out to me, Karen.
clearly you missed your morning errands.
that is until i showed up : first in line – to be shouted at with your raging tempered stance.
at first glance : i thought not to ever dare come over your way.
the only thing that prompted me was my usual computer to clock in, satellites within, went thin.
i analyzed in my thoughts whether i should even acknowledge the morning as good
cuz surely whatever i assumed – you calculated onto me as hood!
yes, i had to go there because i’m African!
me dreadlocks are long twisted and thick.
(verifying in you , all the variables for the all the ticks to click!).
meanwhile your fluorescent gaze is steadily amazed at my appearance.
in your mind: it would be better resolved for me, if i was a product on clearance!
a sale that is promised because the FINE LETTERING DECLARED IT EXACTLY THREE NINETY NINE!
did i miss the sign?
or am i deaf and blind?
it wouldn’t matter to you even if i had a disability- for, your inability to transcribe tranquility is at influx with your raging hostility!
& why is this?
because i dared to clock in on the computer next to you that you were not occupying?
you’d think – i’m lying !
but you said ‘THANK YOU’ so loudly – as if i were entrusting you with a gift.
and why would that ever be the case?
this was comparable to a flower being stolen from the soil and put into a ceramic vase.
for nothing else matters : even when the glass shatters into feathered tatters.
you wouldn’t dare to sweep up the pieces of what remains left behind.
preferring rather, to grin kind & (with passive aggressive tenacity) the mere caudacity!
i’m welcomed to my own own envelope party!
yeah! yeah! yeah!
writing letters at the seams
multiple colored dreams
fantasies and a spelled out intention
reading it all out, so that all could be mentioned
tearing open the paper for a surprise
the secret in here to advise ::: the reconciliation is closed
i supposed it was because the bridge could not be crossed
apparel sequencing nonetheless flossed
the steps removed and tossed
anchoring exploitation is the name
‘bossed’ by recurring screens
littered in the eyes of incapable means
when wishing to dethrone the idea of home, my expectations sprint like the legends of rome.
emblematic of an extravagant moonlight affair, my apparel crafted a tailored flair.
dismissing the evidentiary notion. seeking rivers or oceans instead.
as the bed doesn’t lie. the mind can cry opposed to the big picture but verified by in nuance.
seeing what’s caught in between.
but begging for the green to be worn like jeans.
understood are the roles played. they can’t all relay because their actions play a part.
contradictory elements within the genes . bullying the pressure to let go and release the SCREAM.
all over and on and on.
composed in note and pattern
without the visitation of exact correlation or by the planet Saturn!
(this poem / song came to me in a dREaM. i was at my old church, and there were multiple envelops thrown into the air while this song was being sang by the congregation. the dREaM ended by me being toppled over by a woman who sat on me after the last note was harmonized. very colorful indeed but i don’t know what it could mean?) 😂😅🤣
i find it curious, that when folks check in on you, they continue with wonder: “how have you been? what have you been up too? long time no talk too, what’s been happening?” however, those same people can’t / wouldn’t / haven’t – taken anytime to press play to engage in your latest creation.
🤔🧐🤨
if you want the message to relay; indeed all you need to do is press play and LISTEN! (i would really appreciate your feedback / criticisms especially if you make it through the whole thing!
this project was originally released 2 years ago as a written text, featuring 10 chapters with a lot of colorful poetry and allegory. i’ve done the difficult arrangement of writing, editing, and recording it all. There’s no ‘physical’ copy of this book yet because i really want folks to listen as opposed to flipping through the pages and missing something.
Typos notwithstanding, there’s a message! May you get through! Whether through the Angel (😇) or Angle (📐)
Blessings and thank you for everyone that has taken the time! This was done at no cost to you, but if you wish to give a love token and donation :
Cashapp : $gesturegreen
paypal: paradiseclarity@gmail.com
Zelle: jesterants@gmail.com
Today : is a day of mourning. with the falling rain & ongoing pain…indeed today is one of deep lamentation. if you’re wondering why, there’s a creeping sadness around this season? may it better recognized one reason for this is : the capitalist nature of this holiday.
while the mass media and all of their related pundits aim to reframe today as one of celebration and giving of thanks. amidst the football, cake and pie stuffing, turkey and ham feasts, little to no mind is given to the nature of this day.
