I.I.Y.F. CUZ’ I.A.O.T.P.I.I.Y.P. CUZ’ Y.G.I.O.Y.F.

IT’S IN YOUR FACE CUZ’ IT’S ALL OVER THE PLACE

it’s going but it’s coming right through me
piercing: like a damned paper cut
lemon twist and a salty nut
desecrate my pain on the inside
overflowing with thoughts, exposing what ought if bought by pride
it ain’t nothing but a thing
but also a breast, leg, thigh, & a chicken wing
the odorless will to create
has found its mate by slipping away
all day
traveling but by a nameless guidance reverting
relying on an obscurity bent, found flirting
how can we determine whether this is true?
my attempt at writing it out : is to find: the second, third, or replicated hue.

“occult – outside religion and science: astrology, mysticism, magic, extra-sensory perception, paranormal activities.”

what does it mean, if it ain’t clear, my dear?

i don’t understand? it doesn’t land! did you mean to use that ‘word’ or am i to assume a duplicitous scene? is the grass green or are you intentionally making it ObScEnE? is it supposed to – sound like a train? or more of a melodic morning rain?

tears do not always revere what has been taken away from me. crying from the inside, to embarrassingly : figure out what’s left to be done, as the sun shines while my shadow was out on a part-time run.

crushed like a pillar on the eve of mountain, pennies wishing into eros fountain. as rivers are depleted, spirits ascend and request: that i be seated, but instead my sadness is repeated.

what’s really standing out in the front?

“you can’t see the forest, for the trees especially if you’re asking on your knees! demand and reprimand as to affirm the line! you ain’t gotta hold it ALL in your mind: may your lip bring the florescent drip so that they ain’t caught like a banana and quickly slip!”

for though it rains heavy, my clothes were not ready. especially them shoes, they got it the worst. but it was my backpack that learned the lesson first. a whirlwind and unexpected mass soak up. it’s like my clothes were begging to be washed and made clean. even as the water did not redeem, or so it would seem?

(If only I could) DREAM YOUR THEME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But,

IT’S IN YOUR PLACE, CUZ’ YOU GOT IT ON YOUR FACE!

(video coming soon!)

BALL OR SHRED?

caring wears a visible garment. love being an action word, that means it is most realized when in motion / demonstration. ideas set in mind only, ain’t got nothing on the tangible material. reality responds to a set of conditions which dictate the frame and name of any particular phenomena.

the all seeing eye
does not spy
but it does try

figuring out what set you off into this abyss
a clown’s kiss regarded as a pleasurable mischief

entering into crowns & tiara’s glory should mean a head being chopped off – cuz’ that’s a class struggle story.

like a cat tickling the glass
lofty bushes will fall, & when this inevitably comes to pass:
will you go to the party or a parade in the green grass?

as you left the party, that was throwing confetti
by breaking away first, as if to start but you still ain’t ready

darn the surprise and damn those eavesdropping eyes
melodic boom bombs ministered to me in psalms

with every page i was radiated by their finesse
their soliloquy fully weighted with a thin press
could it be either their style? or delicate galloped mile?

everywhere they went? my change quickly spent!
(as in) easily transformed with focused attention to their scent, while unselfishly paying rent

a smile wide as the moon
frown as arduous as using a fork instead of a spoon
making the differences difficult to reconcile

feeling impatient while waiting in line:

“can i get 10 breakfast platters, with extra biscuits and honey?” said the mf in front of me at the fast food joint, they probably didn’t order that much but the wait proved a ridiculous point.

should i ball or shred?

