i write about the symbols found in everyday life. I'm usually, all over the place, but there's a rhyme in the para//el : here is where you can push the buttons of meaning and poetic philosophic ramblings. Peek around, there's a lot to see. (you never know what you may find). i’ve been wearing buttons for as long as everyone has but i aim to connect with the numbers and colors of consciousness…what? why! let's see?!
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...
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!
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 ❤
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 ‘
what must one do, when realizing they have not gotten through? when theCLUELESS BLUE**wanders abroad them andyou. how can onegluethe pieces torna part , if they can no longerchart : on a scale in which magenta andcyancould vow to SIGH AND…
repeat a promise of :SILENCED WAVES…. RUPTURED through the crushingDAYS STILL capable to amaze if not trapped by a cyclicalHAZE
Vowing to a silentPHASE 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?
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 ….
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.
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???
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 !
(YOU CAN READ THIS POEM IN TWO WAYS. BEFORE OR AFTER THE PARENTHESIS…)
good ending (EVENING) mr.rise (WISE!)
i’ve come to share with you a proposal that can work out for your (OUR) benefit.
the measures of how we succeed are built around trust and commitment. before i bet (GET) led astray by a mistake , you should haunt, for the best (BEAT)!
the groove is so slick, *enough to trick* thus, you may be curious : to twinkle the rising start (STAR).
the beast of pleasure is a ringing bull (BELL) waiting to be acknowledged.
why scorn the back catalog which was created to ensure a steady income?
be thankful, that you still have led (RED) in the writes (RIGHTS) of what you control.
ion (I DON’T EVEN KNOW) what made me do this?
such an idea I felt moved to spring from the GROUND.
everything and nothing making a SOUND!
what you get is what you never HaD cuz capitalism ruins your consciousness to remain gLaD.
sad (MAD) is the system that removes protection from the ailments of unpredictable thunder clouds and (PAIN) rain.
SO, stay out inside the frame – if you’re wishing to know the (GAME) name!
the remnants of the pieces left to be (WEIGHED) waited for all the seconds, minutes, and hours left to COUNT.
various scriptures dressed as parables to MOUNT – but it matters n0ne if you are disconnected like the ‘DINO’ or was it the KONG?
was the DON_KEY that spoke through numbers WRONG?
for such an ancient of a TIME – back when all living things, RHYMED with hypos (TYPOS) and scattered fate (FAITH) – the words left token (SPOKEN) by a process flyer (HIGHER) than what was ever imagined to see (BE).
Some believe (BEES – 🐝– LEAVE) they have work to due! (DO)!
despite the fiction (DEPICTION) of a DONKEY that was BRUISED 3 times and nearly KILLED for moving out of the day (WEIGH) for it had scene (SEEN) an angel of the Lord.
it was only following what its lies (EYES) made known. now that seeds have been clone (SOWN)…may the dinosaur of mEaNinG – keep your faith (FATE) lEaNiNg!
towards, the very reason : bones and fossils are evident, of what was once near (HERE).
meaning and the search for truth: can never revere (DISAPPEAR)!
For the angle (ANGEL) of the LORD OF HOSTS whispers connections, worthy to BOAST : far, wide, up, down, and through the COSTAL REGIONS!
stories (GLORIES) to awaken the often forgotten but upper echelon LEGIONS!
It is with pleasure and joy I announce my new music video for a song I composed late last year – Ultraviolet-Bloom which is also known as Sensory Illumination! The music and the music video was done by Jeremy Garner.
In light of the vast amount of creative work me and Jeremy have created over the years, we decided it would be appropriate to have a central place where you can find our various contributions of the years! We call it Planit Jade!
It’s way overdue for us to have a central place in the world to see what we’ve done together. Some of our first creative pieces were done as early as 2014. Usually – I am writing along with the power of inspiration and I’ll share it with Jeremy and he has a unique ability to bring those words to life. Ultraviolet Bloom is another one of those occasions where it came to fullness. I can’t thank Jeremy enough for his willingness and excitement to help bring these visions to life. It always starts as something small than before you know it – It’s fully formed.
Sensory Illumination is one of those magical journey’s that takes you through intricate halls in my mind. The music takes you away from the heart to mind. Womb and Bloom! You can listen to this song in full here.