Instead we’re forced: Football. Advertisements. Black Friday Sales. the message has been sent. encouraging the tenet to pay rent. but there ain’t no money. only waffles without honey. big time flakey, crumbling…steadily shaky.
one may vaguely point to the native and indigenous peoples; but little depth or investigation is made to their history and what efforts have been made to undermine them and their relentless struggle in gaining their land back!
I AM CONVINCED : not enough pain has been shared amongst the masses of those in ‘ameriKKKa’ / Canada / and all occupied and colonized lands…we’re only left to focus on the remnants of what remained. THIS IS THE CANARY EFFECT.
Not a day of thanksgiving but THANKS-TAKING of LAND, RESOURCES & LABOR which were all stolen, revised, and redirected for the purposes of capitalist exploitation and hegemonic dominance.
WATCH THE DOCUMENTARY HERE:
Wait (Weigh) The Minute! TyPo Or FaiTh (Fate)? IS OUT NOW FOR YOUR LISTENING PLEASURE!
This Audio book is the first of which i’ve ever done and the LONGEST project I created , running in at 2 hours and 12 minutes and 40 seconds! it makes sense it would be about the length of a feature film! this is also a project i’ve been working on for the last 5 years. My first book (Paradise Clarity) is a poetry opus of 460 pages conceptualizing the framework behind my writing since 2013.
Whereas, this book is a recorded notion of my past, present, and future. It speaks to the awareness that comes with being balanced about the things that happen to us on in our journey through life.
This book has 3 narrations : First of which is narrated by Balaam’s Don_Key found the scripture in Numbers Chapter 22 wherein Balaam is stopped in his tracks after his donkey ‘BRINGS HIM TO HIS ATTENTION ON WHERE HE IS GOING. ESSENTIALLY, HIS DONKEY MADE A TYPO* OF HIS USUAL FATE. Secondly, it loosely follows the life of Tomson who grew up in a Pentecostal Holiness Church of God in Christ. Much of which is my personal story (alongside with many who’ve had similar experience with the church.) Lastly, this is an audio search, which attempts to explain the reactions of such dispositions of both the Angle and Angel!
May you enjoy and listen in your own time!
TABLE CONTENTS (LIST OF CHAPTERS) : 00:29-01:24
INTRODUCTIONS: ANGLES, ANGELS, & THE DON_KEY -: 01:25-04:19
ASLEEP // ALARM: 4:20 – 8:25
(CHAPTER 1: OVER HERE? AIN’T OVER THERE!) : 8:26-18:01
(CHAPTER 2: DIFFERENT LENS, DIFFERENT PENS) : 18:03-24:20
(CHAPTER 3: WORLDS WITHIN THE WORLD) : 24:21-38:03
(CHAPTER 4: TELL HIM YES!) : 38:04-50:35
(CHAPTER 5: TRANSITION OF TRADITION): 50:37-1:09:35
(CHAPTER 6: CONGREGATIONAL SONG? ALL
TOGETHER NOW!) : 1:09:37-1:16:08
(CHAPTER 7: TITHES AND OBLIGATIONS) : 1:16:09-1:26:18
(CHAPTER 8: THE BIBLE BELT) : 1:26:20-1:33:30
(CHAPTER 9: TRIPPING ON YOUR TRIP?!) 1:33:31-1:42:58
(CHAPTER 10: ISG_DON_KEYKONG?) 1:43:44-2:06:25
(Acknowledgements & Gratitude) 2:06:26-2:07:40
(INNERVIEW: Writer // Released) 2:07:41-2:12:25
when eye look at the the full moon tonight, I’m reminded how my life was changed this day 7 years ago at Paisley Park. i’ll never forget that conversation and feeling. it was spiritual, all aglow, and all encompassing : much how the moon has 8 phases, various stages in between.
This was a night of correction _ a reminder of where I was standing.
i’ve never seen myself as much of a ‘fan’ but appreciator and admirer of his music. it was very clear i admired and some may say even ‘ADORED’ Prince’s music. (Shoutout to The One!) ❤
I downloaded /purchased all of his (and related) albums and remembered all the lyrics! the music just connected with me. it’s like Prince knew how to ensure all the instruments including silence, we’re always so clear to hear and feel. to this day, truly i am moved. something about that Purple Music!
it was this night where i gave a private tour of paisley park alongside with TrevorGuy to journalists from Europe (pictured above) it was also announced to me for the first time that, Prince would be doing a solo Piano and Microphone Tour all across Europe in 3 weeks!