CALENDAR VOCATION

the metrics upon my thoughts
land
in a planned dream
you appeared in a multicolored dress
i confess: it was tempting when you came my way
in the midnight gray
when you suspected my thoughts were distant
reminded of our touch
which subconsciously i missed very much
even as long ago weeps for a much desired sleep
action is misplaced on the table of distant seas
waters placing us a part
while the heart attempts to start
my standing still wishes for you to move near
to alarm my every symphony so that my vision can hear
the word spoken back then, i still understood
when we lived in the same neighborhood
i neglected the requested chance
i was too nervous to dance
embarrassed by your movements and step
i kept all my rhythm enclosed
until the water flowed to the seeds, i then arose froze
but dripping to the splendid occasion
wherein this invasion became translucent
(upon the metrics of these same thoughts : this summary of a melodic swoon
my fullness was regarded as the moon
walking like mj backwards to the stolen tune
yet we sang with fascination, admiration
& rightful sensation! (memories restores faith and hope; the contradiction in this is that : memories needn’t be rushed to be created.)

FrFr : AbSuRd!

Acknowledge the space around you and LOOK at those FACES, in public SPACES!
Let your EYES : REALIZE, the activity of your surroundings!
Notice the detail, and take sight at the array of any possible dismay
Pay attention to what’s happening!

Get out the way (or stand in the way) of a flammable aggression
Put pride in your steps and alert yourself to the upcoming succession!
Be a student to the way of the odd smirk!
AgAin : set your feelings aside & commit to doing the work!

Can’t you hear them :beating those tambourines DOWN? it’s all AROUND!
Trembling SOULS flustered but they still sound like prayerful mediation Tibetan BOWLS
all of the while they are harmonizing between their FLUTES & anointed BOOTS !
attempting to make a WiLd SCENE cuz the GREEN stays OBSCENE !

(You’d think i’m being MEAN!)

it’s starting to look frfr aBsUrD : the performance is the DRIP that was once a SLIP N2 the action that gave it all the LIP. it’s a TRIP! Now y’all probably gonna be exhausting trying to connect all the RHYMES and TIMES you once heard, how you could fly or float. irrespective of the algorithmic ILLUSION or the perplexing CONFUSIONS parroting as GOLD. It’s all still SHINNY & WHINNY due to all the lies that are TOLD. I AM MISSING MY MAKEUP! A face that needs to ‘BEAT-IT’ like Yum on the STREETS. Consider me in HEAT as i show up as the GOO to the end of your SHOE. SURPRISE Mother fuc****! i’m the GUM that returns your face twisted, in sight, & NUMB. Because they decided to spot you; by artificial and AI sequenced WIRE. burning by FIRE hot as NERVOUSNESS is at your SERVICE. SENSITIVE cuz this is a FESTIVE ITCH. Like a Content WITCH on a broom stick. like the CLOCK contradicting the TICK TOCK. but yet? scrolling ENDLESSLY. You care not to take IT ALL IN? To fizzle out and SPIN. because you’ve been curated to a menu of potential ENDS. being hosted by superfluous FRIENDS . You hAve laughed yourself WELL! So, take a SWELL, gallop into the deep dirt ROADS. DON’T YOU feel THOSE poly rhythmic CODES? listen as they are blowing with the mist of the black and white KEYS. now PLEASE: understand this was an intentional long extended word salad, intending to CONVEY what you SHOULD HAVE GUESSED ANYWAY!

“what was once a party is a frivolous CHARADE until a festival PARADE revealed it all to be, an ambiguous MASQUERADE !!!”

RIGHTEOUS SCANDAL

the sigh that lent unspoken words, no one has ever heard. whispered prose which stirred sought to answer the blank space.

Featuring a scandal made righteous:

come here! You righteous scandal, I think you are a bit more to handle!

But I’m willing to catch you, if you stand in the way of getting got.

cuz’ you’re smoking hot _ I rather be denied than to not be given any chance.

to imagine of our sweaty dance – it may be a proven “righteous scandal.”

a candle much too hot, that soon it’ll burning.

melting by the woe of learning.

how can’t eye see? what’s lit up right in front of me.