For never was my reason to understand That would only mean I would have to learn My spirit wished to only kiss the space in between giving and taking My Flesh feels the emotion of touch and while knowledge comes closer to me Bumps begins to race up and down my skin
Sensory Illumination Ultraviolet bloom Hearts are taking Ultraviolet Womb
Where Was I? Lost in the green meadows A sanctuary found in the grass My spirit half past awake and dead Are we to begin where our hearts have fluttered?
Sensory Illumination Ultraviolet Womb Heart is taken Ultraviolet Bloom
Born into a world that I never knew Feelings overtaking me – gaining strength in places unbeknown to me Poltergeist intentions seeking to overthrow this sinking place A ghost of desire visiting me in cracked halls Wishing she was found but in belly, we have began
Sensory Illumination Ultraviolet Bloom Mind is gone Ultraviolet Womb
In my travels from dark to light All are opened up to me – to find To scatter – to miss place and to redeem AM I feeling this light or is darkness finding me home? Gone where all questions go in search for destiny Trapped like light inside a pyramid A bloom of ultraviolet sensory illumination Heart is taken Mind is gone Ultraviolet Womb
This very series is symbolic – it’s not just about food. We often consume various things due to it simply being available to us. We weren’t always eating what we eat now but through habit and advertisement – sugars go through our brains which in return creates a reaction of dopamine. It’s a rush.
I’m eating better because I’m denying the invitation to eat more. (Portion Cutz)
This is the end of the series ‘A New Narrative of Consumption’. Sometimes you can eat too much but there comes a time you must consider what you are eating. Snacks ain’t bad and neither is food but sometimes you got to draw the line when you indulge at a very fast rate. The roar feeling inside our stomach – is demanding that you stop eating but it’s so good! But you got to tame the beast inside – &ENDOVERINDULGENCE
Another narration of consumption! This week: Chocolate! When the chocolate is sitting on the table, you’ve been invited to eat! However, being perplexed at the very least shows attention to what can be gained. The only thing to loose would be – well, pounds. 😉
The colors you bring to my mind are filled with delight and cream. I can only dream and dream when my eyes go to sleep. You’re simply what I want.
Can you be obtained, and when I finally taste of your colors – will you avenge me and forge my sensation?
Ketchup is noticeably on your clothes. You eating sloppy so slow down! This Narrative of consumption focuses on the color that comes with your favorites foods. Candy invites the dream – it entices the desire to gain with its every bite, before you know it you’ll be flying high. Just make sure your colors aren’t forged.
I could eat more than my allotted portion, but I ain’t gonna do that tho – Cuz this is Snack 8000! This is the first of five more videos coming within the coming weeks of this month. A familiar but new narrative of consumption. Grab your snack but keep it at 8000! Just 2,000 away from 10,000! If you love food and snacks, this short little video is for you. It’s light hearted and only meant to encourage you to snack but keeping it a minimum.
I’m gone with the Wind! Except the wind won’t take me back to Terra like it took Scarlet! You heard me homie! 😀 Headed to my new home in Minneapolis Minnesota! 1|7|2015 – I declare LIFE for my body so that I won’t freeze to DEATH OUT there! Seems like I’ll be traveling on the coldest day so far this season. For all my friends; who never wished me farewell before I left Texas. I wish you all love and peace in the universe. I know we’ll meet again somewhere… Somehow! Living in Texas is like eating a bowl of soup with a fork. Let’s just say Minnesota is also a city of Utensil making (Like New Orleans), the endless opportunities arise. It’s gonna be like a trampoline for me. I’m ready to JUMP!
I can’t help but feel like a plural instead of singular. I feel connected with other forces within me. The last time I went to Minnesota I felt this harmony and it brought out a poem that related to this power.
We’re excited… We’re mad We’re jovial We’re all of the pronunciation of emotion!
I take from you as you have taken from me. We are a whole – a being of organism intended to form a design that is fragile. In an instant, we are cut by ourselves – spilt apart like the membrane of an explosion in the cell. Information that brings forth questions that remain inert.
Yet the remaining ‘I’ is left unresolved.
Knew individuals are released at higher crescendos…now the WE becomes a stronger effect.
By the faulty prisms of our infrastructures, we float through the union together. We all at once are alienated but pieced together by the sound of persuasion.
The pores in which we hear a dynamic of melody. Harmonizing together are we told by the forces installed.