Alongside with MonoNeon (Bass Guitar) Donna Grantis (Guitarist) , Adrian Clutchfield (Sax & ewi) , and Kirk Johnson (Drums). As for my position? I‘d be working the teleprompter! he assigned me this position because he had watched my videos and was aware of my knowledge of his music and aware that i could keep up with his sudden musical transitions.
this was all so unbelievable to accept. And while this ultimately did not occur due to Ticket Scalping, and him deciding to have the first show at Paisley Park – the mere invitation was enough to transfix my anticipation.
amidst my glory and elation : it was reminded to me by Prince himself _ “You are in this position because you carry a light, you needn’t be shocked; you are here because you belong here!” i had smack myself out the fog of disbelief – it’s like nah man, take another look of what you have and USE IT! You don’t need to be surprised, just go with a smile and do the work!
Share your light and don’t hide it – ‘LIVE OUT LOUD‘ was after all the first song that I received from him in an email. it all became clear to me and my figuring out became glorified, it was like I had seen and walked into the light. Only after being guided by a mentor and oracle. I remember smiling and holding onto this revelation because it was that exact affirmation that encouraged me to continue with my soon to be released project ‘Characters In The Wind‘ which was going to be in New Zealand of that next year in 2016.
It all came at once, much like this memory. I’ve just returned from seeing Metallica in Hollywood, Florida! I’ve been listening to Metallica for about a year now and this being my 3rd show of theirs : it was an amazing experience. Much of it reminded me of how it was like being in the Prince community however this scene is totally different! Ha! They’ve been around for over 40 years and the sound just hits you. Especially when you peep into the different changes they’ve experienced throughout their career. The show I attended was for the ‘Trues’ as it was only songs played from their first two albums on the MegaForce label : ‘Kill Em’ All & Ride The Lightning’.
It was a special experience and I got to share it with my dearest friend, comrade, and sing-out loud to bad songs homie: jamilah! it was a electrifying night with vibrational intensity. From the conviction in Lars Ulrich drum playing, to the emblazoned passion in Kirk Hammett’s guitar playing. Matched with the throbbing resolution of Rob Trujillo’s bass guitar playing, harmonized with James Hetfield’s rhythmic guitar swagger – they bring something signature and sincere.
Experiencing music is all about connecting to the thing which can’t always be explained. It causes you to re-evaluate where you stand in the great congregation of life. All Together Now! (more or on that later in the Upcoming audio book!)
Everyone on this planet has value and importance. Don’t let this backwards system of Capitalism convince you otherwise ! they are constantly feeding us lies all based in individual and backwards ideology that serves only the interests of empire. We can and should work together, how else can we build if we are stuck in our own individual vacuums struggling in silence?
to hell with that! Realize you are a social being. you are breathing air. you desire community! all of us do. even introverts who prefer the company of themselves, still understand the necessity of contact with the other. it can’t be just you. it’s not just you. it’s never just one person.
Connecting with all of the forces that join in harmony is what this struggle is about. It’s not going to be easy because correction is hard to swallow for a lot of folks. Why? Because of liberalism. For those who do not know what Liberalism is a great text on this is by Mao Tse-Tung : in Combat Liberalism he writes:
“To let things slide for the sake of peace and friendship when a person has clearly gone wrong, and refrain from principled argument because he is an old acquaintance, a fellow townsman, a schoolmate, a close friend, a loved one, an old colleague or old subordinate. Or to touch on the matter lightly instead of going into it thoroughly, so as to keep on good terms. The result is that both the organization and the individual are harmed. This is one type of liberalism.”
THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE TO FIGHT EVERY DAY! Because we are all trained and socialized to be liberal on maters. Conflict avoidant. “I don’t talk about X Y Z” All of these avoidances are a result of how the system of capitalism trains us to silence ourselves when we are confronted with truth. We have to fight against that and struggle for a better world.