I have no choice according to the inner doubting voice.

but my eyes clothes with fashionable express, textures and buttons draped with incomparable dress.

a feeling I can’t compare, as your colors endeavor to void the unfair.

if given the opportunity , I’d renew my immunity

to refrain from the masquerade in order for a fair trade N2 a memorial street, even with callused feet – I’ll greet your direction to a formulated and poetic perfection. (even if it meant potential rejection!)

your bounce is far to like jelly. it’s making me realize why eye turn off the telly.

choosing to instead read what lies in between.

as nuance reveals what all of it may mean…

like a multi-colored photo book, my mind is far too curious to NOT look.

those succulent thighs, make me yawn thirst trapping sighs.

natural to my instinct , I can’t help but think into a deep fantasy.

basically? my testimony is a desired ceremony in a transitional rhapsody !

featuring both you and I congregated together in full supply…

PERSONALITY FEAST

embraced by the supplication of your face
your canvas, strokes are embedded with grace
my appetite requests plural and singular taste
fed by the mercies of your wish
your pallet contains variations of flavors to dish
with your laughter being a festive occasion
and that smile stirring all the persuasion
it’s no wonder : i have been summoned
as a timeless recall, at a futuristic dream ball
dancing by the beat of your clairvoyant signature
i hope to be extended as your acceptable visitor
ringing like your heart while singing:
songs draped as sonnets and meaningful conjecture
enough definitions and rhymes that’ll soon lecture…
Not into sleep, but unto passages of paragraphs that’ll keep you kept into the deep
if you’re wondering what all of this may mean? pay attention to my intention to make you scream
as i shout: powers and seasonal flowers that may awaken your planted tree
with rain and gain, until you can clearly see
i’m on a roll, as i measure the graph around your whole
every part of you, wrapped like cellophane on a prestigious gift
my rift is a draft, encouraging you to pass with humor that’ll make you laugh
carrying weight from your outstretched hand
collecting all the specs of sand
holding onto you with a promised note
while floating to your hidden canals with my love boat
consider this a cruise, one in which i heal your every bruise
kissing softly the sprain, so that like a train
you understand how my language is tracked
with luggage already packed
irrespective of the transportation
this narration may become too much, but that’s the danger of surrendering to your touch
while looking to name this piece in honor of your PERSONALITY FEAST
i think of your beauty revealed by prayers of the holiest priest
which is to say : your glory reaches to my inner poetic story
sometimes too long and abstract to be said, but you’re in my spirit like fine wine awakens the dead

(THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO THE NAME OF THE BUTTERY PECAN : MAY IT SERVE YOU AS YOU HAVE SERVED ME! 🧈🦋🌟)

SeasonaL DepressioN

seasonal depression
is in session
the calamity is sizzling in the booth
like a rotten and spoiled tooth
cold to the touch
ailments swollen & such
formation takes a scolding seat
malnourished and empty is the street
past is left open like a twisted rope
barefoot in journey seeking hope
while summoned to the river
naked and exposed, there i stood in a shiver
like the roots planted next to me
engulfed by the wind and tree
before i knew it, i jumped
with my flesh slumped
inside the cold water
an underground battle became a deep slaughter
pierced by the freeze
shaken by blistering leaves
i’ve fallen and only desire sleep
though these waves thrust me deep
and my dreams creep
remnants remain floating at the top
the lighthouse flickers as though it may stop
with the shine on the line
and my mind crossed yet another time
for this reason
i wish this season to be dismissed
as i drown remiss…

Maybe, Shillelagh (Sha:Lay:Lee)

in the backyard of my confusion, lied a remedy buried deep.
Hidden far away, where even the soil keepers have fallen asleep.
locked away as a time capsule, with a sturdy and indifferent axle.
And absurd words tweeted by flightless birds.

one or two from three and nine : a stage to mine.
encrusted with the rust of the earth.
faced with festivals of mirth.
saddled by the passages of my struggle fence.
I stand in court as the devil’s advocate-seeking recompense!
for my living right, avoiding the night, shadows hiding in plain sight!

far back alongside the distant seas!
scented flowers and trees blow with a breeze,
gathering my attention.
not to mention the rhyme slime.
that’s probably already a grind to your ears as an annoying past time.
shooting stars , passing cars : energy misplaced _ fitness gone to waste.
broken on the spine, foundation soon to be base.

but….

maybe i’ll walk with a oak shillelagh, in hope that my step will be careful and true.

maybe i’ll dance with a wooden canopy while yodeling on the who!

maybe i’ll plunge with a strong and sturdy stick to penetrate through the concrete brick.

maybe i’ll be ran over by the impatient ones in the grocery aisle, with vampire teeth as their smile.

maybe i’ll count the time it takes to be 10/10 fine.

maybe i’ll mount the stacks on a dime.

maybe i’ll have a stable case to shoot the mace.

right inside their eye, a bright fiery potion, swallowing inside their ocean.

sheeeit, maybe ill strut with an oak shillelagh, and beat my drum with my wand and ukulele.

O.M.W.

if you prefer to listen 🎧

i have overstayed my welcome!
should’ve been gone but now i’m on my way
as here? is not over there!
but it’s somewhere,
a space on the line,
like a frostbite in the mind!
or a shackled image caught in between time…

forward ever to the ongoing change,
left inside the collected jar.
from near and afar.
coin may reside, in thin pockets or within a hidden corner tide.
clouds are transitory mysteries,
containing ancient and new found histories!

anyways…

Any as in: IN KNEE.
which stands…
in the way, cuz the day is full of gray!
a message that can potentially relay!

ever wondered what that could be?
with eyes that can’t see.
& intentions paved in hell.
irrespective of the noise of the bell!

i looked in the mirror and noticed the sleep around my eyes,
tears encrusted as tired lullabies…
so : i ran the water, to set the starter!

now the essence of my current flower, makes a wish to be empowered (and devoured) by a hungry appetite.

with magnifying insight, my desire runs a surface lap!
superfluous cycles sprinting around the map,
like a mouse finding the house.
or a buzz against the fuzz.

for when both are in want,
they can’t help but flaunt,
all of their desires laid clearly on the table!
touching and seeing, in fact : ALL of their sensors set the match to the fable!

& the burn to return.
leaves smoke and ash.
they’ve been burned and smashed!
no longer here,
but transported through the seasons,
as if you ever needed a sensible reason?

let’s start with this one :
this rhyme is not yet undone !
cuz i wish for all the fun!
my crass abilities are sensibilities that ain’t scorn,
they’re only roses without the thorn!

a pain nonetheless, cuz the smell is rotten!
like picked cotton !
laid out and embroidered like a quilted sheet.
with colors and textures providing all the heat!

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

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

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

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

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

May you enjoy and listen in your own time!

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

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

ASLEEP // ALARM: 4:20 – 8:25

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a true story, btw!

DO YOU S3PT3MB3R?

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

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

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

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

Shooting stars, and crashing cars.

milky way galaxy.

supernova you or me?

inspected by the bug!

refusing a nocturnal hug.

matched flames?

dissolute remains!

alabaster blast.

formidable cask.

underneath the mask.

Powder and dust.

Silver and gold rust.

by appearing real.

shadows feel.

by lurking light.

reflecting slightly bright.

bells rining.

soul singing!

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

https://bit.ly/3S941B0

The Loneliest Bench In The City

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

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

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

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

hoping that their cards and credit won’t flop!

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

or who is willingly able to buy it?

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

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

the measure is neither bountiful or slim.

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

the packaging is more real than the supposed material gain.

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

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

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

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

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

SeT ThE RhYmE oF LaW

I RECKON YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO THIS ONE 🎧🖤⚡️

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

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

How many steps are leading to that HaLl?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ALUMINUM DRESSING TO KEEP THEM GUESSING)

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

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

ANOTHER WAY OF SAYING IT : SHUT THIS DOWN!

Pieces Left Behind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

perplexing chocolate subject to the law of impermanence.

Room Broom

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

IlluminatI BOOM bOmB bee

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enemy // Inner Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

full shot including fanta urange sneakers & yellow hello socks !