ALL of that to say : looking at the Full Moon reminded me of some of these notions to also weigh the minutes that have been counted before me! It has been written and said. I’m basking in the glow, the fullness that is to know.
all i’m saying is : a lot is about to change! (👛⛅️🛣️)
WAIT (W3IGH) THE – MINTUTE! TYPO OR FAITH (FAT3)? COMING SOON!
dammit i’m mad! (read it backwards) 😂 but still excitingly glad to report much progress is being made on my upcoming audio book ‘WAIT / WEIGHT THE MINUTE ! TyPo Or fAiTh/ FATE ? as it turns out recording chapters of your own words is more challenging than one would imagine. all of lines changing and times rearranging rhymes. this project is both spiritual and mathematical thus various contradictions appear. (here and near) transitions // tradition
sinister // minister
last days // last daze!
But through the work, many correlations are nonetheless teachable moments. It’s all aligned // It’s not so Bad but then again it is not just BAD but BBBBBBBAAAAAAADDDDDDD!
YOSOGO: May you enjoy the different variations of BAD with this playlist!
TIDAL LINK:
https://tidal.com/playlist/13ab8a12-80b3-4e89-b11d-5af6e6e30083
2. WHY DOES IT HURT SO BAD? – Whitney Houston // Back to feeling Sad, thought I let it go, why does it hurt me so?
3. BAD REPUTATION – Donna Summer // Always think twice! Don’t throw your love away and get into public arguments and reactionary interactions. Your reputation can’t be brought or sold but higher to this point ::: Trust your Instinct and LISTEN!
4. BAD BAD NEWS – Leon Bridges // Everything about this is smooth and lifting. The power of transitory style and grace when people get in your face. Bad bad news? nah, I’m about to turn it n2 a good thing.
5. YOU’VE GOT IT BAD – Stevie Wonder // This song is a trip. included with this song is : the flight, destination, and passing duties to ensure you a safe land. The view is ‘O’ so marvelous, so good the bad becomes good. She’s so bad, it’s good!
6. BAD – Michael Jackson // I’m Bad!! you know it AND THE WHOLE WORLD HAS TO ANSWER RIGHT NOW TO TELL YOU ONCE AGAIN : I’m So bad, I’m Smooth!!!
7. AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM – Beyonce // Beyonce sampled this song from Kilo Ali’s song (America Has A Problem (Cocaine) She changes the meaning and says : well the problem is actually her cuz she’s ‘Bad’.
“20, 40, 80, out the trap, hit it with the rap
Put it on the map, then we right back
Call me when you wanna get high, high, high, high
Tony Montana with them racks
Ivy P on my bag, double G’s on the dash
I’m bad, I’m bad
Tell me when you wanna get high, high, high, highBoy, you can’t get higher than this
No
‘Cause love don’t get no higher than this
No, no”
Now one can for sure criticize this song for its hyper glamorization of why she’s ‘Bad’. Exploitation is definitely in the bag not just birkins and teflar bags. you can’t get racks and billions without taking from those that do the labor to make that possible. That’s the fundamental contradiction in this song, America Does Have A Problem and that’s capitalism and the violence that is required in order to sustain its existence. So how about we get ‘high’ on political education and organization that gives us the focus to change the material realities around us. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
we are living in a CRUMB SOCIETY, numb to sobriety but constantly fed with intoxicated waste renewing the insatiable taste.
skyscrapers in the city, with flashing lights and parking entrances lit pretty.
surrounded by security brick walled fences, spyware and firewalls for instance: while surveillance is factored in, just like a factory setting comes programmed from within.
production is on the line, labor exploitation becomes the pantomimed.
puppets and strings, relationships or flings?
like CRUMBS, falling from the bite of the cookie, mere CRUMBS.
that’s what we are offered.
ALSO BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT US TO SEARCH FOR.
WHO IS “THEY’? = They are the capitalist and corporate ruling class; the same ones doing all the stealing, and the wheeling of propaganda to keep you confused and pledged to their will. it’s a diabolical and violent ill, because they give us the snack crumble, while they keep the whole pie! AS if they could provide you a valid reason why?
HERE IS ONE : WE ARE GIVEN THE CRUMBS: JUST ENOUGH TO INDICATE THAT SOMETHING WAS EATEN AND LEFT OVER ON OUR FACE.