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!

EMBEDDED INDIGO

captions included 🙂

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

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

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

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

yet: it does appear suspected

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly : I get a call from TrevorGuy.

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

I get back to the phone and hear :

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

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

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

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

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

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

seeking…(Like A Lake)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

STRUCTURED LAWN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pussy Pavillion

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

in stealthy gardens, she then parades with shy fluctuation

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

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

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

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

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

until suddenly, the kitty….while prancing by :

thought enough of me to lay loaf, on my thigh

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

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

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

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

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

yeah, i said all of that!

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

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

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

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

pussy pavilion,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uniformy & RaNdOmLy : in Search of Paradise Clarity!

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

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

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

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

*4 counts in between each breathe !*

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

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

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

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

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!

PARADISE CLARITY

Paradise Clarity (The Book)

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! (GOOD FOR ON COFFEE TABLE!) 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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P A R A D I S E? CLARITY ! (FORMULATED EXPLANATION)

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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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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...

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!

MUSIC LOTION

i acknowledged early, the notion – that music is lotion :

i spent my days silently arid in the desert sun, frustrated that i was found a stranger to all of the fun.

while quiet- i yet, remained open to the crevices wherein contained : drums, keys, and strings.

some cared to call me out and stroke me by the hips, which loosen my lips…

for much can be said about musical expressions and I dream in that sense, it’s quite INTENSE..

this rhythmic pervasion is so instinctive that it calls to those longing to hear.

kept close nearby – ostensibly : this lotion is TOP TIER!

040721 ML — “i saturated early to the notion, that music is lotion..”

stabilizing the landscape of our pores, ensuring the calloused and ash may meet their benediction with harmonic doors !

i think we all can hear the ascending and descending notes, as they caress (with finesse) on our outer skin.

we’re no longer deaf to the sound ; our hands motioning in every direction – we are covered and bound.

music is the danced promise to obtain.

especially, when dissolved on our skin, muscle, & vein.

anyways: THE GREAT BIG ESCAPE

looking to find all of the buttons scattered within my mind…

(some reside in the odd corner of 3 n’ 9)

the rest are vacant by 2 n’ 6 with open even tricks

anyways….

as many suspicions rely on a freaky obscenity

shoulders are then encouraged to shuffle with amenity

shrugging against the monster which urged them to undress

a fear which quickly transformed their compress

anyways…

now the steam is reasonably provoked & mean

cuz the command was found boiling hot

strings then, wired and tied into a frustratingly difficult knot!

ANYWAYS, this is : THE GREAT BIG ESCAPE! also known as tHe gRaPe & DiP sHaPe, but more clearly understood to be as when one’s gate is rigged against, its fate!

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!

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 ‘

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 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?

HISTORICAL FACT*

it is a historical fact! that the story has been played like an act !
there’s indeed a synopsis and sequel …
but the characters and setting are not equal !

troubled is the fragrance that left me stained
reminded, tossed, inactive remains? spiked n’ chained !
i wish to train the cross left for me to bear
the markers are legislated : docile and unfair

it is a historical fact! that the lines are studied, written, & tracked!
there’s indeed a subject and plot …
but the producer failed at hiring the director’s slot !

whose forrest is being destroyed and whose lawn is in need of finely cut grass?
besides the mercenaries who only seek to exploit the working class?
BUT we’re kicking the glass so that it may fall
for this sound is a recall
that the shattering deposition of restricting forces may withstand even within an arid and calloused land/hand

it is a historical fact! that the story has been cracked!
there’s indeed hammers, screws, and drills ….
but the complex is yet incomplete, exempt from all the thrills!

we’re pumped y’all! !
cuz we’ve already been captured by a blood sucking thief
thus, certainly there’s no peace of mind or bodily relief
when in war – one can not simply refuse the score
only until the pedals and bullets are scattered on the floor
will the meaning of such sacrifice bum-rush the door

it is a historical fact! that the story has been stacked!
one coming in after the other, now the room is packed!
there’s indeed a selling point and central theme
one in which may create a distraction or a humorous meme ….