OR WHICHEVER PLACE. BUT THAT SOMETHING DOESN’T MEASURE TO EXACTLY HOW MUCH WE ACTUALLY ATE.
you know how crumbs are left forgotten on your chin, when talking to a stranger and no friend?
when ain’t nobody tell you, those CRUMBS were left at the corner of your mouth’s turn?
those CRUMBS have spoken for a desire to LEARN.
they were left elsewhere, found on your shirt.
just like dirt, hidden in between all of your forgotten nooks and crannies, some of y’all : even got crumbs in your panties!
yikes : the cross contamination & intersected damnation, at a location not too FAR from your teeth biting into this struggle BAR.
quite soon it’ll melt & stain! wouldn’t that be a shame ?
but it ain’t just you, we all belong to this CRUMB SOCIETY.
handkerchiefs, napkins, and tissues, come to the rescue in remedy of this issue!
whether jelly, spaghetti, or sugar confetti.
or like a photo seen on GETTY!
Why wait to be ready?
to acknowledge and do something about these CRUMBS : in the suburbs or slums, we are the sums of intentional wage theft.
but with ongoing Political Education and Organization, all of their CRUMBS will exit, stage left!
In episode five of : How To Sew A Button – We’re back to the 2 hole button! I did less talking in this one with instead captioned instructions. At the end of the video I also add a short poem alongside with transitionary phrases of outfits.
“Meet me in a space where there is no time
somewhere you can lace, where there is no rhyme
find me in a place where there is no grace
in a space where there is no taste
look into me
and tell me what you really see?
is it me?
or is it the tree?
or is it button therapy?!“
you can also keep up with the series here : https://bit.ly/3CfBGlX
This poem is a four message poem, listen with the intent to get through. you may need to listen /read it slowly. you may need to listen to it 3 times. it’s poetry but it does make sense if your rhyme is aligned, blessings!
shining brightly, electrifying me to the frame of your name.
bursting from the seams : with explosive ultralight beams, you buzz me intoxicatingly, into your illuminations.
charcoal stained stations overflow the crevices of my every location.
passcodes bypassed.
firewalls lambast.
space and time.
place and mind.
who knows what can be, framed as Illuminati?
this is for the superstars forgotten near and afar : performing with microphones dripped in ice – costumes sparkling nice, right before the cocktail’s crow thrice.
now already invalidated, the trash bags have been consolidated.
saving up the space for more waste!
helping them to share the light in front of the sleeping face.
by lifting their weight and carrying their excess stone.
when dreams seek for a familiar place to roam.
as the bee parades the succulent nectar, so should we become the adjacent collector.
storing what is gained, from the flower and the tree & then releasing it via truth to power {dialectically}.
right as you heard the BOOM – i aligned my chakras in tune with the new moon.
hoping to be at the right place, just in time for lines to trace, me right back to the bass, that’s been plucked.
a funk note so obtuse, it commanded your body on the 2 & 4 to get loose!
there you went; wishing to be seen glistening like the sheer blue sky, clouds accenting the pallets, gloriously from on high.
like water for chocolate but instead chocolate for oat milk.
may your stream be smooth like silk.
it is both from : the emergence of the wise and the not knowing; that the ever glowing, pages will assert themselves done, just as the sun rises with no refusal of anyone.
ticking by a designated appointment time. each second steadily & frantically reducing : energy’s most reusable prime.
engaging negative and positive forces have now lit up the walls.
while, coloring the ghetto stalls.
like a historic landscape scribbled with graffiti in a gentrified neighborhood, or the house-less person whose intentions are immediately not seen as good.
We are advised by the penciled post it note, flowing from the river with political education as our boat : chewing profusely so that indigenous land back knowledge is smoothly passed down our throat.
this can appear as a pacifying tragedy of events, if the role in playwright, would pay in dollars but not in sense!
interrupted by auditory shatters while the glass falls, it matters as it scatters like an unexpected capitalist exploitive bill torn to tatters.
if you’re asking about the chatter, take another squeeze cuz’ it’s sho nuff a lil’ fatter!
when preparation met opportunity – the bee fluently : found it all to be amazing…
AH : MAZE.
a daze of circular buzzing thought.
ranging from what you ought
and what they sought,
in the search of becoming more clear:
the staging of such ‘arrivals’ means planning.
organizing.
scheduling.
ahead of time.
ha, a head of time!
one has to imagine, what this head is thinking and if it intends to be drinking?
as the springs of capture can lead to the effervescent rapture.
in the blink of an eye, all that was soon to be had became land, air, and sea.
miseries and reveries all around me, up until buzzed in the ear which answered the call to not fear.
ILLUMINATI BOOM BOMB BEE awakening me to remain clever, to stay forward : backwards never! throughout any endeavor!
= BEE BOMB BOOM ILLUMINATI – who knew that the 🐝 could 💣 causing a 💥 , allowing the space for explosive💡illumination?
is it the enemy or the inner me?
the voice outside which chides my pride !
yet : the thunder and tide reside within my subconscious and it is there / where i spin.
sensations breaking down as ‘sin stations’
locations wherein the wrong, is corrected by a meditative song
uncontrolled by the thoughts which leave and awake
many unresolved cookies going unbaked
but what does that mean for the batter ?
constantly flowing with chatter and fuss.
a matter of the people or an individualized us?
this is of correspondence: appealing onto the skin but also the thing which rings within – by exposing slices of infinity
we are then able to locate the vicinity of divinity.
and if my heart had hands ? they’re lifted!
but if my eyes had arms? they’ve already sifted
_ through all the jargon that liberal stems wish i’d pardon
however i’m much too stained : with every fragrance of their name.
to every disdain, i refuse to remain in the boat rolling afloat, to the stream of capitalist and imperialist psychological warfare !
whichever our affair, we must still prepare forward with an objective – sure to win! this is to no end as both, the enemy and inner me – can be observed and become silently unnerved.
to the enemy or inner me : one must be equanimous observing so that we don’t react : for the universal act is ‘The Law of Impermanence’ everything is constantly changing (by rising and passing away) & with this sentiment remaining true, may we step forward by examining our vibrations casting away the old and new, holding onto only the present ‘you’.
UNIFORMLY RaNdOmLy in S3arch of Paradise Clarity : THE PHOTOSHOOT! this gives me an opportunity to not say so much (save the captions!) now the photos will do the talking! As shot by Danny L’amour Studios! This is our 3rd photoshoot together (a charm it was) especially after 7 years since the first time we took photos which I used for my poetry album ‘August Feels Like Wednesday‘ in 2015.
Shoutout to Danny, for being such an incredible photographer who KNOWS what to bring out in a photo session. She made me calm and realize the objective I had, could be realized and experienced. This provided a ‘KNEW’ introduction of sorts to who I am and where I am going.
‘WAIT A MINUTE! TyPo Or FaiTh?’ has been in production for a while (released briefly in the fall of 2020 only now to be re-introduced with added context and audio book) It taking full form upon me JUMPING BACK INTO THE FIRE! (Da Souf!) With gas prices going up and with the thick boot of capitalism against our necks? We have no other choice but to organize (within a revolutionary organization) to combat these forces against the advancement of humanity.
These ‘Ism’s’ exist to continue the myth that we’re unable to do anything. However, we can radicalize our ideas about the structure of society and inform ourselves via a historical analysis. We can’t do it alone y’all!! here’s to adhering to a unified mission to fight for our lives!
Part 1: BUTTONS : buttons are blessings and they are like the passengers but instead of ‘gas’ all you need to ‘pass’ is a needle (a vehicle / medium) containing the energy to sustain. needle, thread, and a ‘knot’ is all it takes for the button to remain.
Part 2: THREADS : Kaleidoscopic. All Colors! Rainbow. Pan. Across. Energy which can’t be contained Like blood it must flow, otherwise it will pile up and clout. And we all know what that’s about! (it ain’t good) Thus: it must Flow… in this i know!
Part 3: SYMBOLS : Clear in its meaning and shape. Connecting with relatable interpretation drape. Blank space. Open. Vast. willing to outlast to engage and lambaste.