ScRiBbLe dRriBbLe…

turn on the lights!
escaping my window frame is a horizontal gaze,
extending itself onto a perpendicular praise.
the numbers outweigh
the substance and sway.
tho ‘the dough’ is rolling on by cylinder finesse.
by wood crafting, but the ghost of sawdust is no mans fool.
this tool,
is blunt with dull edges, yet it does chop.
from bharal to
bunny hop –
distance merely invites a motion or silent still
both of which can move a mountainous hill
further above, beyond and predictably ahead….
inquiring neighbors lounge, the graveyard of the dead.
though, the sprinkler system alarms the yawn to spawn a reactive measure,
set adjacent to the milk, honey, & pleasure
it is by outdated refrain,
i have foreseen the capable and much needed dream.
by neon surprise, this sleep has counted my weary and western eyes – however, the food has expired where there are now fruit flies.
sweet and stingy cuz i’ve survived the reaction which reckons with pickup and sorted decay. awakening my languid latitudes by drifting with the longitudes which have left me fed as prey.
yes, my hostage is hostile and unkept
by stratified emotions in which Jesus Wept.

aLl Of My ScRiBbLeS???

dRriBbLe !!!!
through the language of many sounds.
echoes and whispers which arouse my ears with devotional candles and incense.
assuring a moving dissipation to condense.
i’m drawn with a holy supplication – errors now joined with practiced theory.
So what if : the marks of progress are torn by eternal struggle and engulfed dreary?
the ancestors have empowered me to soften my hands to their stone – the vow is kept and made home,
despite imperialist forces set to cast us alone.
the work continues to service my spirit ready for war. hands and feet, thickly covered with blood and tar. safeguarded by tactical drones and made stable by a dichotomized satellite
we shall soon gain our second sight !
bringing the masses closer to liberty and peace
the awakening bells provide a feast
wherein all fears and inhibitions can surcease !

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

i acknowledged early, the notion – that music is lotion :

i spent my days silently arid in the desert sun, frustrated that i was found a stranger to all of the fun.

while quiet- i yet, remained open to the crevices wherein contained : drums, keys, and strings.

some cared to call me out and stroke me by the hips, which loosen my lips…

for much can be said about musical expressions and I dream in that sense, it’s quite INTENSE..

this rhythmic pervasion is so instinctive that it calls to those longing to hear.

kept close nearby – ostensibly : this lotion is TOP TIER!

stabilizing the landscape of our pores, ensuring the calloused and ash may meet their benediction with harmonic doors !

i think we all can hear the ascending and descending notes, as they caress (with finesse) on our outer skin.

we’re no longer deaf to the sound ; our hands motioning in every direction – we are covered and bound.

music is the danced promise to obtain.

especially, when dissolved on our skin, muscle, & vein.

looking to find all of the buttons scattered within my mind…

(some reside in the odd corner of 3 n’ 9)

the rest are vacant by 2 n’ 6 with open even tricks

anyways….

as many suspicions rely on a freaky obscenity

shoulders are then encouraged to shuffle with amenity

shrugging against the monster which urged them to undress

a fear which quickly transformed their compress

anyways…

now the steam is reasonably provoked & mean

cuz the command was found boiling hot

strings then, wired and tied into a frustratingly difficult knot!

ANYWAYS, this is : THE GREAT BIG ESCAPE! also known as tHe gRaPe & DiP sHaPe, but more clearly understood to be as when one’s gate is rigged against, its fate!

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 ❤

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

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…

it is a historical fact! that the story has been played like an act !there’s indeed a synopsis and sequel …but the characters and setting are not equal !

aLl Of My ScRiBbLeS???

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

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

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

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…

it is a historical fact! that the story has been played like an act !
there’s indeed a synopsis and sequel …
but the characters and setting are not equal !