ONE UNITED SOCIALIST AFRICA!
i have a reply but i’m unable to share it
i got a word but i’m thinking you’re unable to bear it!
that’s to say ; this word can climb trees :
this word will get you to confess on your knees !
like a fox searches for prey
I’m traveling by stealthy feet
hoping my capture will widen and greet
all of the variations of foods supply, are written true & tasty in my mind’s eye!
i dare not hide the notion that exceeds your ocean !!!
rocking and waving, for all the discs playing (in stereo) by the love we’re saving.
arriving at a point to say, SCREAM, & rElAy!
it’s to no dismay : even with a sad & hardened heart, the response of the shadows, honor light at the first start
even when the ‘aims’ do not fully chart…
🤔😕🧐😟😐🤨
popping tums
for my stomach ‘ummm’s’
pausing where the growls meet a pregnant wonder
so that my thoughts might strike like thunder
and the meaning to believe: reaches you : so
that you are rescued from drowning under
my heart is beating all at once
trying to discover why the race has slurred
my visions blurred
i wanna know
i’m trying
gas is expensive, so like the squirrel i’m flying
from the sacred antediluvian tree, to the smell of tropical fruits and smoked brie
as we walk on native indigenous lands,may our wills be set to struggle and UNDERSTAND!
i’m just remembering to write down what i’m assigned // aligned to do. dedication to the pen is a thrill oftentimes neglected. we don’t even give much time to everything we’ve done. while looking back at the things i’ve done, i still remain in jubilation at the many spaces made to continue advancing a better world.
whatever that looks like for my history. where the future resides. how i’ve come / coming / came to the terms of the spiritual world and the deep dividing of who is what & where meets there at the crossroads…
it’s so many thoughts i have to get through. most of which i’ve only began to scratch. i am committed to redeeming these notions because it’s where i’m found. my heart is breathing steadily and it making me an outlier.
a present alien to foreign ground. it’s my awakening. the beast and flower passing into a truthful power. being strong in disagreeing. the seeing and the flowers of believing. i’ve done many things and now is a time for organizing of every material reality. so that i can see! i’m ready to jump in the 🔥FIRE🔥 and ignite the wire while being fit with a deserving attire.
Moon and Sun : resourceful and remorseful is the cry when requirements have been unreached. making a speech to the pupils who are soon capable to teach. yet, always remaining a student and in study of the rule, whereby change constantly occurs. uncovering this answer with jotted lines of smooth but rough stirs.
the pencil is a treasured friend. in it – I can erase with pace the mistakes that are to surely take place. + an ASMR luxury, with mechanical ease, the pencil also sharpens the ears with a delicate breeze. unlike the pen or permanent sharpie : one does not have to outdo the lines with scribble (though the dribble can be one of an honorable threaded typo) leading us into the fate of a pristine date!!! (ain’t that gr8?)
extension……to be acknowledged in the silence. a retreat festering deep. my soul seeking to be at a place of ‘SEEING THINGS AS THEY ARE’ weighing it all. transforming. honing into the knew me. harmonizing the conscious and unconscious.
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!
*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!
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
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!
This is a story about Typos and hypotheticals. FIRSTLY: As told through the medium of the ‘Don_Key’ as spoken about in Numbers 22:21-38 when Balaam’s faithful friend was stopped in the way due to the Angel of The Lord. SECONDLY: This is a story based on true events but with remixed names and places. THIRDLY: it is also spoken through the political angle, which when in harmony with the angel of awareness, brings about revolutionary awakening and love.
Thus, this story is a 3-level narration. An adventure encouraging the listener to weigh each minute and to ponder on the material reality around us. The witness of the spirit must be in reliance with the science, the contradiction in life is to know the internal things or the things that are within are just are relevant as the tangible things or the things written on our skin.
instead, humanity at large has been jailed into systematic revisionism and applause is given for a lack of critical thinking and reading from primary sources. hijacked is the reason to believe without challenging the dialectical and material reality to the NOUNS around you. everything is alert and making a sound. One can be asleep but there’s surely an alarm!
shoutout to Jagrati and Gramercy!
to not hear it and still steadily sleep or much more to DREAM but to not write it down. recognizes many challenges. the record makes true how the spirit speaks through you. waiting and weighing the moments and figuring out which streets lead to destinies not prepared for. immediately and with urgency one is left to FIGURE OUT WHERE THEY ARE GOING. WHY WERE THEY STOPPED. WHEN THE PATTERN CHANGES AND WHEN IT IS FOLLOWING AN ‘END’ Herein We may Begin….
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!
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.
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 !
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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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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!
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!
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!
“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
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...
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!
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!
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
years,
months,
weeks,
days ,
minutes,
hours,
seconds,
all moving towards ‘seven‘
but
missing the goal post of ‘ heaven ‘
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 towards ‘seven‘
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?
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 